Chapter 99. She Would Share Me With The Other Beastwomen. That Makes It Hot!**

Chapter 99: 99. She Would Share Me With The Other Beastwomen. That Makes It Hot!**

I grabbed her hips, pulling her up to meet every punishing stroke as I accelerated. The pace became frantic, the bed creaking under the violence of our movement.

"Leon—oh god—listen to me!" she screamed as a fresh wave of pleasure began to coil in her gut.

Her legs locked around my waist like iron bands, pulling me deeper, demanding everything. "If I get pregnant... if I carry your children... will you marry me?"

The vulnerability in her voice cut through the haze of lust like a blade.

"I want it all!" she wailed, her voice breaking into a sob of ecstasy. "AAAAHHHHH! I want to build a family with you."

"A real home... I want to give you everything!"

"You can have so many of us, Leon—you can have tons of beastwomen; I’ll share them with you, and I’ll bring them to you, just as long as we are together! Just as long as you are our king!"

The sheer scale of her surrender, especially her willingness to share her kingdom, her body, and her future just to keep me... sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins that felt like lightning.

I wasn’t just fucking a woman anymore, but it felt like I was fucking a queen who was offering me her entire world.

"Fuck—Velora—YES!" I roared, my vision tunneling as I reached my breaking point. "Anything you want! Everything is yours!"

I increased my speed to a blur, my hips slamming against her with such ferocity that her screams became continuous, melodic shrieks of pure surrender. "I love you! I love you, Leon!"

"Fill me—fill me now—AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

The climax hit like an explosion of molten gold. I buried myself to the hilt, my entire body convulsing as I unleashed a final, monumental torrent of seed directly into her waiting womb.

Her body seized in response, her internal muscles clamping down on me in rhythmic, milking spasms that drew every last drop from my soul. We collapsed together, a tangle of sweat, cum, and broken promises, the echoes of her screams still vibrating in the charged air of the room.

The mating press wasn’t over. Despite the previous waves of release, the fire between us had only transformed from a blaze into something more dangerous—a white-hot, molten core of obsession.

I kept my weight crushing her into the mattress, my hips continuing their relentless, grinding assault. Each thrust was slower now, deeper, designed to stretch her, to claim her, to make sure she felt every single millimeter of my cock as it claimed her territory.

Schlick. Slap. Schlick.

The sound was wet, obscene, and hypnotic.

I pulled back from her lips, breaking the kiss just enough to force her to meet my gaze. I wanted to see the damage I had done.

I wanted to see what was left of the commander after I had thoroughly dismantled her.

When her eyes finally met mine, I nearly lost control again. Her pupils were blown so wide they nearly swallowed the irises, but there was something else—a dazed, hypnotic shimmer.

Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated lust mixed with a devotion so profound it felt religious. She looked like a woman who had seen God and found Him made of flesh and sinew.

Her face was flushed crimson, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her expression was nothing short of worshipful.

"Leon..." she whimpered, her voice a broken thread of sound.

Her hands had slid back behind her head, gripping the pillow beneath her skull as if to steady herself against the overwhelming pleasure. "I love you... oh fuck, I love you so much."

"Nnngh—Velora—" I growled, feeling her internal muscles clench around me in desperate, involuntary pulses.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" she chanted, the words becoming a mantra, a prayer.

Her hips bucked upward, trying to meet every downward thrust of my pelvis. "Please... Leon, please don’t stop... Don’t ever stop."

"I don’t want to be a commander anymore for today... I just want to be yours."

"I want to be the vessel for everything you are."

A tear of pure ecstasy escaped the corner of her eye as she looked up at me with that hungry, heart-struck gaze. "Let it out, darling... please!"

"Let it all out inside me...!"

"Fill me up until I can’t take anymore...! Make me pregnant!"

"Make me yours forever...! Give me your babies, Leon—give them to me now!"

Her plea was primal, stripped of all pretense. She wasn’t asking as a noble, but she was begging as a mate who had been completely conquered.

I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear, my cock throbbing painfully inside her as the tension built to a breaking point. The feeling of her cunt milking me, combined with the raw vulnerability of her confession, was more potent than any drug.

