Chapter 98. She Wanted Hundreds Of Babies For An Army!**

Chapter 98: 98. She Wanted Hundreds Of Babies For An Army!**

The scene shifted with the fluid brutality of a storm. In one motion, I rolled off the bed, bringing her down with me.

I didn’t let her rest. I pulled her arms above her head, stretching her body taut as I positioned her over me.

She climbed atop me in a reverse cowgirl position, her back to my face, her hips swaying with a desperate, uncoordinated hunger.

The wet sounds of our coupling filled the space—squelch, slap, squelch—as she rode me with a ferocity that defied her exhaustion. Her head was thrown back, her throat exposed.

"Stain me!" she screamed at the ceiling, her fingers clawing at the floorboards. "Stain every inch of me, Leon!"

"Inside and out! I want your DNA—your human DNA—to flood me until I’m more yours than I am mine!"

"Mark me! Mark me so thoroughly that no other man could ever claim what’s left of me!"

Her words carried the weight of her Pantherkin heritage.

For her people, mating wasn’t just pleasure, but it was a sacred binding. Once she accepted a male, her loyalty was absolute, written in blood and instinct.

She wanted that binding to be irreversible. She wanted to be claimed by my humanity, to be irrevocably altered by me.

"You’re mine, Velora," I promised, my hands sliding up her stomach to grip her waist, guiding her rhythm. "Every drop of you belongs to me."

But I wasn’t satisfied with her being on top.

I wanted her submission absolute. I flipped her once more, pinning her flat against the mattress with the full weight of my body.

This time, I was merciless. I pressed my left palm against her forehead, grinding her head into the pillow to keep her gaze locked on mine, while my right hand reached up to grasp one of her sensitive panther ears.

I pulled it upward, a sharp, possessive tug that made her whimper in a mix of pain and overwhelming arousal.

"Look at me," I commanded.

Her eyes were unfocused, pupils dilated to the edges, her breathing coming in short, terrified pants. "Leon... oh fuck... what are you doing to me?"

"I’m making you what you were meant to be," I whispered, driving myself into her with a series of rapid-fire, shallow thrusts that targeted every nerve ending at once. "I’m breaking down the commander and leaving only the mate."

"I’m... I’m being turned into it..." she whimpered, her hips bucking helplessly against my palm. "Just a little... little breeder... just for you... my exclusive human..."

Her voice devolved into incoherent moans as the stimulation became too much to bear. "Just your toy... your bitch... AAAAHHHHHHH—LEON!"

She was completely undone, reduced to a creature of pure need, her noble lineage forgotten in the face of the overwhelming human pleasure I was forcing upon her.

Every thrust was a claim, every moan was a surrender, and every scream was a prayer to the man who had conquered her heart and her body in a single night.

The night seemed to dissolve, time losing all meaning as we spiraled deeper into a haze of carnal obsession. I was insatiable, driven by a primal need to claim every possible inch of her, and Velora was more than willing to accommodate my endless hunger.

Minutes later—though it felt like hours—she was on her knees before me. Her magnificent, full breasts were pressed together, creating a tight valley for my cock to slide between.

She worked them with desperate expertise, her eyes fixed on mine, pupils still dilated with residual ecstasy. But I couldn’t contain myself anymore... the constant stimulation had pushed me past the point of no return.

"Nnngh—Velora—here it comes again!" I growled.

A fresh, hot torrent erupted from me. I didn’t pull away, but I thrust forward, sending the thick stream directly across her chest and upward, splattering across her cheeks and lips.

She didn’t flinch.

Instead, she leaned into it, her tongue darting out to taste the salt and heat of me. Her face was painted with the evidence of my endless stamina, white streaks marking her flushed skin.

"Oh fuck..." she whispered, licking her lips with a dazed, intoxicated smile. "I love this... Leon, I love this more than anything."

"More than training, more than the thrill of the hunt, and more than winning a war... I’ve never had this much fun in my entire life." She looked up at me, her expression utterly drunk on sex. "I’m addicted to you."

