Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

Chapter 93: Your Wish Is My Command

Silas’s tail twitched with anticipation as he stepped up behind Mirabelle.

"I am going to mate you now."

The words echoed through the forest like the decree of a god.

For a moment, even the night seemed to fall silent. Only the distant chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves high above remained.

Every shadow turned toward him.

Trembling with anticipation.

A pleasant ache unfurled inside Mirabelle.

Her core tightened almost painfully.

She swallowed.

The urge to lift her head and look at the Beastman grew stronger with every passing second. But he had told her not to move.

And for this once, she wanted to obey.

The ancient forest surrounded them. Gnarled roots disappeared beneath carpets of moss that glowed faintly blue beneath the moonlight.

Above them, the moon still hung low over the horizon, its silver-blue light filtering through the canopy in scattered beams.

His hands settled on her hips.

Because of the way she was positioned, with her backside pushed back toward him, his fingers brushed her stomach and thighs.

The tension in her chest climbed higher and higher. Then she felt something hot and pulsing at her entrance.

Everything inside her tightened again.

Slowly, Silas pressed against her.

A cool breeze stirred the leaves overhead.

Somewhere deeper in the forest, the owl called again. The sound felt strangely distant. As though the rest of the world existed far away from this small clearing.

She was already wet. Even so, it wasn’t easy at first.

She felt the pressure increase.

Felt her body opening for him.

At the same time, it was almost as if she were being stretched right to the edge of pain. The perfect point between discomfort and pleasure.

A sensation that only intensified the desire flooding through her.

Mirabelle tried to relax. That was difficult when so many conflicting emotions were racing through her veins.

But Silas didn’t stop.

Nor did he change his pace.

Slowly.

Steadily.

He continued moving forward.

The rough bark beneath her fingertips, the soft moss beneath her feet, the cool night air against her skin — everything felt sharper than usual.

More vivid.

As though every one of her senses had been awakened.

Silas felt impossibly hot to her.

At the same time, Silas found Mirabelle impossibly warm.

He felt her moving around him.

Felt her muscles contracting.

Felt the way her body welcomed him.

The scent of vanilla and cinnamon wrapped around him completely. Beneath it lingered the fragrance of wildflowers and damp earth.

His fingers dug deeper into her skin.

Mirabelle was grateful he was holding her.

Grateful the shadows steadied her legs and supported her arms. Otherwise, she was fairly certain her knees would have given out by now.

Because Silas moved so slowly, she had time to process every sensation consciously.

Her body began trembling uncontrollably.

Above them, moonlight shimmered across the leaves. The shadows beneath the trees shifted and swayed with every movement of the wind. Time stretched.

Then he was fully inside her.

His hips pressed firmly against her backside.

Her tail wrapped around his neck and held him there for a brief moment.

He understood.

Had Silas moved again right then, Mirabelle was fairly certain she would have exploded.

She drew in a deep breath. The movement made her body tighten around him, and suddenly he felt even larger.

Cool night air mixed with the scents of sweat, desire, pine needles, damp moss, and flowering undergrowth as it flowed into her lungs.

A deep moan escaped Mirabelle.

And with every subsequent thrust, another followed.

Her fingers searched desperately for something to hold onto. She grabbed at the shadows twisting between them, and to her surprise, they allowed it.

Silas enjoyed every second.

He moved deliberately.

Slowly.

Whenever he withdrew, her nerves tingled. The brief sensation of separation brought both relief and an almost unbearable longing.

Then he would thrust back into her.

The delicious stretch returned. Until he brushed against that one particular spot that made her toes curl.

For a while, they simply lost themselves in the feeling of each other.

Above them, leaves rustled softly in the night breeze. Moonlight filtered through the ancient canopy in scattered shafts of silver-blue light.

The moss beneath their feet started to glowed faintly, illuminating clusters of tiny white flowers that looked like fallen stars scattered across the forest floor.

But eventually the feeling wasn’t enough for the lynx female.

"More," she moaned. Her hot breath vanished into the cooling night air.

