Orgasm system: These beastwomen must moan!

Chapter 33: Still as hard as rock

Stefan’s POV

My cock had gone soft, spent and satisfied, but the look in Jonquil’s eyes said satisfied wasn’t on the menu for both of us tonight.

But there was the main mission that needed my immediate attention.

I blinked again, knowing that I needed to let her know I wasn’t available to continue. However, when I stared at her for a moment and saw how her skirt still bunched at her waist, the slick still glistening thick down the inside of her thighs, her chest heaving with a hunger that clearly hadn’t been touched yet, not even close...

My pride wouldn’t let this slide. I wasn’t about to go down in history - beast kingdom history, whatever the hell that even meant - as the man who left a woman standing there dripping and unfinished.

That wasn’t who Stefan Sinclair was. Earth or this planet, it didn’t matter. A man’s reputation followed him everywhere he went, even into the afterlife apparently.

Right?

Yeah, right.

But my cock’s attention wasn’t here anymore. What could I - wait!

The reminder hit my brain.

The libido booster...

I bit my lower lip. Jonquil was still staring at me, her chest heaving as she waited for my response.

"For her..." I told my wounded pride then reluctantly turned to the System for help. That felt like admitting defeat before the fight even started. But pride and stamina were two very different currencies, and right now I was running dangerously low on the second one.

[INVENTORY:]

- Libido Booster x1

I stared at the little vial glowing faint gold in the corner of my vision.

[NOTICE: Host should proceed with caution.]

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

I grabbed it before the System could nag me twice, uncorked it, and gulped the whole thing down in one go. It tasted like honey and fire fighting each other on the way down, burning a slow trail through my chest, settling low in my gut like something had just lit a furnace under my hips.

My cock stood back up almost instantly - harder than it had been all morning, throbbing, thick, angry, aching in a way that felt distinctly unnatural, like my whole body had just been rewired by whatever was swimming through that potion.

"Get down on all fours," I told Jonquil, my voice coming rougher than I meant it to come out.

She didn’t hesitate for even a second. She dropped forward onto the fur beneath her, palms flat, spine arching into a deep curve, and the moment her body settled into that stance, something in her shifted - literally, physically, right in front of me.

Fur rippled up along her spine in a fine dark line, claws extending faint and sharp at her fingertips where they dug grooves into the animal skin beneath her. Her ears sharpened, twitched, and her pupils blew wide and slitted, feline and wild in a way that hadn’t been there a breath ago.

A low, rumbling growl built deep in her chest, half-human and half something else entirely, vibrating the air between us like a warning and an invitation at the same time.

Half-shifted. Not full beast, not fully herself either - caught somewhere in the middle, animal instinct bleeding straight through her composure the second her body hit that position on all fours.

I stared at the sight of her like that - ass raised, back arched, glistening and open and utterly presented for me - and something primal in my own chest answered it.

"That’s what a good cock does to any cunt," I said, gripping her hips, feeling the fur along her spine under my palms, lining myself up against her slick entrance. "It doesn’t matter if it belongs to a beastwoman or some bored housewife back on Earth. Same effect every time."

I grinned then pushed in.

She was soaked, impossibly warm, her walls fluttering and gripping around me the second I sank in to the hilt, and a growl tore out of her chest, deeper than before, her half-shifted claws raking grooves into the fur as her whole body shuddered around the intrusion.

I groaned, feeling every inch of her clench and pull at me, and started moving.

Slow at first, savoring it, watching the way her spine curved deeper with every drag of my hips, listening to the wet slick sound of her taking me over and over, her arousal coating my length thick enough to hear it.

Then faster, harder. My fingers dug into her waist, pulling her back into me with every thrust, watching her ass bounce against my hips, watching that thick arousal drip down the inside of her thighs and onto the fur beneath her.

The booster kicked in exactly the way it promised - no burn building in my thighs, no ache creeping toward release, no fatigue anywhere in my body. Just endless, relentless drive, thrust after thrust, my hips slapping against her ass with a rhythm that filled the whole tent, wet and filthy and shameless.

Suddenly, she came hard, her whole body seizing up around me, a sound tearing out of her throat that was somewhere between a moan and a snarl, her claws shredding fresh grooves into the fur beneath her hands.

I felt her clench around me in violent, rhythmic pulses, felt fresh slick gush out around where we were joined, soaking my thighs, soaking hers.

And still - still - she was dripping. Still swollen, still throbbing, still nowhere near done, like her body had decided one orgasm wasn’t nearly enough payment for whatever she’d been carrying around all morning.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to, honestly, didn’t think I could even if I tried with that booster still burning through my veins.

I pushed her face down deeper into the fur, climbed fully over her from behind, caging her body beneath mine, and drove back in at a new angle, deeper, slower, feeling her whole body shudder underneath me with each stroke.

Her growl turned continuous now, it became an unbroken rumble of pleasure tangled with instinct, her hips rocking back to meet every thrust like her body had given up trying to control any of it at all. I could feel the fur along her spine still rippling faintly under my chest every time I leaned into her, that half-shifted state refusing to fully settle while pleasure kept spiking through her.

I gripped a fistful of her hair, gentle enough not to hurt, just enough to feel her arch harder into it, and fucked her like that - slow deep grinding strokes that had her keening, then fast brutal snaps of my hips that had her claws tearing fresh lines into the fur, alternating until I couldn’t even tell anymore which rhythm was mine and which one my body had stolen from the potion.

I lost track of time completely.

I didn’t notice the light shifting outside the tent walls. I didn’t notice anything except the tight slick cunt gripping me over and over and the sound of her growling something in the beast language into the fur.

When I finally came, spilling deep inside her with a groan that emptied something out of my entire chest, my hips stuttering hard against her ass - the System chimed in immediately, merciless as ever, right in the middle of my own aftershock.

[PRIMARY MISSION TIME REMAINING: 1:00:00]

I froze mid-breath, still buried inside her, my chest heaving.

One hour?

That meant I’d burned through four hours without even noticing, lost somewhere in that booster-fueled haze of her taste and her sounds and the way her body kept shifting under my hands, and I still hadn’t found Lily. Still hadn’t figured out a single plan for how to make a woman climax through her breasts alone.

That libido booster was monstrous.

Despite the shock and realization that I needed to get moving, my cock was still as hard as rock.