But I wasn’t done giving her what she craved. I pulled her back onto the bed, but this time, there was no gentleness left—only the raw, unadulterated need to mate.

I moved between her legs in a punishing mating press, forcing her thighs wide and pinning her down with the full, crushing weight of my muscular frame.

This time, I used both hands to wrap around her throat, not to choke her unconscious, but to assert absolute dominance as I drove myself into her with rhythmic, devastating force.

"Fuck—Velora—take it all!" I roared, my hips slamming against hers with bone-deep impact.

She responded by locking her powerful legs around my hips, her ankles crossing behind my back to anchor me, ensuring that every single drop of my cum would be trapped deep inside her.

Her screams were no longer just pleas, but they were declarations of surrender.

"Yes! Yes!—AAAAHHHHH!" she shrieked as I hit her cervix again and again. "Even when I win the hardest battles... when I stand over my enemies... I’ve never felt this powerful!"

"I’ve never felt this happy!"

"Leon—fuck—I am so much happier when you’re finishing inside me! Fill me up! Make me yours!"

The sounds in the room were primal—the wet, slapping rhythm of our bodies, her guttural Pantherkin moans, and my own ragged breathing. I was pouring everything I was into her, emptying my soul through my cock.

Eventually, the frantic pace slowed, but the connection never broke. I sat back against the headboard, and she climbed onto my lap, straddling my thighs.

My cock remained buried deep inside her, a warm, throbbing connection that neither of us wanted to sever. She wrapped her arms around my neck like a lifeline, pulling my face to hers.

Her kisses were desperate, hungry, and tasting of each other. She kissed me as if she were trying to breathe me in, her tongue tangling with mine in a slow, possessive dance.

"I can’t get over this," she whimpered against my lips, her forehead resting against mine. "I don’t care what happens tomorrow."

"I don’t care about the war, or the kingdom, or my duty...!"

"I just want more...! I want to be with you...!"

"More, darling. Always more...!"

We broke apart slowly, both of us panting, our skin slick with sweat and the evidence of our shared passion. The silence that followed wasn’t empty, but it was heavy with the weight of what we had become to each other.

Velora pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. Her gaze was no longer that of a fierce commander, but it was soft, vulnerable, and terrifyingly sincere.

Her lips parted slightly, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Hey... darling..." she whispered, her voice dripping with an affection so pure it was almost overwhelming.

The exhaustion that should have claimed us was nowhere to be found... instead, it had been replaced by a terrifying, inexhaustible hunger.

I couldn’t bear to be away from her, even by an inch. I rolled her onto her side, pulling her back against my chest in a tight spooning position.

Her spine pressed against my front, her soft curves fitting perfectly against my hard muscles.

I reached down, grabbing her right thigh and hiking it up high, pinning it against my hip to open her up completely. This angle allowed me to drive myself into her with devastating depth, each thrust hitting her womb with the force of a hammer.

Slap—squelch—slap—squelch.

The wet friction of our bodies in this position sounded like raw meat being struck, primal and unashamed.

"Leon—ahhh!—oh fuck—" Velora gasped, her head lolling back against my shoulder.

Her voice was thick, strained with the effort of holding onto her sanity as I pounded into her from behind. "Leon... listen to me... I need to ask you something."

I didn’t answer with words. I simply drove harder, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

"Is it... nnngh!... is it okay? Can we... make a baby?" The question came out in a rush of desperate breath. "I’m in my prime, Leon... My body is ready."

"I could give you so many... so many babies." Her hips bucked wildly against mine, seeking more of that deep, internal pressure. "Imagine it... an army of Nightclaw hybrids."

"Children with your blood, your strength, and your human fire running through their veins!"

"I want an army of them... a hundred... a thousand... all carrying your mark."

Her words were intoxicating, a vision of conquest that went beyond territory—it was the conquest of legacy. I growled low in my throat, a sound of pure, possessive approval, but I didn’t slow down.

If anything, hearing her desire to be bred like an animal only made me more relentless.

I flipped her over within the embrace, bringing her onto her back while keeping our bodies fused, our legs intertwining in a desperate lock.