Chapter 93. Velora Is Really Cute and Adorable. I Had To Say It To Her Face**

Chapter 93: 93. Velora Is Really Cute and Adorable. I Had To Say It To Her Face**

The gentleness was gone. And the restraint I had been holding onto... that fragile thread of human decency that kept me from completely breaking her, snapped like sun-dried leather.

Velora had asked for it. She had begged for the destruction, and as a man who took what he wanted, I was more than happy to oblige.

I grabbed both of her wrists in one of my hands, pinning them above her head against the wall. The sudden loss of leverage forced her hips upward, tilting her pelvis at the perfect, devastating angle.

With her arms restrained, she couldn’t brace herself. All she could do is only receive. And receive, she would.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" I growled against her ear, my breath hot enough to scald. "You wanted to feel exactly what I can do to you."

"Yes—ahhh!—Yes, Leon! Please—"

I began to pound into her.

This wasn’t a dance anymore, but I like to call it a war.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Each thrust was a violent, piston-like strike that drove my cock past the resistance of her tight walls and slammed directly against the sensitive mouth of her womb.

Thwack. Slap. Thwack.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the chamber like gunfire.

"Oh—god—OH GOD!" Velora’s scream was primal.

Her head thrashed from side to side, her golden eyes rolling back in her skull. "It’s—nnngh—it’s hitting it!"

"Leon, your cock—it’s hitting my—AAAHHHH!—my cervix!"

"It’s going so deep! I can feel you inside my very soul!"

Every time I bottomed out, her entire body shuddered as if she’d been electrocuted. The sensation was overwhelming for her.

As a Pantherkin, she was used to the familiar—the predictable rhythm of her own kind.

But this? This was alien territory. This was something ancient and forbidden.

’This is why,’ she thought desperately, her mind fracturing under the onslaught of pleasure. ’This is why the stories exist.’

’This is why Mother always spoke of the humans with that strange, hungry glint in her eyes.’

’They burn hotter,’ she would whisper. ’They possess a hunger that our kind cannot match.’

She finally understood. She understood why the old legends spoke of Beast females losing themselves to human lovers.

It wasn’t just the strength, but more like... it was the depth.

The way a human man seemed to seek out the very core of her being, refusing to stop at the surface, demanding entry into the sacred space where her life began. A human cock felt different—more relentless, more invasive, and more complete.

It wasn’t just filling her pussy, but it was claiming her womb, claiming her lineage, and claiming her.

"You’re—fuck—you’re destroying me!" I roared, my own climax building like a tsunami.

I increased the speed, my hips moving in a blur of motion. "I’m going to fuck every thought out of your head, Velora!"

"I’m going to make you forget your own pride as the proud pantherkin!"

"Do it! Do it!—Nnnngh—HAHHH!" Her moans turned into incoherent keening sounds. "I don’t—ah! ah!—I don’t want to remember anything but you!"

"Just—fuck—keep hitting it there! Right there! Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop!"

The friction was becoming unbearable. The combination of her slick, oversensitive walls and the sheer force of my thrusts created a heat that felt like liquid fire.

I could feel her pussy beginning to spasm around me again, not in a full climax yet, but in those involuntary, desperate clenches that signaled she was right on the edge.

Each time her muscles seized, they gripped my cock with terrifying strength, milking me, demanding more.

"Leon—Leon!" she shrieked, her voice breaking as her hips began to buck involuntarily against mine. "It’s too much—no, it’s not enough!—More! Give me—AAAAHHHHH!"

I let out a guttural sound that was half-growl, half-roar, abandoning all pretense of control. I drove into her with everything I had left, each thrust deeper than the last, each impact more violent than the one before.

I could feel her cervix yielding to me, opening slightly, inviting me into the deepest sanctum of her body. The tension in the room was suffocating—a cocktail of sweat, musk, desperation, and raw, unbridled lust.

"I’m—fuck—I’m close, Velora! I’m going to—"

"Then give it to me!" she screamed, her claws tearing at the sheets despite her wrists being pinned. "Fill me up! Fill me until I can’t breathe! Fill me, Leon!"

