Chapter 89. I Really Introduced Her To Many Good Things~! She’s So Goddamn Single**

Chapter 89: 89. I Really Introduced Her To Many Good Things~! She’s So Goddamn Single**

She was right. What I was doing was a symphony of technique... the right pressure, the right angle, and the right rhythm, all calibrated to the unique architecture of her body.

I could feel the tension building inside her like a coiled spring, each contraction of her heat growing tighter, more desperate, and even more hungry.

Her moans had changed. They were no longer just pleas, but they were starting to get primal, which is what I love.

Deep, resonant purrs that vibrated through her chest and into mine, layered beneath sharp, high-pitched keening that made her ears pin flat against her skull. Her tail was wrapped so tight around my leg that I could feel her pulse hammering through it.

"Leon... something’s... something’s wrong..." she whispered, her voice trembling with a fear that had nothing to do with pain. "I can feel—I can feel something building inside me...!"

"It’s too much! It’s too much, darlingdarling; I can’t—"

"Don’t fight it," I commanded, my voice dropping to a low, authoritative rumble.

I pressed my finger harder against the spot, finding the exact angle that made her whole body shudder. "Let it come..."

"I’ve got you... I’ve got all of you."

Her eyes went glassy. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out for a full two seconds—then a gasp that sounded like she’d been struck.

"Oh god—oh god—"

Her body went absolutely, terrifyingly rigid. Every muscle in her frame locked tight—her abs, her thighs, her back, and even her arms.

Her claws dug into my shoulders with enough force to draw fresh blood, but I didn’t flinch. And I didn’t move.

I held her exactly where she was, my fingers still working that spot with relentless, loving precision.

And then the first wave hit.

She screamed... a raw, guttural, animal sound that tore through the silence of the room like a blade.

Her hips bucked upward, and I felt it... a sudden, warm, powerful gush of fluid erupting from her, drenching my hand, soaking through to my wrist.

SQUUIIRRTTTT~! SQUUIIIRRRRT~ SQUIIRRRT~!

"AHHHH! DARLING! DARLING—!"

The squirting came in violent, uncontrolled bursts... not just a trickle, but a full, powerful release that drenched my fingers and pooled beneath her.

I’d read about this in biology textbooks... squirting, female ejaculation, a phenomenon that was still debated among scientists, but seeing it, feeling it, was something entirely different.

It was the most honest, most vulnerable thing I’d ever witnessed.

Can’t get tired of it.

Velora’s whole body was convulsing, her walls squeezing my fingers in waves that felt like they would never stop.

Her moans had dissolved into a continuous, unbroken wail... a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender.

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat and the flush of her skin, and her golden eyes were rolled back, her jaw slack, and her lips parted in a silent, screaming O.

’This is it,’ her mind whispered through the fog of pleasure. ’This is what I’ve been missing.’

’This is what I was too proud to let myself feel.’

She’d read about this in her biology texts, too. Female ejaculation.

A phenomenon that was rare in humans but apparently more common in certain species... and pantherkin, it seemed, was no exception.

The fact that she was experiencing it for the first time, here, with a human, after years of denying herself this kind of pleasure, made the whole thing feel almost poetic.

"That’s it, darling," I murmured, my voice a low caress against her ear, not letting up for a single second. "That’s it... Let it all out now, and make sure it’s every drop."

"I—I can’t—ahhh!" She was still squirting, still convulsing, still screaming, her body refusing to let go of the pleasure that was tearing through her like a wildfire.

Her purring had returned... deeper now, more resonant, vibrating through her entire body and into mine. It was the sound of a predator completely and utterly undone.

"You’re... you’re incredible," she managed to choke out between waves of pleasure, her voice wrecked and raw. "I’ve never... darling, I’ve never—ahhh!"

I smiled against her neck, my fingers still working, still pressing, still finding that spot and milking every drop of sensation from it.

"I know," I whispered. "I know you haven’t."

The aftershocks were still rippling through her. Her thighs twitching involuntarily, her tail curling and uncurling against my leg like a living thing caught between ecstasy and exhaustion.

Velora lay draped over me, her chest heaving, sweat slicking her golden skin, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps that filled the small room.

Her mind was a storm.

’I’ve... I’ve done this before,’ she thought, the memory surfacing through the haze of pleasure like something from a past life.

