Chapter 95. The Pantherkin That Despised Human... Become A Slave To His Meat Sword**

Chapter 95: 95. The Pantherkin That Despised Human... Become A Slave To His Meat Sword**

Finally, she pulled away from my groin, a single string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock.

She looked up at me, her golden eyes burning with an intensity that could have melted steel. There was no commander left in those eyes—only a mate who had found her alpha.

"Leon," she whispered, her voice raw, husky, and utterly commanding. "Don’t think for one second that we are finished."

She grabbed my hips with clawed fingers, her nails leaving fresh marks on my skin as she pulled me back toward her.

"Fuck me again... Fuck me until you can’t stand!"

"Fuck me until I am nothing but your vessel!"

"I can keep up, Leon... I want you to push me until I break."

The challenge in her voice was the final spark. I grabbed her by the waist, flipping her onto her back with a grunt of exertion.

The war wasn’t over, and to me... it was just entering its most devastating phase.

...

The next hour became a blur of sweat, friction, and primal sounds. The room felt smaller and hotter, as if the very air was being consumed by our combined heat.

I lay flat on my back, my arms folded behind my head as pillows, simply watching. I wanted to witness this transformation.

I wanted to memorize every detail of the woman who had once looked at me with nothing but contempt.

Not long ago, Velora had treated me like vermin... a ’primitive lowly human’ who dared to breathe the same air as her nobility.

Now, she was straddling me like a conqueror seeking salvation.

She had taken control, adopting the cowgirl position with a raw, unpracticed desperation that made my blood boil. Her thighs were spread wide, her knees planted on either side of my hips, and her hips were moving in a relentless, grinding rhythm.

Slap. Squish. Slap.

"Oh fuck, Leon—ahhh!—yes! Right there!" Velora cried out, her head tossing back as she drove herself down onto me.

Her massive tits were the star of the show. With every violent upward thrust and downward grind, they bounced wildly, the heavy flesh swaying with a momentum that seemed almost hypnotic.

The tips were dark and pebbled, glistening with sweat as they swung back and forth. Her hands were pressed hard against my abdominal muscles for support, her fingers digging into my six-pack as she used my body as an anchor to propel herself higher and faster.

"You like that, kitten?" I growled, my eyes tracing the way her stomach muscles rippled with every movement. "You like being the one in charge?"

"I—nnngh!—I love it!" she screamed, her voice cracking with ecstasy. "I never knew—ahhh! —I never knew humans could feel like this!"

"Your cock... it’s too much!"

"It’s hitting everything—oh god—it’s hitting my sweet spot, Leon!"

"Every time you thrust up, it smacks against my cervix—AAAAHHH!"

Her hips stuttered as she hit that perfect angle, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. I could feel her internal muscles spasming around my shaft, milking me with every desperate grind.

’I should punish her,’ a dark voice whispered in the back of my mind. ’I should flip her over, pin her wrists above her head, and show her what real domination feels like.’

’Remind her that she’s not the one in control here. ’But as I watched her... her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head, her lips parted in a constant moan.

I couldn’t bring myself to stop the spectacle. And I wanted to savor this lesson.

In fact... I wanted her to learn exactly how addictive this pleasure could be.

"It’s addictive, isn’t it?" I taunted, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "Tell me, Commander."

"Tell me how it feels to be a slave to a human’s cock."

"I am—fuck—I am your slave!"

"Yes!—More! Push up harder!" she begged, her words dissolving into incoherent whimpers. "It’s hitting my G-spot—oh fuck, Leon!—it’s everywhere!"

"I can’t—nnngh—I can’t think! I can only feel you!"

The sound of her climax approaching was unmistakable. Her movements became erratic, faster, and more frantic.

Her ass was grinding against my pelvis with bruising force, the wet sounds of our bodies colliding becoming a deafening rhythm in the room. Her breathing was ragged, coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Leon—Leon!—I’m going to—I’m going to break!—AAAAHHHHH!"

Her body suddenly stiffened. Her back arched so severely I thought it might snap, and her hands pressed so hard into my abs that I could feel her claws pricking my skin.

