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

Chapter 450: A Battle Over Breeding and Childlessness

A soft, rueful smile touched Benjamin’s lips.

[I know it is naive, but I am beginning to think there might be no truly "bad" people in the world. Maybe everyone has that one painful thing—or a series of unbelievable circumstances—that shaped them into who they are. Who knows, I might have murdered my relatives for abandoning me as a kid... Nevertheless; I did not expect things to turn out like this, but... I am very interested and in love with Marina now. And I want her, along with all my other lovers, to live a life free from pain, suffering, and isolation.]

Benjamin remained reclined against the sturdy wooden headboard of Marina’s bed, his fingers still loosely intertwined with hers in the warm, lingering aftermath of their exhaustive night together.

The soft morning light filtering through the windows cast gentle golden patterns across their bodies and the thoroughly ruined sheets.

His mind drifted lazily, replaying the glimpses he had caught through the Soul Link the day before—fragments of her long, lonely centuries.

[If she hadn’t crossed paths with Elara roughly four thousand years ago, I genuinely wonder what would have become of her mental state. The deep-seated loneliness she carried like an invisible weight, the resentment she had armored herself with after years of believing her mother prioritize everything and everyone else...

[t could have slowly devoured her from the inside out, leaving nothing but bitterness behind. Well, I’m here for her now. If Elara ever truly rejects her, she can always come cry on my shoulder. That’s something tangible. It’s far better than forcing herself to hold everything inside until the pain festers and destroys her completely...]

A small, genuine smile curved his lips as he glanced down at the woman resting beside him, her breathing still deep and content.

[But boy, I sure came inside her a lot last night! Haha... I bet she’s going to end up carrying my child too. Yabai, even thinking it sounds a bit too dirty somehow. Like something straight out of those impregnation breeding kinks. Still, I’ve been handling all these pregnancies surprisingly well lately. I don’t care if an entire army of children suddenly appears one day—I’ll father the hell out of every single one of them, no matter how... chaotic... it gets...]

His pleasant reverie was interrupted when a subtle movement at the corner of his vision drew his full attention.

Marina had shifted position on the large bed, spreading her long, powerful legs apart in a deliberate, almost clinical manner.

Benjamin’s gaze followed instinctively, locking onto the intimate sight of her glistening pussy, still flushed a deep, satisfied pink and slightly swollen from the countless times they had joined throughout the night.

Her palm hovered directly in front of her slippery entrance, her fingers splayed wide and steady.

"What... are you doing, Mari?" he asked innocently, his voice sounding with curiosity as he watched the unusual scene unfold before his eyes.

"Hm?" Marina paused for the briefest moment, tilting her head slightly to look at him.

Her deep emerald eyes still held a soft, lingering haze of pleasure from their earlier activities.

Her open palm remained positioned carefully just inches away from her vagina.

Then, without any visible effort on her part, a thick, whitish substance—his cum—began to flow steadily outward from deep inside her core.

It rose in slow, viscous strands, almost as if being pulled by an invisible current, before making contact with the skin of her palm.

Upon touching her, it immediately evaporated into faint, shimmering wisps of dissipating energy that faded harmlessly into the air.

The entire process happened with surprising speed and efficiency, almost greedily, resembling someone slurping up a bowl of ramen noodles in one continuous, uninterrupted motion.

More and more of the pearly fluid was drawn out and erased in rapid succession, leaving her body semen-free with every passing second.

[Oh, so I really pumped a massive load deep inside her, and now she’s carefully removing some of it after confirming she’s already pregnant?] Benjamin thought to himself, attempting to piece together a logical explanation for the strange act he was witnessing.

But Marina’s calm, matter-of-fact words shattered that assumption entirely.

"Why, I’m simply extinguishing the semen still lingering inside me so that I absolutely will not get pregnant," she explained in her usual composed, measured tone, as though discussing something as ordinary as choosing what to wear for the day.

Her palm continued its work without pause, drawing out yet another thick ribbon of fluid that vanished instantly upon contact.

"..." Benjamin stiffened completely, his entire body going rigid like a statue carved from unyielding stone.

His blue eyes widened dramatically in shock, and every trace of post-coital warmth in his chest evaporated in an instant, replaced by a cold wave of disbelief.

"You see," Marina continued smoothly, her focus still partly on the task at hand as another stream of cum was pulled free and dissipated, "these sperm cells originating from you are particularly aggressive and potent. And there is absolutely no way in all of Elyndor that I am having your bab—"

***

In the grand, vine-adorned halls of the royal palace, the sharp sound of frantic footsteps echoed loudly against the polished wooden floors and living walls woven with ancient greenery.

An Amazonian guard, her spear gripped tightly in one hand and her armor slightly disheveled from her hurried sprint, rushed through the corridors with clear urgency etched across her face.

She burst into the spacious, sunlit lounge where the queens had gathered for a relaxed morning together.

The interior of the lounge was quintessentially Amazonian in its elegant wildness yet luxurious in its comforts:

Thick, plush couches and wide, inviting chairs were arranged around a low central table laden with fresh, colorful fruits, warm loaves of bread, fragrant herbal teas, and various morning delicacies.

Soft, golden morning light streamed through wide windows framed by flowering vines, casting dappled patterns across the room and illuminating the relaxed atmosphere.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers intertwined with the savory aroma of breakfast foods.

"I said stop already! I am not a child!" Elara whined loudly, her voice ringing with embarrassed protest and fond exasperation.

The Amazon queen currently found herself trapped securely in Violette’s lap, the much larger woman’s powerful arms wrapped around her in a playful, inescapable cuddle that left almost no room for movement.

"Come on, Elara!" the petite fairy queen added with bright, teasing enthusiasm, stabbing a juicy piece of ripe fruit with a fork and waving it teasingly close to Elara’s mouth.

Violette continued holding the Elara firmly in place, her strong embrace gentle but unyielding.

Titania teased; "If you don’t eat properly, you won’t grow up big and strong like me!"

"Stop this torment at once!" Elara thrashed half-heartedly within Violette’s hold, her cheeks flushed with irritation. "I promise to bite your finger off if it reaches my mouth!"

Sakura sat comfortably nearby on one of the adjacent couches, observing the entire playful scene with her usual serene, slightly mischievous smile, clearly entertained by the lighthearted chaos unfolding in front of her.

BBBOOOOMMM!!

A sudden, thunderous explosion erupted from somewhere outside the palace grounds, shaking the ancient trees surrounding the structure and sending a visible tremor rippling through the lounge itself.

Startled screams and the chaotic sounds of women scrambling for safety echoed from the direction of the blast.

"Gyahhh!! Lady Marina and Sir Benjamin are fighting! Everyone, run for your lives!!" a panicked voice shouted desperately from beyond the walls, carrying clearly into the lounge.

The loud detonation immediately captured the full attention of every queens present.

Elara’s head snapped toward the windows with, Violette’s playful grip loosened slightly in surprise, and Sakura’s elegant fan paused mid-motion as she turned her gaze outward.

Just then, the Amazonian guard finally reached the entrance to the lounge, breathing heavily as she skidded to a abrupt stop just inside the doorway. Her expression was one of clear alarm.

"Your Majesty!" she announced urgently, her voice ringing out with unmistakable tension. "Lady Marina and Sir Benjamin have suddenly entered a heated and brutal battle over breeding and childlessness!"