The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1100 - 168 - The Origin Of The Republic Of The Great Forest (3)

The forest had gone completely still, as if the world itself had decided to hold its breath. Not a single leaf rustled, not a bird dared to sing. We were standing at the very heart of it all, the place where the warmth gathered and lingered the longest, wrapping around the body like an invisible blanket. The air here felt heavier, denser, almost intimate, as if the forest itself was aware of what was about to happen and chose silence out of respect—or curiosity.

Right in front of me were three women.

Trill. Artemis. Aegis.

Just seeing the three of them there together stirred something deep in my chest. It would’ve been even more chaotic, maybe even more fun, if others had joined us, but things didn’t work out that way. Kali had chosen not to come. She said she was worried she’d ruin the mood. Honestly, that wasn’t true at all. It wasn’t that she’d ruin anything—it was simply that she was fundamentally different from the rest. She knew it, and because of that, she decided to step back for now. Still, she’d smiled when she was invited, clearly happy just to be included.

I would’ve told her outright that it was fine, that there was no way she could ruin anything, but she stopped me. She admitted she was still embarrassed by the idea of having sex right in front of multiple people. That kind of vulnerability wasn’t something to dismiss lightly. In the end, she told me to enjoy the moment without worrying about her. So that was exactly what I intended to do.

Trill and Artemis stepped closer, lowering themselves until their faces were right in front of my crotch. Their attention was completely fixed on my towering cock, standing there unapologetically between us. The way both of them stared at it—hungry, focused, unashamed—sent a slow shiver up my spine.

"Oh, how I missed the smell of your cock, Leon. It’s really been a long time," Trill said, her lips curling into a strange, almost feral smile. A thin trail of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth, and she didn’t even bother wiping it away. She was genuinely salivating, her desire written all over her face.

It had been weeks since we’d last been intimate. Weeks of tension, distance, and restraint. With that in mind, it wasn’t surprising at all that she looked this horny, like she’d been starving and finally found food again.

Artemis pressed herself close as well, her presence calm but no less intense. Her eyes traced the shape of my cock slowly, deliberately, as if committing every detail to memory. She wore a gentle smile—soft, graceful, and deceptively innocent. Yet the way she looked at me, the way her gaze lingered, was undeniably lewd. That contrast made it even worse in the best possible way.

"Leon," she said quietly, her voice smooth and composed, "it’s been a while for me too. I want more of your attention from now on. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if you kept neglecting me like that."

There was a faint sadness in her expression, subtle but unmistakable. I hadn’t meant to neglect her. Time had just slipped through my fingers, filled with responsibilities and distractions. Still, seeing that look on her face made me feel a bit guilty. I had time now. Plenty of it. And I wasn’t about to waste this chance.

"It’s a little sad that Kali isn’t here with us," Artemis continued, her lips curving upward again. "If she were, we could officially declare the republic of the Great Forest right here."

"The republic of the Great Forest, huh?" I said, letting out a small breath. "That actually sounds like a solid name. United Republic of the Great Forest might be even better."

"United," she repeated thoughtfully, then smiled. "Yes, I like that more. Especially since it’ll be a country made up of many lands coming together as one."

Her gaze dropped again, locking onto my cock with renewed intensity. "But politics can wait. Your penis is right in front of me right now, and I can’t think about anything else. All I want is to feel your cock inside me."

With that, she leaned forward. Her tongue slipped out, warm and slow, and she dragged it along the length of my shaft. The instant her tongue made contact, my entire body reacted. A sharp shiver ran through me, my breath hitching before I could stop it.

"Artemis really doesn’t waste time," Trill said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Guess I shouldn’t either."

She pressed her tongue against my shaft as well, joining Artemis. Their tongues moved deliberately, sliding up and down, sometimes overlapping, sometimes teasing different spots. The sensation was overwhelming in a slow, torturous way, pleasure building steadily rather than exploding all at once.

Then Artemis wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. She didn’t hesitate. She lowered herself smoothly, taking more and more until she swallowed the entire length. There was no gagging, as well as no pause—just pure control as she pushed it deep, her throat yielding to the pressure.

With Artemis taking up all the space, Trill shifted her attention downward. She moved to my balls, sucking on them gently before rolling them around in her mouth, her tongue working them with practiced ease.

The two of them moved in perfect coordination. It was almost unsettling how natural it looked, like they’d rehearsed this exact moment together. The rhythm they created dulled my thoughts, each sensation stacking on top of the last until my mind felt heavy and hazy. Pleasure washed over me in waves, blurring the edges of everything else until there was nothing but feeling.

I reached out and rested my hands on their heads, fingers tangling slightly in their hair. They didn’t stop. If anything, they leaned into my touch.

At the same time, I felt something soft beneath my head.

Aegis.

My head was resting against her thighs, which were warm, firm, and impossibly comfortable. She adjusted slightly, clearly aware of what she was doing, turning herself into a perfect thigh pillow. It felt ridiculous how good it was. Safe. Soft. Heavenly. Lying there, surrounded by them, it almost felt unreal, like I’d slipped into some absurdly perfect dream.

Two women were working my cock, slobbering over it without restraint, while I lay there with my head cradled by Aegis’s thighs. Artemis eventually pulled back, still composed, not even slightly shaken. Trill immediately took her place, swallowing the tip of my cock and lowering herself until her throat yielded to its hardness. At the same time, Artemis shifted down to focus on my balls, her touch just as deliberate as before.

They alternated smoothly, switching roles without a word, without breaking rhythm. The coordination, the intimacy, the sheer familiarity of it all pushed me right to the edge.

And as their movements continued, as the forest remained silent around us, I knew it was finally time for me to move—to stop just receiving, and start taking my turn.