Orgasm system: These beastwomen must moan!

Chapter 32: Shall we continue?

Stefan’s POV

We stepped inside her tent, and my cock was already standing at full attention before the flap even settled shut behind us.

It didn’t take anything at all, really, not with a woman like Jonquil looking at me the way she did - like she already knew exactly what she wanted and had zero intention of pretending otherwise.

She reached for the fabric at her shoulder, already going through the motions, already peeling toward that same unceremonious drop she always did, no hesitation, no modesty, just efficient and direct like everything else about her.

"Wait." I caught her wrist gently.

"You don’t have to take it off every time for this training of ours." I told her.

She went still, considering that, her head tilting slightly like the concept genuinely hadn’t occurred to her that clothes and sex could coexist.

Well, she didn’t know this was sex by the way.

She didn’t say anything back. She didn’t protest either, which on this planet I’d learned counted as full agreement.

"Different method today," I said, already moving behind her. My hands found her waist, my thumbs pressing into the dip just above her hips.

I turned her toward the tent wall and pressed her palms flat against the animal-hide, then bent her forward, just enough to arch her spine into a curve that made my mouth go dry looking at it.

Her short skirt rode up on its own, no help needed, baring her completely from behind, and there it was - already glistening, already soaked, slick coating the inside of her thighs like her body had been waiting on this before her mind even caught up to wanting it.

"Such a mouthwatering sight!" I bit the corner of my lower lip as I stared.

I actually stared for a second longer than I needed to. Whatever weight she had been carrying all morning, whatever had her dragging slaves around with that closed-off face, her body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. She was drenched.

I dragged two fingers through her slit first, just to feel it, just to hear the sound she made when I did - a low, startled hitch in her breath that went straight to my cock.

She pushed back against my hand without meaning to, her hips rolling, silently begging for more than fingers.

And being the generous daddy that I was, I gave her more.

I lined myself up against her from behind, gripped her hip with one hand, and pushed in slow, feeling every inch of resistance her body gave before finally letting me through.

She was still unbelievably tight, still gripped me like she’d never fully get used to this no matter how many times we did it, and a low growl tore out of her chest, rough and guttural, vibrating through her spine and straight into my own.

"Fuck," I groaned, pressing all the way in, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me. "You should remain this tight for me, huh."

She didn’t answer. She just growled again, deeper this time, her fingers curling against the tent wall.

I started moving. Slow at first, testing the angle, watching the way her back arched further with every thrust, then faster, harder, gripping her waist with both hands now and pulling her back into me every time I drove forward.

Her skirt bunched up around my knuckles, damp with how wet she already was, and the sound of skin against skin filled the tent, wet and filthy and exactly what I needed after the morning I’d had.

Twenty minutes in, she had started creaming, coating me thick and slick, dripping down the inside of her thighs, every thrust slicker and easier than the last.

"So beastwomen cream too?" I licked my lip. I could taste her deliciousness already.

I could feel her stretching around me, taking every inch, her body rocking back to meet me stroke for stroke.

I figured she’d finish fast. That was the whole point of a " Fast training," right? Quick, efficient, in and out, back to whatever duty was waiting for her after.

She didn’t.

I reached around and grabbed both her breasts, full and heavy, spilling out from under whatever was left of her top, and I pulled and tugged at them the way I knew drove most women straight over the edge, rolling her nipples between my fingers while I kept pounding into her from behind.

She growled louder, moaned low and broken, her whole body shaking with it - but she didn’t break. She didn’t clench and shudder the way I needed her to.

She just kept building, kept dripping, kept taking everything I gave her like her body had decided today was the day it refused to let go.

I gritted my teeth, chasing every angle I knew, changing my rhythm, going deeper, slower, then fast and brutal, trying to find whatever spot would finally tip her over first. My own restraint was fraying fast, heat coiling tight low in my gut, and I fought it, genuinely fought it, wanting her to go first, needing her to go first.

However, my body didn’t ask permission.

I came hard, groaning against the back of her neck, spilling into her with a shudder that ran the length of my spine, my hips stuttering against hers until there was nothing left to give.

Right in the middle of it, breathless, with my cock still buried inside her, the System had the audacity to chime in.

[PRIMARY MISSION TIME REMAINING: 5:00:00]

I pulled out slowly, my chest heaving, my cock already softening against my thigh, as my brain wandered from here into somewhere else - Lily, wherever the hell she was hiding in this camp, and whatever plan I was going to need to actually get a beastwoman off using nothing but her own breasts.

Five hours left and I still didn’t have a single clue how.

Before I could tell Jonquil that I needed to leave, she turned around to face me, her skirt still bunched at her waist, slick still glistening between her thighs as her chest rose and fell hard.

"Shall we continue?" she asked.

I blinked in disbelief.