King Of Limbo



As the hordes of women beckoned Aron to follow them into another large hut, a little high up of the ground, he met their hungry gazes with his own unfazed and curious expression.

This was actually his first time making such contact with a female of his own race, so to say he wasn't curious would be false. Only unlike most Koliean men, he understood the urges that were swelling up within him. He knew these were his hormones urging him to release his lust upon these women. A feeling that was only further amplified by the many raging wills within him.

Just like before, back in the Komi Islands of Pesia, Aron's primal nature began to surface. The color of his eyes looked brighter and denser while his veins and fluctuations became more prominent, despite him not actively flexing or releasing his mana.

Seeing him like this, the females looked both cautious and intrigued, they too resembled creatures in heat, flocking toward a wanted male, each trying to gain his attention.

For Kolieans, this wasn't based on appearance, especially in Aron's case where he mostly viewed the world from a mana signature perspective. So to him, rather than many females of all types, he saw blobs of different mana signatures, with the heavy scent of lust lingering on his nose.

Once inside the unimpressive hut, which had little to no décor and just seemed like a gathering place, the women moved from Aron's side and allowed him to walk to the center, with them surrounding him from all sides.

An older looking one among them approached first, from all the females present, Aron could tell she was the strongest and oldest, having incredibly dense mana.

Aron remained standing at the center whilst that woman circled around him with curious eyes, her hands occasionally wandering to caress his exposed areas, feeling at his smooth yet seemingly impenetrable skin. 

She stomped behind him, her stature only slightly larger than Aron's. She brought her hands forward and began to remove his ruined armor, piece by piece while advising, "Relax, and let us do the rest."

Her voice was soft and melodic, but Aron could tell it only sounded this way because his body made him believe it to be. He didn't reply to her and just nodded, his gaze still wandering on the multiple females eyeing him as he got naked.

By the time the woman was done and Aron was fully naked, she hugged him from behind and gave instruction. "Release the mana that riddles your body, allow us to carry that burden. Do not be afraid."

Aron listened to her words with some doubt. Because in his mind, letting his Luna mana go wild felt like giving away control of his body. It was like allowing himself to be vulnerable, which he was very unwilling to do. 

But such an opportunity was what he needed. Once rid of the Luna mana, he felt he could properly start to hunt beasts and creatures and bolster his already immense power.

"Fine," he muttered with clear doubt before taking a deep breath. Upon exhaling, the entire hut was swallowed by an immense fluctuation. Aron's eyes had become static and his body seemingly frozen.

Rather than fear though, the females only looked to be in awe, with many already touching their own bodies in provocative manners as if bathing in the energies around him.

The female behind Aron marveled and smiled. "Truly the son of Jor Harald," she exclaimed, before quickly ridding herself of clothing and encouraging the others to do the same. "Quickly, disrobe! Do not allow any of this wonderful mana to return to him."

After speaking she leaned forward and began to lick Aron's shoulder blade and neck with a euphoric demeanor. The other women quickly followed suit and approached Aron's static figure, some choosing to lick him while others to rub their bodies against him, absorbing the Luna mana as they did so.

It was a chaotic scene, brought only some degree of control thanks to the oldest female who gave instructions still. "If you feel you have reached your limit, step aside and meditate while others also partake. Don't be too greedy or you will die by this." She warned.

This immediately made some reluctant females move away from Aron, craving more of his wild energies despite their bodies nearing the limit of what can be taken in without fully assimilating it.

The longer the females went on rotating, the longer this went on, the more they reduced in number, with many laying on the ground, seemingly exhausted despite not doing anything physically taxing. 

However, they did succeed in reducing the energies to a considerable amount. This led to Aron's stiff body finally showing movement as his eyes began to flicker.

Seeing this, the woman behind him spoke. "You're doing well, don't resist now. We female beast mongers are insatiable, do not worry, we will rid you of it, just relax." She urged, bringing her hand forward to grip at his cock, which immediately hardened and grew erect in her hold, throbbing at her touch.

She pressed her larger bountiful breasts against Arias's back more firmly and asked. "Why so pent up? A young healthy boy who is even yet to reach his prime must sate these desires, lest they pester him. Allow me to teach you… our ways." She whispered.

Her experience and knowledge were clear with the flow of her words so Aron just nodded. "Do what you must." He replied, because despite his earlier doubt, he could feel himself getting lighter, his burden lower, and his strength increasing.

The woman though shook her head as she gestured another female to approach him. "No young Jor, it is you must do what you must, use our flesh to sate your raging desires, we are not weak and small, we can take it."

The young female who approached Aron laid down on her back and spread her legs, revealing her bushy unkempt womanhood. Her face though carried no embarrassment and she instead looked very eager.

Aron's eyes flickered ever so slightly and he saw the world in a way most did again, with color and images. He saw the female below him and her wet womanhood which beckoned his own manhood.

Without wasting time, his body moved fast and he was atop her, his throbbing cock sliding into her instantly, causing her to arch her back and release a roar of ecstasy. "Argh!"

The oldest female remained close to Aron, near his hear, whispering directions to Aron who knew little about his people's ways and physiology. 

"Go harder young Jor, look at her eyes, she is marveling at your greatness. Do not be afraid of breaking her… we are yours to break after all." She urged while massaging Aron's pecs and abs slowly, her tongue still tasting his neck, chest and shoulders.

Soon more females gathered around, eagerly watching him pound at the woman below him like the ferocious predator he was. Before long, the woman's limbs began to look weak and female behind Aron clicked her tongue in irritation, "Tsk, already at your limit, the young these days are far too weak. Move!"

She had the woman below Aron move and then she herself came forward but not on her back. She instead got on all fours and crawled sensually in front of Aron before raising up her behind, arching her back and letting her breasts rest on the floor. 

Aron's cock throbbed as he watched this, the logical part of him questioning while he found such an action likable. 

The woman looked back at him and smiled, moving one hand back to spread her large asscheeks, as if welcoming him. "Go on young Jor, try and break me."

Aron didn't hesitate and came forward, gripping her asscheeks with his unrestrained strength. However, it only made this woman bite at her lip in pleasure, "Yes! That's the wildness I sought," she exclaimed.

Wasting no time, Aron thrust his cock between her wet folds and into her tight womanhood, feeling it squeeze at him hard. He growled in a low tone and thrust with immense power, so much so that the wind generated caused those near to shield themselves.

This only made the older woman's thick behind bounce and jiggle wildly, a satisfied expression on her face as she advised, "If you don't take me with all your strength, you'll miss out. Come on young Jor, allow me to show you what a strong female beast monger can do."

Aron let out a breath as he looked at her, a small thin mist emanating from his mouth as a sinister smirk crept up on his face. "I'm finally starting to understand." He spoke, cryptic with his words as his grip on the woman's behind became firmer, even drawing slight blood.

This though only seemed to please her as she arched her back more and asked, "What is it that you understand my young Jor?"

Aron suddenly pulled at her hair roughly and thrust into her even harder. As her head was forcefully pulled back, Aron's answer reached her ears. "Just how much of my power these desires and mana have been limiting me."

"Oh? and what do you plan on doing about them." She asked, her voice still straight despite the rough position.

Aron's answer was chilling and came with a smile.

"Release them all onto you."