CHAPTER 573: CHAPTER 573 - THE NEXT BEASTMAN HUSBAND (PART 3)

Once he was on top though, just as expected with how curious and naive he was in these things, he explored my body thoroughly with his hands, mouth and his tongue, trying to copy how I explored his body earlier. He made sure to take note of which places I was sensitive or which ones I enjoyed the most and it was evident with how he checks on my reaction by looking up at my face every once in a while or how he asks for my opinion about how he is doing directly.

It turned out to be more like a one-on-one sex education class when he started moving rather than him trying to do some foreplay to get me in the mood. I don’t mind the novelty of the experience since nobody else would teach him this stuff but me anyways. I will gladly help my husbands by telling them how to make me happy in bed. In the long run, wouldn’t I be the one benefitting it too if they do things well in that area?

It seems that pleasing their partners was heavily ingrained into the heads of all male beastmen from a young age. It was their only weapon to keep their status in the household and not be kicked out. The competition for having a wife and being kept by one has always been a competition no matter race it was.

It is not like it is bad and it is also not the first time I heard about it. It was just that I realized that it was much more obvious in the cases of beastmen. They seemed to be more desperate to have a place in their wives hearts as well as having stronger instincts to have and protect their offspring even if it means death or lifelong suffering. In a sense, other races are a bit more heartless since men are known to give away their children to orphanages or even try to kill the child while they are in the womb. In a sense, beastmen even forage or hunt even while they are pregnant just so that they can survive the pregnancy even though it means only the child will live after all the sacrifices.

After he had his fill of exploring, the heat in his body surged again as I saw him shiver and slump weakly on top of me, his eyes tightly closed as if he was in pain. He kept on grunting and whining while he tried to rub himself on my body as if searching for some sort of relief.

I hugged Artak and gave a kiss on his forehead which relaxed his furrowed eyebrows a bit. I remember reading in some book in my palace’s study room that when a man is in heat, they are also in a bit of pain but whenever their partner provides them some form of intimacy, maybe a hug, a kiss or even just a touch, it eases the heat and the pain.

I hugged him tight and rolled us together so that I will be on top of him instead. His eyelashes flattered as his eyes half-opened. His face was flushed but his gaze was intense in a way that he is telling me that he wants me so badly and right now.

I leaned on his neck, giving it some soft kissed then whispered, "Are you ready for the next step? I just want you to know that we are not stopping till I say so."

His hands snaked around my waist, hugging me tighter. He buried his face on the crook of my neck and murmured, "From the time you saved, I have always been ready to give every bit of me even the rest of my life to you."

I couldn’t help but pause as I heard his statement. I couldn’t help but remember the first time we met in that dark and musky cave. His eyes that were devoid of hope and his body that was obviously on its last straw.

I responded a simple instruction, "Look at me" and he released his hug for a bit to meet my gaze. I gave give him a few chaste kisses to tease him.

Each kiss seemed to make his breath hitch, his head leaning forward to try to make it last a little longer but failing each time making him grunt in frustration. Eventually he could not take anymore and complained why I am torturing him like that.

I chuckled at his frustration but eventually gave him the longer kiss that he wanted. I was trying to be as gentle with him as possible. I still remember the horrors I have seen in that damn village created by the leaders of Lyartaim and the last thing I want is to give him another trauma.

Just as he was distracted from the kiss, I grabbed on his shaft and positioned it near my honeypot. The sudden touch made him flinch and groan.

As the tip slid in, I felt Artak’s body shiver and heat up just a notch higher. I paused the kiss to check on his reaction and I was stunned. This is the first time I saw him make a dazed, seductive and obviously high on pleasure face that I would never unsee in this life. If he enjoys being with me this much, I might just spoil this guy whenever I can.

Seeing that he is not hurt, I slowly slid his shaft in a bit more until it was half way in. Artak’s breathing started to get faster and his eyes turned a bit teary. I couldn’t help but pause and ask him, "Are you crying? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Artak looked into my eyes and then shook his head slowly. He replied with a husky and aroused voice as he said, "I’m just happy to be yours."

I never thought this old leopard is a smooth talker. He already made that very smooth statement earlier when I asked him if he was ready. Now, he is dropping such a cheesy line on me but I can’t deny that it is working on me.

I smirked naughtily and replied, "Well, you should be. Now, have my babies would you?" Artak’s eyes widened and he absent-mindedly nodded his head as he uttered a word very softly but I heard it clearly. He just said, "Gladly".

With that, I moved my hips, sliding him inside me up to the hilt. With the sudden pleasurable sensation, Artak’s eyes went back to that dazed state as a long moan escaped his lips that were left slightly opened due to surprise. I didn’t wait for him to recover and immediately started moving my hips so I could caress his hard shaft, starting with a deliberately slow pace to ease him into the deed.

A few minutes into the gruellingly slow pace of movement, frustration was already visible in Artak’s face as he begged for me to move faster. I guess his unconditional subservience extends to this that he would not dare move his hips to increase the pace without my permission. It was amusing and is totally feeding my dominant nature.

I eventually gave him what he wanted and gradually increased the speed of my hips. I enjoyed watching his intoxicated face so I experimented a bit with the speed, depth and even the angles to see if he preferred one in particular. Every flinch of his body, every sound that he made told me what I needed to know.

After a few minutes, Artak started squirming as if he was uncomfortable with something. He tried to grab my hips obviously to slow down but I grabbed his wrists first to keep it on the sides of his head. He looked at me with pleading eyes as he whined, "Wait... Please... Slow- down a bit..."

I can feel his shaft twitching uncontrollably, indicating that he was about to reach his first climax with me. I stared at his face that is now making different reactions due to him reaching the edge. He started mumbling incoherent words as he was about to reach his peak.

Just as his body stiffened to prepare for a release, I have also released the essences that I have been holding up since I want his first time to be special. Our essences meld in an almost magical manner then it settled inside his womb forming a cluster of small orbs of light, a total of four.

I immediately felt the connection as my cute little leopard babies formed. For some reason, I can immediately confirm their genders at birth. Following the peculiarity of this world where females are rarer, there is one female and 3 male cubs inside. Their orbs are still small and flickering at times, indicating they are still weak.

While Artak is still overwhelmed by the sensations of his first climax, I hurriedly enveloped the cubs with a sturdy barrier I always used to protect my babies when I am being intimate with their fathers. I fed them a bit more of my essences through the connection I have with Artak since his thing is still inside.

Artak shivered at the sudden heat entering his body again and he looked at me in confusion. Before he can ask, I started moving my hips again. This has successfully distracted him as he gasped. He did not complain though as if he enjoyed the mix of pain and pleasure of being stroked right after his climax. I definitely met another masochist!

Since he liked it that much, I decided not to stop even when he climaxes. His grunts and moans increased the more times he released and with no rests in between. He even started passing out after the sixth release but he would eventually wake up with me still humping him of course. I initially planned to only do it with him for like two hours (24 hours inside the room) but ended up doing it for four (48 hours) since I liked his reactions so much.