Chapter 693: You Can Sniff Out Their Virginity?!

Just as Pasha was about to start begging for Mika to do something, he reached up and grabbed her breasts!

"Ahhh!~ Mikaaaa!~"

His fingers sank into the soft, warm flesh, and Pasha let out a whimper that was half surprise and half desperate relief.

"You really missed this, didn’t you?" He murmured, his thumbs finding her nipples beneath the thin fabric of her top.

"Y-Yes..." The word was barely a breath.

"Your pussy’s been aching for me? You’ve been thinking about me while you lay in your tent at night?"

"E-Every night. Pasha couldn’t stop thinking about Mika. Pasha tried to touch herself but it wasn’t the same. Pasha needs Mika’s hands. Mika’s mouth. Mika’s—"

He squeezed. Pasha’s words dissolved into a moan.

"You’ve been such a good girl, Pasha. So patient. Waiting for me all this time." He twisted her nipples gently, and her entire body shuddered. "Do you want your reward now?"

"Yes, Mika. Please. Please give Pasha her reward."

"Then lie down."

Pasha immediately rolled onto her back and her legs spread wide.

Her brown lips were glistening, her clitoris was fully swollen now, peeking out from its hood, begging for attention and her juices were dripping down onto the ground.

"Come to Pasha!" She whimpered. "Pasha has been dreaming about Mika’s tongue for months! Pasha needs it! Pasha needs it so much!"

Mika didn’t make her wait.

He dove in.

His tongue found her clitoris first—that precious little pearl, hidden beneath its hood. He circled it slowly, teasingly, and Pasha’s entire body jolted.

"AH! Mika! Mika’s tongue is—it’s—Pasha can feel it everywhere—"

He sucked the clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Pasha’s back arched, her tail slammed against the ground and her hands clawed at the earth.

"YES! YES! Right there! Pasha has been waiting—Pasha has been waiting so long—Mika’s mouth is magic—Mika’s mouth is the best thing in all the worlds—"

He moved lower. His tongue traced the seam of her outer lips, those plump brown folds that had been pressing against his face moments before. He licked along them, tasting her, savoring her.

Pasha’s flavor was wild and musky, like a forest after rain, like something primal and untamed.

"Mmm—! Yes—lick Pasha’s lips—! Pasha loves when Mika licks Pasha’s lips—!"

He parted them with his tongue and noticed the pink flesh inside was hot and wet and impossibly soft as he remembered.

He licked into her, drinking her juices, which were flowing freely now. They coated his tongue, his lips, his chin. He swallowed and immediately wanted more.

"Mika is drinking Pasha’s juices—Mika is drinking Pasha like Pasha is delicious—is Pasha delicious, Mika?! Does Pasha taste good?!"

"Delicious." Mika growled against her pussy. "The most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted."

"Pasha is so happy!" Pasha sobbed with joy. "Pasha is so happy Pasha could die!"

He pushed deeper. His tongue found her entrance—that tight, delicate hole that was clenching and unclenching with desperate need. He circled it. Teased it. Then pushed inside.

"AHHHHHHHHH!?~"

Pasha let out a genuine, echoing scream that was probably audible outside the dragon-wing enclosure.

"MIKA’S TONGUE IS INSIDE PASHA!"

Her massive body convulsed.

"MIKA’S TONGUE IS INSIDE PASHA’S PUSSY AND IT FEELS LIKE—LIKE—PASHA DOESN’T HAVE WORDS—"

Her thighs clamped around Mika’s head.

"PASHA HAS NEVER HAD WORDS FOR HOW GOOD THIS FEELS!"

He fucked her with his tongue. In and out. In and out. Her walls clenched around him, hot and wet and desperate. Her juices flooded his mouth. He drank and drank and still there was more.

"Pasha is getting close—Pasha is getting very close—Mika, Mika, Pasha is going to—Pasha is going to—!"

He pulled his tongue out and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Pasha shattered.

"MIKAAAAAA!"

Her orgasm ripped through her like a storm as her pussy gushed—a flood of clear, sweet liquid that soaked Mika’s face, his hair, his chest.

She screamed and screamed, her voice echoing inside the enclosure, probably echoing across the parking lot, probably echoing across the entire city.

And Mika kept licking. Kept sucking. Kept drinking. Milking every last shudder, every last spasm, every last drop of her release.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Pasha collapsed.

She lay on the ground, her massive chest heaving, her eyes glassy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her tail gave a single, weak wag.

"Pasha...Pasha went to space." She whispered. "Pasha met the moon. The moon said hello. Pasha said hello back."

Mika crawled up her body and collapsed beside her, his face still glistening with her juices.

"Good puppy." He managed.

"Pasha is a good puppy?" Pasha’s tail wagged harder.

"The best puppy."

Pasha rolled onto her side and wrapped her massive arms around him, pulling him against her chest. Her breasts enormous breasts enveloped him completely.

"Pasha loves Mika." She murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Pasha loves Mika more than crunchy soup. More than whale rides. More than Bubbles the dog. More than anything in all the worlds!"

The warmth of the moment lingered between them.

But then, without warning, Pasha’s mismatched eyes narrowed.

The golden one darkened. The white one seemed to gleam with something sharp as she seemed to have remembered something

"But even though Pasha loves Mika so, so much." She said, her voice dropping to a low, unusual seriousness. "Mika has been very unfair to Pasha."

Mika was taken aback. Of all the things he had expected to hear from Pasha at this moment—more head pats, more treats, Mika is the best, Pasha loves Mika—this was not on the list.

