Harem King's Collection: Turning Beastkins Into Desperate Wives!
Chapter 43: Ticks All My Boxes

Chapter 43: Ticks All My Boxes

Quite some time later, as the sun was bearing down in full force, Aster was getting a bit overheated. Mollis approached the human and the she-wolf from a ways away, coming to walk beside them for a bit while she gave them both some water. Rust was currently walking a bit behind, lost in his thoughts, but caught back up to Aster as the rabbit began to speak to the human.

"I was just about to call another cloud for a while, you need to make sure you stay in the shade of it this time, overheated soldiers only makes for more burdens, and I think we all pretty well know how adamantly against that you are, Aster."

The humanoid rabbit gave him a soft smile. Aster really liked this rabbit. There were quickly becoming two distinct types of beasts in the human’s eyes. Ones that used his name, and ones that didn’t.

The ones that did were usually among his favorites and treated him with respect. As such, he didn’t fight the cute rabbit too often on things and accepted the offer without debate. As the rabbit called forth a heavy cloud of shade near the center of the formation, Aster and Rust made their way to its relieving cover from the harsh sunlight above.

There were a few other beasts that needed a turn, and by rotating like that, the larger group was able to progress mostly through the harsh environment without too much trouble. The rabbit was now alone with the she-wolf and shot her a sly, knowing smirk.

"That was quite the confession last night. I didn’t know if you could feel emotions anymore. Glad to see it, though."

Stahl grumbled. She knew the rabbit’s hearing was ridiculously sharp, but the teasing tone was annoying regardless of how prepared for it she had been.

"Yeah, well... What can I do? I’ve been struck. Badly... I don’t know why even..."

The rabbit let out a joyful, honest laugh before she answered the rhetorical question anyway.

"Let’s see... He’s oddly adorable, his eyes are ensnaring, he has a tight, furless little body that even I would love to make squirm beneath my efforts, he’s an exotic rarity that may be the last of his kind, and that scar on his face kind of does it for me. And that’s just his physical qualities... Diving deeper passed the surface...

"He’s insanely fearless or incredibly stupid, not sure which yet, but I like both. He fights harder when the odds are stacked against him, he gives everything to protect those around himself, and he is determined to serve our people, regardless if they hate him all the while. He has some inextinguishable fire burning where his soul should be, one that drives him further and further beyond what we see.

"His fire can emanate more warmth than even that shield of his... Speaking of, he was blessed with a legendary bloodskill, one we haven’t even seen the full potential of, and yet it doesn’t go to his head. If you are kind to him, he will be even more kind in return for the most part.

"If you compliment him, he gets embarrassed and visibly struggles in the most adorable way... AND the Venatus namesake? Cherry on top, and you know how I do love cherries, wolf. Overall, he’s absolutely a wonder and impressive on all fronts, and I can definitely see how he stole your heart, Aschefell. Did that about cover it?"

The rabbit smiled on smugly as the she-wolf just stared in awe.

"Yeah, that about covered it... Say... Mollis... You’re not... You don’t like..."

The cute rabbit just gave the wolf a more cheeky, knowing expression.

"Honestly? I’d raise my tail for him... Just as I once did for your brother, Aschefell."

Stahl locked up a bit, not prepared for that confession. She didn’t expect any competition.

"Well, that’s not too surprising, really..." Stahl had a history of making jabs at the rabbit, in more ways than one. Mollis just smiled back.

"Not as many as you may believe, Yeah, I’ve had some fun with my mouth on a whim, but there’s just something about him that ticks all my boxes for sex too... Makes me just want to straddle him and grind on his innocence until it bursts inside of me. I bet he’d be a great fuck, honestly. He seems to be packing pretty well for his size. I think it’s that determination of his, that way he rises to the occasion to give it his all against any task... That is, if I’m not too late? I did smell you on him..." Mollis said.

The she-wolf went red herself, both from such vivid and, surprisingly, intriguing imagery, and from the rabbit calling out her spurt from the night before still lingering on Aster’s chest.

Stahl thought about it for a moment. She wasn’t sure she wanted to share Aster, but the human could make his own choices. He didn’t actually belong to her, and Stahl wanted him to experience more from life to make up for his time alone, even if those experiences didn’t come from her...

"He’s his own person. He can do whatever he likes... Whoever he likes... I really care about him, though... So, just treat him well if he does agree... Don’t freak him out too much. He’s easily overwhelmed by advances."

The rabbit only winked at the wolf before bringing her hands up to her cheeks, lightly thumping her fingers in anticipation.

"Oh, I’m hoping for it. Don’t worry, I just want to see his dominant side in action... If he has one, that is. The scary human ravages the little bunny... It’s like an even better version of the bedtime story than I remember."

Stahl gave the horny rabbit a slightly judgmental glance before she just sighed as the rabbit gleamed in victory. The she-wolf had to admit, it was a pretty hot spin on it, regardless of how messed up it sort of was.

Aster had been walking beside Rust in the shade for a few minutes when he had caught the fox staring over a short ways. Aster looked to see the cause, and saw the white tiger Oust walking on the outskirts of the formation. Aster looked back to Rust with a baffled look.

"You know him or something?"

Rust simply turned to Aster, and started rambling.

"No. Well. Sort of. Pops was telling me something about the victors back at the Selection Grounds... And well, I just feel sorry for that guy... He’s had it pretty rough, too. He’s a Candori, but apparently, his family is pretty mean to him. He doesn’t have a bloodskill. There’s also some saying about it being bad luck for a white tiger to have orange tinted fur or something, so his dad doesn’t even talk to him... I don’t have a bloodskill either, and I’m not even the same species or color as my dad, but he still loves me, so I don’t know. Like I said, I just feel bad for him."

The humanoid tiger looked the fox directly in the eye and snarled his way, letting the cub know he had heard every word. Aster just put a reassuring hand on Rust’s shoulder when the fox recoiled back a bit and gave the burly tiger a glance in new light.

Oust apparently wasn’t fond of the look of pity Aster bore his way, as he only snarled towards him as well before speeding up and moving further away from the pair. Aster just let out a sigh. That was one of the people he didn’t ever see himself getting along with here.

He felt he at least had a chance with the rest of the beasts. The caravan marched on until sunset, where the group made camp for the night.

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