She remembered a night, months ago, in her quarters—a cold, clinical exercise. She’d read about the physiological benefits of self-stimulation for stress management, a technique the Pantherkin Academy had introduced.

She’d tried it once, a brief, almost mechanical thing, just to understand the mechanics of her own body. It had been... fine.

Feels almost efficient. Nothing more.

But this... What I had just done to her... was not efficient. It was annihilating.

She had never come like that before. Not once.

And not in her entire life.

The squirting, the deep, bone-shaking contractions, the way her consciousness had simply fractured for a few seconds... it was nothing like anything she’d experienced alone.

Alone, she could control it. She could stop when she wanted.

She could maintain the wall between sensation and control. But I had demolished that wall and built something else in its place.

’He came deeper,’ she realized, her eyes fluttering open to find mine. ’He went somewhere I didn’t know existed.’

"Leon..." she breathed, her voice wrecked, barely above a whisper.

"I... I’ve never—I thought I understood my own body, but you just—" She stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

The admission was too vulnerable, too honest, and she didn’t have the strength to mask it.

I didn’t give her the chance to feel ashamed.

I pulled her closer, my arms wrapping around her waist, and pressed my lips to hers.

The kiss caught her by surprise. After the violence of what she’d just experienced... the screaming, the convulsing, and the sheer noise of it, and she expected something gentle.

Something soothing. A reward for her surrender.

Instead, I kissed her like I was trying to steal the air from her lungs.

It was rough.

My tongue forced its way past her lips, claiming her mouth with a dominance that matched the way I’d claimed her body.

I drank in her breath, her taste, and the way her lips parted and trembled against mine. She made a sound... a small, startled whimper, but then something shifted.

Something clicked.

She kissed back.

Her hands found the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer even as she gasped for air.

The kiss was desperate and hungry, fueled by the raw vulnerability of what had just happened between her legs.

She was wide open now... emotionally and physically, and I was pouring everything into that openness.

And I didn’t stop.

My hand was still between her thighs, still working, and still stroking. My fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles around her swollen clit while my thumb pressed gently against the entrance of her heat, which was still slick and swollen and pulsing from her orgasm.

The sensation was almost unbearable... the hyper-sensitivity of her body after climax, the way every nerve ending was screaming for attention, and the way I was giving it to her with ruthless, loving precision.

"Nnh—ah! Darling—hhaaah—" Velora’s voice was a broken melody between kisses, her moans vibrating against my lips. "You’re—you’re not stopping... you’re not stopping—oh god, darling, you’re not stopping—"

"I told you," I murmured against her mouth, my breath warm and teasing. "I’m not asking..."

"I’m taking! Every last bit of you!"

She was drowning in it.

The dual onslaught of the kiss and the fingering, especially the rough, possessive way I held her mouth while my hand continued its relentless work between her thighs was driving her to the edge again.

Her body was already beginning to respond, her heat clenching around my fingers in anticipatory ripples, her pussy producing more slickness that coated my knuckles and dripped down my wrist.

’This is insane,’ her mind whispered. ’He’s stroking me right after I came.’

’No one... no beastman, and no partner..."

"I thought that this kind of thing... a partner is going to wait, and that... they always let me recover."

"But it seems like I need to train and study more about this... this human... Leon... he just—he just keeps going."

"He keeps taking. And I... I want it."

"I want him to keep going...!"

"Leon, I—I can’t—" she gasped, pulling back from the kiss just enough to breathe.

Her face was flushed, her eyes glassy, her lips swollen and red. "It’s too much...!"

"I’m going to—I’m going to come again, and I don’t know if I can—"

"Then come again," I said, my voice low and steady, my fingers never stopping their rhythm. "Come as many times as you need to!"

"I’ll be right here, and I’m not going anywhere."

She looked at me with an expression I’d never seen on a Pantherkin warrior before. It wasn’t fear.

And it wasn’t even lust, but it was something better, of course, like... deeper. Something ancient and raw.

It was trust.

"Darling," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I trust you."

And then she kissed me again, and the kiss was different... softer, deeper, more intimate, as if she were finally letting herself feel everything she’d been denying for so long.

Her tongue met mine with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough, possessive way I’d been kissing her, and I could feel the tears starting again.

It’s not from pain, not from shame, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of being seen by someone who didn’t care about her title, her reputation, or her pride.

She was just Velora... And I wanted her more than anything.