The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 446: The Most Important Part of Marina

"I will say this again," Benjamin whispered into her ears, as she flinched and blushes even more, her body reacting visibly to the closeness and the intimacy of his voice, her skin flushing a deeper shade of red as she pressed closer against him. "You are a very pretty woman, Mari. I want to fuck you so bad... But I also want us to be more... I won’t pressure you, but if you can find a space for both I and Elara in your heart, I would be so happy."

Marina turned her gaze away from him, yet her arms remained wrapped tightly around his torso, her fingers pressing into his back as if afraid he might vanish if she let go even for a second.

Her breathing came in short, uneven bursts, warm against the side of his neck.

"Liar," she whispered, the word laced with a mix of accusation and something softer and vulnerable. "I know exactly what you want. You simply desire to mate with me, to fill me until I bear your offspring. And do not call me Mari..."

Benjamin let out a soft chuckle, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated, as it struck him as particularly ridiculous.

He gently ran his fingers along the curve of her spine, feeling the subtle tension in her muscles.

"Offspring? Come on now." He said, "I have already planted more seeds than I can reasonably keep track of. I probably won’t be able to remember some of theur names. But that is not the point here. The point is the woman standing right in front of me... I like you. I want to see you happy all the time."

His words hung in the charged air between them, heavy with sincerity that seemed to cut through the lingering haze of their earlier battle and raw desire.

Marina tried desperately to look at anything else—the wooden beams of the ceiling, the faint patterns of light filtering through the windows, the scattered remnants of her torn gown on the floor—but his voice, so steady and warm in that intimate atmosphere, wrapped around her like an invisible tether.

She could not escape it, no matter how hard she tried.

"I... will consider it," she finally sighed, the admission coming out slowly, as if each syllable cost her a piece of her carefully maintained composure.

At last, she lifted her gaze to meet his, those deep emerald eyes locking onto his bright blue ones.

There was a flicker of uncertainty there, a crack in the armor she had worn for so long. "I will not suddenly declare that I love you. That would be absurd after everything. But... m-m-maybe I do not hate you quite as much as I did before."

The moment those words left her lips, Benjamin’s entire expression softened in a way that was almost breathtaking.

Like a weight he seemed to carry was llifted visibly from his shoulders.

A genuine, boyish smile spread across his face, lighting up his features and making him look even younger than he already was.

"Well, I’m glad," he said cheerfully, the lightness in his tone cutting through the tension like a ray of sunlight piercing storm clouds.

Marina stared at that smile, at the unguarded joy in it, and felt something inside her chest tighten unbearably.

[No... I-I-I love Elara only!] [Mari]

The adorableness of it was too much and disarming. Too dangerous for her resolve.

"Well... can we start now?" she asked, her arms tightening around him even more, pressing her body flush against his as if seeking confirmation that this was real.

"Ah, yes," Benjamin replied, snapping back to the present moment with a slight shake of his head. "But since we actually have some time for once, and we’re not rushing through the aftermath of a life-or-death fight, should we not explore some other things first? Before jumping straight into the main event, I mean."

"Some... other things?" Marina tilted her head slightly, genuine curiosity mixing with the lingering flush on her cheeks.

"Well, I only really embraced this whole perverted side of life somewhat recently," Benjamin explained, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "So I’m still fairly new to the finer points of foreplay and building things up properly. But trust me, there are activities we can do that heighten everything—the arousal, the connection, the eventual pleasure—making the whole experience far more intense and satisfying than just rushing straight to penetration. It is not just about the end goal. It is about savoring the journey together."

He spent the next few minutes describing various intimate acts in careful, basically educational detail:

The importance of touch, kisses that lingered, the ways mouths and hands could explore and tease sensitive areas, building tension until it became nearly unbearable.

His explanations were earnest, laced with that mix of awkward charm and enthusiasm that was so uniquely him.

"I understand," Marina nodded formally once he finished, a serious, determined glint shining in her emerald eyes as if she were accepting a new tactical briefing before battle. "This is all so that we do not devolve into nothing more than wild beasts mating frantically out in the open, correct? Very well then. Let us indulge in these preparatory activities immediately!"

"Again, stop making it sound so stiff and business-like!" Benjamin protested, lightly scolding her even as a fond laugh escaped him. "This is supposed to be intimate and fun, not some formal negotiation or training exercise, you hear?!"

***

First, Benjamin gently led her toward the large, comfortable bed that dominated one side of the room.

Marina followed with surprising docility, her usual authoritative presence tempered by nervous anticipation.

She lay back on the soft sheets, trying to appear composed, but her eyes darted everywhere, unable to settle.

Her body was tense, every muscle coiled as if ready for combat rather than pleasure.

Benjamin positioned himself carefully, his hands warm and steady as he guided her legs apart.

The movement revealed her most intimate area, already glistening with slick, eager wetness that caught the light.

The pink, fleshy folds looked inviting, flushed with arousal and slightly swollen from their earlier exertions and the emotional whirlwind between them.

He stared at her center with open, childlike delight sparkling in his blue eyes.

"The most important part of Marina," he murmured reverently, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

"D-Don’t say it that way, goodness!!" Marina thrashed a little on the bed, her hands flying up as if to cover her face in embarrassment.

Her voice cracked with a mix of mortification and undeniable excitement, her thighs trembling slightly despite her efforts to keep still.

Benjamin lowered his head slowly, deliberately, savoring the way her breathing quickened with every inch he descended.

He could nearly hear her heart hammering, see the rapid rise and fall of her full breasts, feel the heat radiating from her body.

Finally, his lips brushed against her most sensitive flesh. He pressed a soft kiss there first, then sucked a generous mouthful of her dripping essence directly into his mouth.

"Nnhhgghhh!!!" The reaction was instantaneous and explosive.

Marina’s entire body arched violently off the bed as a powerful fountain of clear squirt erupted from her, bathing Benjamin’s face and chest in a hot, glistening wave.

Her thighs clamped around his head instinctively, trembling uncontrollably as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed through her.

Saliva dribbled from the corner of her parted lips, and her emerald eyes went hazy, unfocused, lost in the sudden intensity of sensation from nothing more than that single, intimate kiss against her pussy.

"Ahhhh... that was... amazing, Benjamin!" she managed to gasp out after several long moments, her voice breathless and shaky as she looked down at the somewhat dumbfounded person still nestled between her spread legs. "I never imagined something so simple could feel that stimulating. Thus... it is time for the long-awaited penetration!"

"..."

Benjamin simply stared up at her, momentarily speechless, awe and amusement playing across his wet features.

***

"Kyaaaahhh!!! Enough! Enough, I say!" Marina cried out, her voice breaking into desperate, high-pitched moans as she squirmed and writhed beneath him.

Benjamin had refused to let her rush things, instead ravaging her slick vaginal lips with relentless attention from his mouth and teeth.