The panther grinned wolfishly.

His expression suggested he had heard her.

His movements suggested otherwise.

Mirabelle’s body craved friction.

Tension.

Release.

"Give me more." Now her voice sounded almost pleading.

"Say please."

She could hear the smile in his voice.

Self-satisfied.

Dominant.

"Please..."

The shadows around them twitched and swayed. They whispered in voices that could not be heard. Spoke a ritual no living being remembered.

Far above, a branch creaked.

Somewhere deeper in the forest, an owl called once before silence reclaimed the night.

The panther image had almost closed its eyes, observing the scene with apparent disinterest. Only its ears betrayed the tension beneath that calm facade.

"Silas, please give me more!"

Mirabelle’s cry shattered the night.

Several sleeping birds erupted from a nearby tree in a flutter of wings.

"Your wish is my command."

This time he increased his pace.

Carefully controlled.

His hips struck against her backside, and the rhythm steadily accelerated.

The sound of their bodys connecting blended with the whispering leaves and the distant chorus of insects.

Mirabelle could practically see herself being launched toward an orgasm.

Her entire body burned.

Prickled.

Ached.

The intoxicating mixture was so overwhelming she felt as though she might leave her body entirely.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

Every breath tasted of pine, damp earth, and the wild scent of the forest surrounding them.

Everything inside her tightened around his cock, desperately trying to hold on.

She was slipping closer and closer to the edge.

Her moans became deeper.

Throatier.

More animalistic.

Completely uncontrolled.

And then—

Just as she began to fall...

Silas’s claws dug into her hips.

He forced both of them to stop.

Mirabelle’s body jerked in protest.

She had been so close.

But without that final push, the release never came.

As her thoughts slowly untangled, her tail twitched in confusion.

Her brows drew together. Trying to understand what had just happened.

"What?"

She genuinely didn’t understand.

Silas withdrew from her, and her entire body cried out in protest. It wanted relief.

Cold air immediately rushed into the space he left behind.

The sudden absence felt almost painful.

The next moment, the shadows retreated. Mirabelle had been relying on them to remain upright. Without their support, the ground rushed toward her.

But Silas was already there.

One arm wrapped around her waist.

The other settled between her breasts.

He steadied her and turned her toward him.

For the first time, Mirabelle saw the panther Beastman completely naked beneath the moonlight.

His skin shimmered with a faint blue glow.

As the night deepened, it almost seemed to take on hints of violet.

The low moon hung between the branches behind him, framing him in silver-blue light.

Yet Mirabelle barely noticed any of it. Her attention was captured entirely by his eyes.

His golden irises glowed from within, as though someone had lit a lantern behind them.

The Beastman studied the flushed face of his female.

A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin, tiny droplets reflecting the moonlight across her cheeks and forehead. Her full lips remained parted as she greedily drew in air.

Her eyes looked suspiciously damp.

"I won’t let you come if I can’t watch you do it."

Then he kissed her. Desire rose inside her once more, hot and relentless as magma.

At the same time, he moved her backward against the tree. His hot, pulsing cock pressed against her stomach, and she became aware of her own arousal coating him.

When her back touched the bark, she felt the familiar cushion of shadows protecting her skin. freeweɓnovel.cøm

The rough texture of the ancient trunk pressed against the darkness supporting her.

His hands slipped beneath her backside.

Without any visible effort, he lifted her up the trunk until she was positioned at exactly the right height for his throbbing cock.

With a deep, masculine groan, he thrust into her again. The sound sent a shiver of arousal racing across Mirabelle’s skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Automatically, her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles locking together behind his back. Her arms slipped around his neck.

As naturally as breathing, one hand found its way into his soft hair and held on.

The connection between them deepened until it felt as though there was no longer a clear boundary between where she ended and he began.

This time, Silas didn’t hold back.

From the very first movement, he set a demanding rhythm.

Every thrust was accompanied by a low groan from him, and Mirabelle’s eyes rolled back from the effect those sounds had on her.

The steady rhythm drove her higher and higher until stars burst behind her eyes.