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

Chapter 447: Do NOT Bite My Penis Off

"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.

He licked broad, slow strokes along her folds, then alternated with gentle bites and sucks that sent sparks of electricity shooting up her spine.

His tongue delved inside her dripping entrance, curling and exploring with curious enthusiasm, tasting every inch of her as if committing her flavor to memory.

He was a bit annoyed that she kept trying to skip past the foreplay, so he gripped her strong thighs firmly, holding her in place while he continued his merciless assault.

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working against her soaked pussy filled the room, mixing with her increasingly frantic cries and the creak of the bed beneath them.

And every few minutes, Marina would suddenly shake from head to toe, her powerful body stiffening as if struck by lightning.

Her thighs would clamp together around whatever part of him was closest, her back arching sharply off the sheets while a fresh, helpless wave of orgasm ripped through her.

Clear fluid would gush from her soaked pussy in pulsing spurts, soaking the bed beneath them even more thoroughly, her inner walls fluttering and squeezing around nothing but the memory of his tongue.

Yet Benjamin paid it no mind, continuing his relentless work between her legs as though her climaxes were mere background noise.

He kept licking, sucking, and gently biting at her swollen, sensitive folds, driving her slowly but surely toward the edge of madness with each passing minute.

The room had grown darker now, the last traces of sunset fading into deep twilight outside the windows.

Soft shadows stretched across the walls and over their entangled bodies, the only light coming from a few faint glowing orbs Marina kept for ambiance, and from the small, trapped glowing creatures.

Still, Benjamin ignored her trembling, ignored the way her hands weakly pushed at his head only to pull him closer a heartbeat later.

He simply held her thighs apart with steady strength and devoured her, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit before plunging deep inside once more.

Alas, after what felt like an eternity of this sweet torment, Benjamin finally spared the trembling woman.

He lifted his head, his face glistening with her juices, and crawled up her body to embrace her fully on the soft bed.

His arms wrapped around her sweat-slicked form, pulling her close against his chest.

"You did great, Mari!" he murmured warmly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"D... Don’t c-c-call me th-that..." she managed to squeak out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her emerald eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling as aftershocks continued to ripple through her. Her chest heaved with every labored breath, and her legs still twitched intermittently.

"Alright, it’s time for your nipples!" Benjamin clapped his hands together with boyish excitement and began shifting upward toward her chest.

"What?! B-But I still am so sensitiv—eek!" Before she could finish her protesting plea, Benjamin’s soft lips had already caught her left nipple, sealing around the stiff peak with warm, wet suction.

At the same time, his hand moved to her right breast, his fingers gently but firmly massaging the heavy, full globe.

The breasts were so large and soft that his whole hand could not fully enclose one without something eldritch seeming to happen.

The supple flesh overflowed his palm, yielding beautifully under his touch.

He fondled the right breast with slow, deliberate care, massaging it from the underside upward in long, loving strokes, then sliding his fingers to the sensitive nipple.

He pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, rolling it, watching how her body responded.

For the left, he focused entirely with his mouth, feeling the hardness of the nipple against his tongue.

He flicked it rapidly, then sucked harder, drawing the sensitive bud deeper into the heat of his mouth.

When he pressed his lips firmly around the full breast and sucked, Marina’s back arched dramatically off the bed exactly as he had expected. She was no different from the others in that delightful reaction.

"Ben...jamin," she gasped, her voice breaking. "My nipples feel so good... The pleasure is too much..."

One of her hands came to rest on the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair.

She seemed torn, pushing him away one moment only to pull him deeper against her chest the next, caught between overwhelming sensation and desperate need.

"Eh...?! You mean you also haven’t masturbated properly for thousands of years?!" Benjamin immediately pulled back from her breast with a wet pop, jerking his head up to stare at her face in surprise.

"N... No! I have done that shameful deed before! Mostly while I thought of my queen," Marina quickly defended herself, her cheeks burning even brighter despite the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. "But it was only rubbing the surface of my vagina—I knew how to do that much. And that was already too embarrassing, even if no eyes were watching."

"Tsk. This girl; you can be so cute at times," Benjamin clicked his tongue fondly, then sat upright on the bed. "Alright, you turn."

"My... turn?" Marina sat up as well, still trembling from the aftereffects of her repeated orgasms.

Her gaze drifted down to Benjamin’s chest, and a fresh blush spread across her face. "I understand. I will make you feel just as good, I promise. I will not hold back at all!!"

"Uhm, actually, please hold back a little. I’m delicate," Benjamin added nervously, noticing how her aura was even beginning to leak out from sheer enthusiastic determination.

He spread his legs apart, his cock swollen and heavy but not yet fully hard, resting against his thigh.

[Perverting a student council president type oddly feels satisfying, right?] Benjamin mused internally, comparing the usually strict, disciplinary Marina to this version of her—flushed, eager, and cock-hungry.

"Okay, Mari, since you haven’t done this before, you definitely have to take it slow," Benjamin started explaining carefully, his voice gentle. "Make absolutely certain you do NOT use your teeth. I mean, I beg you, do not bite my penis OFF—!! Eeeep! Wh-What are you doing, Mari?!"

"I’ve asked you to stop calling me that nickname! It’s embarrassing!"

No, she did not bite it off... unfortunately.

But contrary to what Benjamin had expected, Marina had not even moved toward his crotch.

Instead, she had shifted with surprising speed, forcing him to straddle her lap.

She began to grope his chest with both hands, molding the smooth... non-existent breasts beneath her palms.

Her fingers rubbed and played with his pink nipples, using every technique she had just learned from his earlier handling of her own breasts—pinching, rolling, tugging gently, then pressing her palms flat to massage the surrounding area.

Her touch was experimental but earnest, her emerald eyes focused intently on his reactions as the twilight outside finally gave way to full night.