"What do you mean, unfair? Pasha, I spoil you more than anyone. You get head pats whenever you ask. Hugs. Kisses. I give you treats that I don’t give anyone else. Just now I—"

"No." Pasha shook her head vehemently, her wild honey-blonde hair whipping around her face. "No, no, no! Mika has been unfair! So unfair! Mika left Pasha out and did all the important things without Pasha. Mika...Mika prioritized my sisters!"

"Your sisters? Pasha, I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Mika sat up straighter. "

"You already know that I’m very careful about that sort of thing. If I show too much affection to one sister, the rest of you end up fighting. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way."

"So...what exactly are you accusing me of?"

"Mika has been—" She struggled for the words, her tail drooping. "Mika has been giving special things to Pasha’s sisters and not to Pasha."

"What special things?" Mika asked, though a cold tendril of premonition was already curling in his stomach.

Pasha stared at him for a moment. The only sound was the soft rustle of the dragon’s feathered wings around them and the distant whisper of the wind outside. Then she spoke, quiet and serious.

"...Pasha knows that Charlotte, Anya, and Astrid aren’t little ones anymore, Mika."

Mika’s face went very still.

"Pasha knows that they’ve grown up into proper adults."

Pasha continued, her golden eye fixed on him with unsettling clarity.

"And Pasha knows that Mika..."

She looked down at his crotch, then back up at his face and shouted,

"Has taken that massive thing in his pants...and pushed it into their pussies!"

Mika’s expression froze. "Pasha wait—" He stammered but Pasha had no intention of stopping.

"Y-You taken their virginities just like the wolf Pasha saw in the forest!" She vehemently accused. "The little male wolf who got on top of the bigger female wolf and mated with her. Mika did that with them without Pasha!"

’She knows.’ The thought hit him like a bucket of ice water. How does she know? How could she possibly—

He had been so careful. So methodical. Revealing each step of his grand scheme only when the time was right, only when the pieces were in place.

He had planned to tell Pasha eventually—she was part of the family, part of the plan, part of everything—but not yet. Not now.

Not when he still had so many other threads to weave.

And yet here she was looking at him with those mismatched eyes filled with betrayal and hurt and something that looked dangerously close to tears.

"How?" Mika’s voice came out more strained than he intended. "How do you know about that, Pasha? Did someone tell you? Was it your mother or your...Auntie?"

His mind flashed to the Maiden of Fate—she’d been threatening to "throw a spanner in his plans." If she’d gone to Pasha, the chaos agent, with the truth...

’That cheating, scheming—He’d spank her ass personally when he saw her next!’

But Pasha shook her head.

"No. Mommy didn’t tell Pasha. None of the aunties told Pasha anything. Instead..."

She puffed her chest out proudly, tapping her own nose with a claw-tipped finger.

"Pasha found out all by herself!"

"You...?"

"Yep! Pasha’s instincts are the best in the world! Pasha can smell scents from miles and miles away! Pasha can even sense when a person’s body temperature changes, if Pasha uses her blessing right!"

Her ears perked up, swiveling like radar dishes.

"Pasha has always been sensitive, Mika. Always!"

He couldn’t deny it. It was true. Pasha had always been the first at the dinner table, somehow knowing the exact moment the food was ready from across the house.

At school, dozens of miles from home she could name what was cooking for dinner.

And no matter where Mika went, no matter how carefully he covered his tracks, Pasha could always, always find him like a dog who knew its master’s scent better than its own heartbeat.

"Just like that." Pasha continued, her voice softening. "Pasha feels that they’ve changed. Pasha can’t see it with her eyes...but Pasha can feel it."

She touched her chest. "They feel...different. More mature. More grown."

She frowned, searching for words.

"They feel more like...like Mommy. No, no—even Mommy doesn’t feel like that. Mommy feels...pure. But them?"

She shook her head. "They feel much more adult. Like they’ve taken a step ahead of Pasha."

She crossed her arms, proud and indignant. "So Pasha put two and two together! Pasha is very smart and realized the truth! And the truth is..."

Her eyes narrowed on him, accusing and hurt.

"Mika betrayed Pasha. Mika left Pasha behind. Mika did all those naughty things with Pasha’s sisters...and left Pasha completely out of it."

Her voice cracked. Her eyes welled with genuine tears, and the sight of it struck Mika somewhere deep and guilty.

"How could you, Mika? How could you!?" Her lip wobbled. "Pasha has been waiting for you for so long. Pasha thinks about you every single day! And Mika—Mika is just out there, enjoying time with her sisters without Pasha!"

Tears welled in her mismatched eyes.

"Pasha feels so left out. Pasha feels like the last puppy chosen from the litter. Pasha feels like—"

Mika opened his mouth to respond, as he hadn’t anticipated this. Her animalistic instincts had somehow sensed the chance in her sisters.

But before he could speak, Pasha’s expression suddenly transformed. The hurt vanished. The sadness burned away.

In its place came something fierce and wild and dangerous.

"No!" She barked, the sound echoing inside the wing-enclosure. "Pasha won’t blame Mika! Mika would never hurt Pasha! Mika loves Pasha after all!"

"That’s—yes, that’s true, I—"

"It’s THEM!" Pasha’s head snapped toward the wing-wall, beyond which Charlotte, Anya, and Astrid were presumably still waiting.

"It’s Pasha’s sisters! They seduced you, Mika! They’ve been after you from day one, and while Pasha was away protecting the world, they pounced on you and made you do all those things!"

"That’s not exactly—"

"Pasha has been holding back for so long!" Her aura was flaring now—golden and wild, the air around her crackling with primal energy.

"Pasha loves her sisters. Pasha really, really loves them. But even among sisters, there is a pack order! And it seems Pasha needs to remind them who rules over this pack!"