Chapter 88. Velora Finally Knew What A Human Can Do When His Beast Awoken**

Chapter 88: 88. Velora Finally Knew What A Human Can Do When His Beast Awoken**

Velora’s body was trembling beneath my hands, her massive tits quivering with every ragged breath she took.

Her thighs were clamped around my waist, her tail wrapped tight around my leg like a lifeline, and her golden eyes were half-lidded, glazed with something that was dangerously close to surrender.

"Leon..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the dying candle. "I need to tell you something."

"Something... ridiculous."

"Tell me." My fingers were still working her pussy, circling the swollen pink folds, feeling the slick heat coat my fingertips.

She swallowed, her ears flattening against her skull. "Among the pantherkin... among my people... what you are doing right now..." She let out a shaky, self-deprecating laugh. "It is considered sacred."

"The touching of the breasts, the... the fingers between the thighs... it is reserved only for a chosen mate."

"A partner... to allow anyone else to do this—" She paused, her voice cracking. "It is considered a disgrace to one’s title... to one’s honor."

I felt my fingers still. I looked up at her, watching the conflict play across her face—the proud warrior clashing with the woman who was, at this very moment, soaking wet and begging for more.

"And yet here I am," she continued, a tear finally slipping down her cheek. "Here I am, straddling a human, letting him—"

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "Letting him touch me like this, and I don’t care..."

"I don’t care at all, Leon... I’ve never felt... I’ve never felt this."

"This heat, this wanting—it’s nothing like anything I’ve ever known." Her eyes searched mine, raw and desperate. "I want you to enjoy yourself..."

"And maybe... I want us to enjoy this."

"Forget my pride. Forget my title. I am just... I am just Velora right now."

I let out a low, dark laugh—not cruel, but something between amusement and genuine fascination. "A disgrace, huh?"

I leaned up, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "That makes this even better."

"You know what Pantherkin calls their chosen partner? Their mate?"

Her blush deepened to a shade I didn’t think was biologically possible. Her whole body turned crimson from her ears to her chest.

"I don’t know," she managed, her voice barely a squeak.

"You do... I’ve heard it from Elarune..."

"The way your kind speaks to their partners when the doors are closed." I paused, letting the tension build. "They call them ’darling.’ ’Darling’."

The word hit her like a physical force. Her mouth opened, closed, and opened again.

Her lips trembled. She looked away from me, then back, her golden eyes burning with a fierce, reluctant heat.

"...Darling," she whispered.

The word was so soft, so fragile, it barely existed.

My smile widened. "Again."

"Darling," she said, a little louder, her voice stronger, and the way she said it... with that low, purring undertone unique to pantherkin made something electric snap through my spine.

"Yes," I growled, my grip on her tits tightening, squeezing the soft flesh until her nipples peaked. "Keep saying that..."

"I want to hear you say it every time I make you feel good, and every time I touch you..."

"Every time you remember who you belong to right now."

"Yes... darling," she breathed, her hips rolling against my hand. "Please... please, darling, I need—"

"I know what you need."

I shifted my hand, and she gasped... a long, shuddering sound that tore through the quiet room. I slipped three fingers inside her at once.

"Oh—ahhh! Oh gods, darling!" She arched her back so violently that her tits nearly left my hands, her claws digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

Her pussy was impossibly tight, the walls of her heat gripping my fingers like a living thing hot, muscular, and pulsing with desperate contractions.

But it wasn’t just tight. It was alive.

The inside of a pantherkin’s pussy was unlike anything I’d ever felt... the walls were ribbed with soft, velvety ridges that seemed to know my fingers, curling around them with an almost sentient hunger.

It was deeper than it should have been and warmer, and the slickness was so abundant it was practically pouring over my knuckles.

"Fuck," I hissed, my playboy instincts screaming at me that this was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced. "You’re... you’re incredible, darling."

"Your body is... it’s like nothing else."

"Mmmph... haaaah... darling... darling... darling..." The word became a mantra, a prayer, a desperate plea as her hips began to move in a slow, grinding rhythm against my hand.

