The air in Fina's village was thick with Lustmist and even thicker with moans. It was like walking through a jungle filled with sex-crazed sirens, except the sirens had tails, ears, and zero shame.
"AHHN~! MNNGGH~! YESSSSSSS!"
"AAHH~! DON'T STOP~! RAHHHH~!"
Allen tried to focus, but it was like being inside a live-action hentai festival.
Fina walked beside him, her ass bouncing like it had its own soundtrack. Allen tried not to stare too hard. Tried. Failed.
They approached the largest hut—elegant, worn by time but dignified. Draped in ceremonial fur and woven silks, it was the seat of Elder Lunara, the matriarch of the village.
And damn, Elder Lunara was not what Allen expected.
She sat cross-legged on a throne made of carved wood and bones. Her silver hair flowed down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her body? Still tight, full, and absolutely goddess-tier. Her large breasts were only loosely covered by a thin see-through wrap that left nothing to the imagination. Her thighs were strong and smooth, and her tail swayed lazily behind her, matching the knowing smirk on her face.
She looked like someone's sexy cougar mom who knew exactly how hot she was.
Allen gulped. "Damn… Grandma's packing."
"Don't let her hear that," Fina whispered.
But it was too late.
Lunara's ears twitched. Her sharp golden eyes locked onto him. "Oh? Someone's got a sharp tongue."
Allen gave a half-smirk. "Only when the mood's right."
She let out a soft chuckle. "You're bolder than the last outsider."
Fina bowed respectfully. "Elder, this is Allen. He's with me."
"I figured," Lunara said, giving Allen a slow once-over. "You walk like a man who's made at least one woman moan in the last hour."
Allen blinked. "Uh… technically, yes."
Lunara grinned. "Then I'm not mistaken."
All around them, the moaning soundtrack of the festival continued:
"AHH~! RIGHT THERE~! MMHHN~! YESSS~!"
Allen glanced at a couple just behind a bush. The girl locked eyes with Lunara mid-thrust and still managed to moan louder like it was a weird competition.
"MHHHHAAAAA~! YESSSS ELDER~! AHHNN~!"
Allen chuckled. "Is this normal?"
Lunara sighed fondly. "Back in my day, they used to call me the Moaning Queen of the Wilds."
Fina groaned. "Here we go again…"
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Moaning Queen? You serious?"
Lunara proudly puffed her chest out. "Every full moon. Four mates. Five hours. Eight positions. My screams made the wolves jealous."
Allen blinked, impressed. Then smirked. "So… you still got it?"
Lunara leaned forward, her breasts shifting under her wrap. "You asking if I can still moan, boy?"
Allen grinned. "Well, yeah. I mean, legend status like that—it'd be a waste if you retired early."
She laughed—a rich, sultry sound. "I may be older, but this throat isn't just for talking."
Fina coughed. "Elder!"
Lunara ignored her and let out a theatrical moan just to prove her point.
"AHHHHHHHHH~! HNNNNGGHHHH~! JUST LIKE THATTT~!"
Allen's jaw dropped. "Holy hell. That's… disturbingly impressive."
One of the nearby girls literally clapped. "Queen still got it!"
Another chimed in mid-thrust, "MHHHHH~! SHE'S MY HERO~!"
Lunara chuckled, clearly enjoying herself. "Now, Allen… you mentioned a girl, didn't you?"
Allen snapped back to business. "Yeah. Mirka. She looks like someone I used to know. She's with Kael."
Lunara's smile faded slightly, replaced by a shrewd glint in her eye. "Ah, yes. The Harvest Champion. Arrogant. Strong. And very possessive."
Allen leaned in. "Let's just say I've got some unfinished business with a girl like her. And I think I can make her… switch sides."
Lunara nodded. "You already started that, I hear."
Allen smirked. "Kael's gonna pop a vein."
Lunara's grin returned. "Good. Let the young ones fight. But remember, Allen…"
She leaned closer again, her voice like honey and sin.
"If you really want to steal her… you'll have to make her moan louder for you than she ever did for him."
Allen looked around at the wild festival.
"Guess I better start practicing."
As Allen stepped out of the elder's hut, still mentally recovering from the fact that a grandma just out-moan'ed a whole festival, he let out a deep sigh.
"Man… this place is a walking libido."
Then—SQUISH.
He froze. Looked down. And immediately regretted it.
"...Why is it warm?!"
His foot was planted right in a suspiciously sticky white puddle on the mossy path. It glistened under the moonlight, viscous and very definitely not water.
Allen recoiled in slow motion.
"Oh no. Oh hell no. I just stepped in—why is there jizz on the road?! Who's nutting on the streets?!"
Behind the elder's hut, a beastkin couple was tangled up in vines and pure sinful bliss.
"AAHHNN~! HARDER~! MAKE ME HOWL~!"
Allen pointed at them like a guy discovering who stole his lunch. "Y'ALL COULD'VE MOVED TEN FEET TO THE LEFT!"
They didn't stop.
Fina, now casually walking up behind him while adjusting her hair, peeked over his shoulder and blinked.
"Oh, that's Maya and her third mate. Don't worry, they're always like that during Lustfest."
Allen tiptoed around the puddle like it was a landmine and muttered, "I need shoes. Or boots. Or hover sandals. Something."
Then—before Allen could complain further—he heard murmurs. Not sexy moans this time. Whispers. Tension. And then… a shadow stepped out from a side hut.
It was Kael.
Six-foot-something. Shirtless. Ripped like a gladiator cosplaying Tarzan. Tribal tattoos across his arms and chest. And those eyes—locked dead on Allen like a lion eyeing up a rival lion who just flirted with his favorite lioness.
And boy, did Allen know that stare.
"You…" Kael said, voice low and tight.
Allen straightened up. "Hey, uh. Kael. Sup."
Kael's jaw clenched. "Mirka's been asking about you."
"Oh really? That's crazy. Must be the, uh, climate."
"She said you have a silver tongue. Said your words made her 'feel funny.'"
Allen blinked. "I mean… compliments are free. I'm just doing charity work, really."
Kael stepped forward. The ground might've trembled. Or maybe Allen's legs just gave a tiny cowardly twitch. Hard to say.
"You're not from here," Kael growled. "You don't know our ways. And you're trying to take something that belongs to me."
Allen held up his hands. "Whoa whoa. Nobody's taking anything. It's not theft if she walks away on her own, right? …Right?"
Kael didn't answer. His biceps just flexed like angry pythons.
Then, before the testosterone could start flying, Fina stepped in. "Kael, if you're mad your girl's into someone else, maybe you should moan better."
Kael turned scarlet.
Allen snorted. "Damn, Fina. Savage."
She shrugged. "Facts are facts. Your moaning's average."
"RAHHH—!"
Kael stormed off, probably to go punch a tree or scream into a waterfall. Maybe both.
Allen exhaled hard. "Whew… okay, that could've gone worse."
He looked down again at his foot and grimaced.
"…Still stepped in cum, though."