Her pussy began to convulse in massive, rolling waves of pleasure, squeezing my cock so tightly I thought I might burst.

Her tits bounced violently one last time before she collapsed forward against my chest, her breasts crushing against my pectorals as she screamed her release into the crook of my neck.

"Oh god... oh fuck... Leon..." she sobbed into my skin, her whole body vibrating with aftershocks. "More... please... don’t you dare stop..."

I grinned against her damp shoulder. She was hooked.

The Commander was gone, replaced by something far more interesting: a woman who had discovered her true purpose. And I was only just getting started.

The rhythm didn’t slow down. If anything, the aftershocks of her first climax acted like fuel rather than an ending.

Velora pulled herself upright again, her face glistening with a sheen of sweat that made her skin glow like polished amber under the dim light. Her eyes were bloodshot, pupils dilated until they nearly swallowed the gold of her irises.

"You’re... you’re not stopping, are you?" I asked, my voice rough.

A part of me felt a flicker of something almost like shyness—this was a level of raw, unfiltered exposure I hadn’t expected from a woman of her stature.

But that shyness was immediately overridden by a surge of predatory confidence. I wanted to prove to her that I could match her... that I could be the partner she clearly needed, someone who could withstand her intensity and push her even further.

Velora let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. She began to move again, but this time, it wasn’t just grinding.

She began to ride me with a calculated, ferocious speed. Her hips moved in tight, circular motions that forced my cock to scrape against every sensitive nerve ending inside her.

"I tried, Leon—ahhh!—I really tried to keep my dignity," she gasped, her voice breaking as she accelerated. H

Her tits swayed violently above me, their weight creating a hypnotic visual that kept my heart hammering against my ribs. "I wanted to be... nnngh... the proper leader of the Nightclaw."

"I wanted to be polite, to show pride, to maintain some semblance of... fuck—of my fucking composure with you, my darling!"

She leaned forward suddenly, her breasts pressing against my chest as she lowered her center of gravity, making each downward thrust deeper, more invasive.

"But I can’t!" she shrieked, her claws digging into my shoulders. "I can’t think about politics, or war, or my people!"

"All I can think about is this cock!"

"All I can feel is how you’re stretching me open and filling me up again and again!"

"Oh god, Leon—AAAAHHH!"

The wet sounds of our union grew louder, more frenetic—slap-squelch, slap-squelch—as she pushed herself beyond human limits.

Her training as a Nightclaw warrior kicked in, where she had spent her life mastering her body’s endurance, and now she was weaponizing that discipline for pleasure.

Her movements became a blur of motion, her hips moving with such mechanical precision and inhuman speed that she seemed to be vibrating on top of me.

’She’s insane,’ I thought, watching her face contort in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. ’She’s completely lost herself in this.’

But I wasn’t about to let her go alone. I reached up, gripping her hips with my bare hands, and began to thrust upward to meet her devastating downward force.

"Then lose it, Velora!" I roared over her screams. "Forget the Nightclaw! Forget everything except this!"

"Yes! Yes!—Fuck—it feels so good! So good!" Her voice rose to a crescendo of desperate moans. "Every time you thrust up, I feel you hitting my womb—oh fuck—you’re filling me so deep!"

"I can feel your cum pooling inside me, mixing with my own—nnngh, ahhh, AAAAAHHH!"

Her internal muscles were betraying her, clamping down on me in rhythmic, punishing waves that made my vision swim.

She was moving so fast now that her entire body seemed to be one single instrument of pleasure. Her moans turned into guttural, animalistic sounds—pure Nightclaw instinct breaking through the last vestiges of her civilized mind.

Slap, slap, slap, slap!

"I can feel it—fuck—I can feel you inside my very core!" she screamed, her head lolling back as she pushed herself into a frenzy. "Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!"

"Keep going until there’s nothing left of me but your mark!"

The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the air vibrating with the force of her relentless assault on my body.

She was a storm, and I was right in the eye of it, determined to ride the lightning until we both burned out.