The world exploded.

The sound that tore from her throat wasn’t human... it was the cry of a predator caught in a trap of its own making.

Her orgasm hit like a physical blow, her internal muscles clamping down on me with such ferocity that I felt my own control shatter instantly.

My cock bucked inside her, pumping wave after wave of hot, thick seed directly against her cervix, flooding her womb with the proof of my claim.

"OH GOD—YES! YES! YES!" Velora’s body went rigid, her back arching so severely I thought her spine might snap, her entire being consumed by the white-hot lightning of her climax.

We collapsed together, panting, sweating, and shaking. The only sound in the room was the ragged, desperate gasping of two souls who had just crossed a threshold from which there was no return.

I kept her pinned there for a moment longer, my cock still buried deep inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her climax ripple through her body and into mine.

After the storm of our climax, the silence that followed was heavy, charged with the lingering musk of sex and the ragged rhythm of our breathing.

I didn’t pull away immediately. I stayed buried inside her, feeling the way her body still trembled around me, the way her pussy continued to twitch in involuntary aftershocks.

I watched her—really watched her. Her hair was a wild halo of tangles, her skin glistened with sweat like polished bronze, and those golden eyes were still hazy with pleasure.

A wicked, playful thought crossed my mind. I wanted to see that fierce warrior facade crack... not with violence this time, but with something far more dangerous: vulnerability.

"You know," I murmured, my voice dropping to a velvet purr as I leaned down, brushing my lips against her damp temple. "I was thinking about something while I was balls-deep in you."

Velora let out a weak, breathless laugh, her chest rising and falling beneath mine. "What could you possibly be thinking about now, Leon? After what you just did to me?"

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. "I was thinking that you’re actually... really cute."

The effect was instantaneous.

Velora froze. Her eyes snapped wide, the gold irises contracting in genuine shock.

"Cute?" she repeated, the word sounding foreign on her tongue. "What did you just call me?"

"Cute," I repeated, deliberately emphasizing the word.

I let my gaze roam over her face. "Seriously... With those flushed cheeks and that pouty lower lip after you come... you’re adorable, Velora."

"Stop that," she hissed, though there was no real venom in it.

Her ears flicked backward, a tell-tale sign of her fluster. "That is—that is preposterous...!"

"I am a commander! I am a warrior of the Pantherkin! People tremble when I enter a room!"

"My soldiers speak my name with reverence and fear."

"Well, they’re idiots then," I challenged, nipping lightly at her earlobe. "Because all I see is this gorgeous, fierce little kitten who looks absolutely precious when she’s wrecked."

"I am not a kitten!" she protested, but her voice lacked its usual commanding edge. "Leon, cease this at once!"

"It is beneath your dignity to speak to me this way, and it is certainly beneath mine to hear it."

"Why? Because it doesn’t fit the ’terrifying commander’ brand?" I grinned, sliding my hands up from her hips to cup her face.

I began to trace the line of her jaw with my thumbs. "But it’s true."

"Your voice when you moan my name? Sweet..."

"Your face when you’re concentrating? Deadly serious..."

"But right now?" I let my eyes drop lower. "Right now, with these massive, beautiful tits bouncing while you breathe..."

"Leon!" she cried out, her face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled a sunset.

In a rare display of genuine embarrassment, she brought both arms up, covering her face to hide from my scrutiny. "Stop it! Stop praising me like this!"

"It is not right... it doesn’t match my title... my pride demands—"

"Your pride can wait five minutes," I interrupted, my voice softening but remaining confident. "I’m not talking to the commander right now..."

"I’m talking to Velora. And Velora is breathtaking."

Behind her hands, I could hear her breathing hitch. She was fighting it—fighting the urge to believe me, fighting the way her heart was betraying her by racing at my words.

She had spent her entire life being feared, respected, or obeyed. No one had ever simply admired her.

And no one had ever seen the woman beneath the armor and called her beautiful.

"You’re... insufferable," she whispered through her fingers.

But she didn’t pull away.