Orgasm system: These beastwomen must moan!

Chapter 15: Following

Stefan’s POV

The warrior stood up, dusted off her knee, and walked away without a single word. Not a glance back, not even a nod.

I pressed my lips together, staring after her.

"Sure," I muttered.

"No, don’t mention it. Anytime. Really." I added loudly, ensuring she heard me. However she didn’t spare me a glance.

I scoffed then I stopped up. I picked up the water pot, because at least it gave me something to do with my hands, and drifted back toward the edge of the training ground.

The warriors were still going at it - jumping, sparring, lifting things that would’ve hospitalized most men I knew back on Earth and I found myself stopping every few seconds to stare.

"Jesus, these women are something else." I bit a part of my lower lip, not completely out of lust.

Yeah, I admitted there was a bit of lust in it, but the bigger part was admiration.

Every single one of the women moved like their bodies had been specifically designed to make a man lose his mind. Thick thighs eating up the ground with every stride. Arms built like rope, smooth and powerful. Curves everywhere, none of it soft in the weak sense, all of it full and firm and entirely too distracting for a man trying to hold a twenty-AP no-climax streak together before noon.

I watched them for longer than was smart, then kept walking.

Shortly, a trumpet blast ripped through the air without warning, and just like that, the exercise was over. The warriors filed away in organized lines, their weapons were shouldered, their voices dropping to low conversation as they disbanded, and within minutes the clearing had emptied out completely.

I stood there with my water pot and absolutely nowhere to be.

"I can’t stay here like this." I swallowed.

Staying visible probably wasn’t smart when I had no assigned task and there was a General who already wanted me punished somewhere on these grounds.

I spotted a tree at the far edge of the clearing, thick enough to sit behind without being immediately obvious, and made my way over. I set the water pot down, lowered myself against the bark, and for the first time since landing on this planet, I just sat.

No countdown pressing me. No mission buzzing in my ear. No woman about to either seduce me or flatten me into the dirt.

Just me, a tree, and the strange, hollow quiet of a morning I hadn’t earned.

My mind wandered back to Earth without my permission, the way it always did when things got too quiet.

"My penthouse..." The view of the luxury building, the particular smell of my own sheets, Egyptian cotton, the kind that cost more per metre than most people spent on furniture. The women who used to leave before sunrise so I didn’t have to ask them to, everything came rushing back.

I wondered if any of them even knew I was gone yet. Whether my phone was still ringing somewhere in a penthouse nobody had cleared out yet, unanswered calls stacking up from people who thought I’d just gone quiet.

Whether anyone actually missed me.

Probably not the way I deserved, I thought, and almost laughed at myself for caring.

"Focus," I muttered, shaking it off. "Fifty push-ups. That’s what you need to be thinking about. Push-ups and-"

Before I could continue, something grabbed me hard from behind.

"Oi-!"

I yelped before I could stop myself, the sound embarrassingly high-pitched, and was dragged to my feet and out into the open in one rough motion before I’d even turned around to see who had me.

A warrior. Young, unimpressed, gripping my arm like she had done this a hundred times.

She didn’t speak. She just marched me forward.

"Yeah, thanks babe." I said sarcastically.

I was dragged through the camp and hauled into a wide open space near the center where the ground had been cleared flat, the kind of space used for announcements or, apparently, rounding up slaves who had tried to disappear behind trees.

Three other men were already kneeling in the dirt when I arrived. They bowed their heads, their shoulders curved inward, trembling in a way that told me they knew exactly what was coming.

The warrior shoved me down beside them and stepped back.

I didn’t kneel. I crouched instead, which felt like a small enough difference to get away with.

Standing in front of us was a woman I hadn’t seen before - or at least hadn’t been properly introduced to.

She was the second in command to the General. I could tell without being told, the same way you could tell the most dangerous person in a room back on Earth without needing a name tag. She wasn’t performing authority the way Wildrose did, all raised voice and axe and fury.

This woman wore it quietly, the kind of calm that made everything around it feel slightly nervous by comparison. Even her anger, which was clearly present if you knew how to look for it, sat behind her eyes like something measured rather than volatile.

She was gorgeous too. Of course she was. This planet didn’t seem to produce anything else.

When she opened her mouth, the words came out completely level - no shout, no raised pitch and every single one of the three kneeling men in front of me flinched like she’d cracked a whip.

"Tell me what you were doing," she said, looking at each of them in turn, "instead of your assigned duties."

Nobody answered. The trembling got worse.

"Since you prefer silence," she continued, same even tone, "you can explain yourselves in the punishment tent. Warriors!"

She had hardly landed when movement erupted at the edge of the clearing. A figure stepped forward, leaned in close to the second in command’s ear and began speaking in a voice too low for me to catch.

I squinted.

"Uhm..."

It was her. The warrior I’d helped with the thorns, standing there without her usual stone-faced blankness, saying something quick and quiet.

The second in command didn’t react visibly. Just turned her head and looked at me.

She didn’t say anything for a moment. Just looked, with that same measured, unhurried calm, like she was reading something written on my forehead that I hadn’t known was there.

"Take the others to the punishment tent," she said finally, to the warriors flanking us.

Then, to me: "You, follow me."

The other three slaves were hauled to their feet and marched off in the opposite direction, still trembling.

I stood, brushed the dirt off my slave cloth, and followed her, wondering with every step exactly what I was walking into now.