"I love you too, Velora," I rasped, my voice dripping with dark promise. "More than you could possibly understand."

I felt the familiar, terrifying coil of climax tightening in my gut. My muscles locked, my grip on her hips tightening until my knuckles turned white.

The pressure was unbearable, a dam about to burst under the weight of a thousand suns.

"I can’t hold it back anymore," I groaned, my hips beginning to stutter in short, violent bursts as I prepared to flood her again. "I’m cumming all over again, Velora...!"

"I’m going to fill you until you’re overflowing with me."

"YES—AAAAHHHHH—DO IT!" she screamed, her back arching off the bed as she prepared herself to receive the next devastating wave of my seed.

The dam finally broke.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"RAAAAAAHHHH—VELORA!!!" My roar tore from my throat as the dam burst, not as a trickle, but as a volcanic eruption.

Every muscle in my body locked tight, tendons standing out like steel cables as I drove myself impossibly deep, bottoming out against her womb with enough force to make the entire bed frame shudder.

I felt my balls contract violently as they emptied every last drop of stored seed into her. It felt like my very life force was being pumped through my cock, flooding her insides with a hot, relentless torrent that seemed to never end.

"OH GOD—LEON—AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Velora’s scream was primal, echoing off the walls of the chamber.

Her body arched so violently her spine nearly snapped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she took the full force of my climax. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent cry of overwhelmed ecstasy.

She had lost—completely and utterly. The fierce commander, the proud pantherkin warrior, had been utterly defeated by the sheer power of human virility.

She was no longer a soldier, but she was a vessel, a sacred ground receiving the seed of her king.

As the seconds stretched, the sheer volume of what I was pumping into her became visible. Her lower abdomen, already soft from pleasure, began to visibly distend.

A small, unmistakable bulge formed beneath her skin... the physical evidence of her womb being stretched to its limit by the sheer quantity of my cum.

She could feel it—the heavy, warm pressure of me filling her up, claiming her space, claiming her future.

"So full..." she whimpered between ragged gasps, her eyes fluttering as she stared up at the ceiling in a trance. "I can feel you... you’re everywhere inside me... it’s so heavy... so warm..."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of throbbing pulses, I began to withdraw.

I pulled out slowly, reluctantly, wanting to savor every last second of our connection. But as my massive cock slid free from her swollen entrance, the physics of the moment took over.

The vacuum created by my withdrawal, combined with the sheer volume of fluid trapped inside her, caused her pussy to practically burst.

Splurt—squelch—splash!

A geyser of thick, white semen erupted from her, spraying across her thighs and the sheets as she squirted in a final, involuntary spasm of release.

The cream-colored flood seemed endless, spilling out of her as if she couldn’t contain the abundance I had given her.

Velora lay there, limp and broken in the most beautiful way possible. She reached down with unsteady fingers, touching the warm mess between her legs, bringing a handful to her lips.

"Darling’s cum..." she whispered, her voice thick with wonder and possessive hunger. "It’s all mine... every drop... it’s all mine."

"My babies... they’re swimming in this..."

I collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I fought to regain my breath. Sweat dripped from my brow onto the pillow.

"Phew..." I managed to rasp, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. "Let’s... let’s call it a day for now."

I turned my head to look at her, watching the way her chest rose and fell. "How was it? Can you feel it? The effects of what I just did to you?"

Velora turned her head toward me, her expression one of pure, unguarded bliss. A dazed, beautiful smile spread across her flushed face.

"It was... more than I imagined," she breathed, her eyes half-closed. "I feel... claimed. I feel full. I feel like I’m finally whole."

She reached out, her hand finding mine, squeezing it with what little strength she had left. "I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now, Leon... Thank you."

The silence that followed was heavy with contentment. The adrenaline began to fade, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion that pulled at us both.

We lay there in the aftermath of our war, tangled together in a cocoon of sweat, spent passion, and the unmistakable scent of mating.

Slowly, the darkness of the room seemed to wrap around us like a blanket, and before the first light of morning could even think of touching the horizon, we both fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.