Each stroke drew out a new sound from her... that tempting, low, rumbling purr that started in her chest and vibrated through her entire body, broken by sharp, keening moans that made my blood roar.

Her walls clamped down on my fingers, squeezing in waves of pleasure that she couldn’t control. I could feel her heart racing through her thighs and could hear the way her breathing had dissolved into a series of broken, needy gasps.

"You’re so wet," I murmured, sliding my fingers in and out, feeling every ridge, every pulse, every desperate contraction. "You’re so fucking ready for me, darling."

"I am... I am," she confessed, her voice a wrecked, broken thing. "I’ve been... I’ve been thinking about this... since the moment you started to feel not like yourself."

"Since the moment I saw how... defenseless you are back then..." A shuddering laugh escaped her. "A human... I’m thinking about a human like this."

"The old me probably would puke out all of her organs."

"And what does that human feel like?" I whispered, driving my fingers deeper, finding the spot where her body seemed to hum with the most intense pleasure.

She screamed with a raw, unfiltered sound that was equal parts agony and ecstasy, and her body went rigid, every muscle locking tight around my hand as her first orgasm tore through her like lightning.

Her tits bounced wildly, her tail wrapped so tight around my leg I could feel the blood rushing through it, and the sounds she made... those low, guttural panther purrs mixed with human moans were the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

"Oh god... darling... darling... darling..." She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as the pleasure continued to roll through her in waves, her body refusing to release its grip on my fingers.

And I just smiled, my fingers still moving inside her, feeling the heat and the wetness and the absolute surrender of a woman who had finally, after a lifetime of pride and prejudice, found something worth losing everything for.

Velora was still coming down from that first wave, her body trembling, her walls still clenching around my fingers in aftershocks... but I didn’t stop. Not even close.

What I was doing now was something that years of experience had taught me was far more important than brute force.

It was the art of it.

Every woman is a different instrument, and I’d spent years learning how to play them. The way her body was reacting told me everything I needed to know... she was a creature of sensation, of deep, resonant pleasure that ran through her whole body like a current.

She didn’t just feel things in her pussy, but she felt them in her chest, in her throat, and in her tail.

"You’re not done yet, darling," I murmured, my voice low and steady, almost clinical in its confidence. "Not even close."

I began to move my fingers differently. Not just in and out... I hooked my middle finger upward, pressing against the anterior wall of her pussy, and I felt her whole body go rigid.

"Ah—! Leon—!" Her voice cracked, a sound caught between a gasp and a growl. "What... what are you—"

"Shh... Just feel it."

I found the spot. Every woman has one, especially that hidden, electric nexus that sends a jolt straight to the brain, and in a pantherkin woman, it was unlike anything I’d ever encountered.

The moment my finger pressed against it, Velora’s eyes went wide, and her pupils swallowed the golden iris entirely.

"Haaah—!" A sound tore out of her that was equal parts roar and sob.

Her hips bucked violently against my hand, her thighs clenching so hard I could feel the individual muscles firing.

’He’s good,’ her mind was screaming at her, even as her mouth could only produce broken sounds. ’He’s... he’s not just good.’

’He’s...’

I added my index finger, curling it in a rhythmic, deliberate motion, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing. I could feel the spot swelling beneath me, gorging with blood, the ridges of her heat contracting in a desperate, rhythmic pulse.

"You’ve never had a human touch like this, have you?" I whispered, my thumb finding the swollen nub of her clit and circling it with feather-light precision while my fingers worked inside.

"No," she choked out, her head thrashing side to side. "No, I’ve never—ahhh!—never felt anything like—darling, darling, darling!"

The word came out in a torrent now, uncontrolled, the way a dam breaks when you find the right crack.

"I thought humans were—nnngh—weak, fragile... but you’re—HAAAH—you’re worse than any beastman I’ve ever fought in battle—AHHH!"

I laughed softly against her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. "Worse? That’s a compliment coming from you, Velora."

"It’s not a compliment," she gasped, her claws furrowing deep into my shoulders. "You’re... you’re wild."

"This—what you’re doing—it’s not human..."

"No human should be able to—oh god, oh god—"

"Nnnnnhhhhhhh~!"