Orgasm system: These beastwomen must moan!

Chapter 6: Massage

Stefan’s POV

I stared down at the wooden plate, and for the first time since waking up in this world, food didn’t sound appealing at all.

I pushed it away, annoyed, my appetite gone along with whatever good mood the meal had given me. I stood instead, pacing the small space of Jonquil’s tent, taking in the same details I’d half-noticed before and found myself thinking about my penthouse.

"The view from the fortieth floor... How I miss the serenity." I blinked sullenly.

My mind wandered further to the women who used to show up uninvited just because they wanted to be near money and a face like mine.

I wondered what had happened to all of it now that I was dead. Whether anyone had even noticed I was gone, or whether the world had just swallowed the gap I had left behind and kept moving.

I missed all of it. The penthouse, my phone, the easy, lazy luxury of being wanted without having to work this hard for it.

I drifted toward the tent entrance and peered out, just to have something else to look at besides my own self-pity.

Warriors had gathered in the open ground outside, dozens of them, and at the center stood a woman taller than the rest, carrying herself with a kind of magnetic authority that made the others gather around her without needing to be told to.

Her dress - barely qualified as one; a strip of fabric doing its best to contain large breasts that spilled generously over the top, long legs bare beneath a skirt that amounted to little more than a wrapped scrap of cloth.

"21st century babes on earth got nothing on these women here... At all!" A small smile curved my lips despite myself.

I couldn’t tear my gaze of the woman. She held up a massive axe, demonstrating something to the gathered women, turning the weight of it slowly in one hand like it weighed nothing.

"Damnnnn!" I cussed under my breath as I concluded that whatever planet built women like this clearly hadn’t bothered consulting Earth’s standards first.

I sat back down on the only wooden chair in the tent once the demonstration ended and the crowd dispersed, no closer to understanding what any of it had actually been for.

I missed my phone. I missed scrolling through nothing for hours. I missed every single small, stupid comfort I’d never once appreciated while I had it.

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After a few hours - or maybe less, I couldn’t say as I didn’t have anything to check clock here, but there was one certainty, I had been waiting for too long and I was bored, Jonquil finally returned.

Her skin was slick with sweat and her chest heaved up and down as she breathed hard from whatever training had kept her out there all this time.

She glanced at me still sitting in the same spot and said nothing about it, like my presence in her tent had already become unremarkable.

Since I had been bored long enough that I was halfway to losing my mind, I didn’t wait to reconsider the idea that just formed in my head as I laid my eyes on the woman.

I stood and walked over, keeping my voice low, gentle, stripped of any of the cockiness I usually wrapped around everything I said.

"What I did earlier - easing your pain... that was nothing. A small thing. I could show you something much bigger than that. Real pleasure." I told her, my gaze holding hers.

She frowned slightly, considering the word like she was turning it over for a hidden meaning. "Pleasure? Like conquering in war? More slaves taken?"

"Those are what you consider pleasure? Oh, my!" I chuckled in disbelief but the frown on her face told me she was serious.

"Okay, no. Something bigger than that." I told her.

"What is bigger than that?"

"You’ll only know if I show you."

At my response, her eyes narrowed on me for a long moment, suspicion and curiosity warring somewhere behind them.

"How would you show me?"

"We could start in the bathroom." I told her sharply.

Her brow furrowed. "You wish to serve me there? Fetch my water?"

I rolled my eyes at her cluelessness but continued nevertheless. I could manage inexperienced women too.

"More than that." I said.

She considered it, then finally gave a short nod. "Come with me."

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The bathroom turned out to be little more than a separate section of the tent, a massive clay pot sunk into the ground serving as her bath.

Jonquil undressed without hesitation, without a single flicker of shame.

"Oh Lord, help me." I mumbled under my breath as I took in the juicy show before me. Her large, dark nipples stood at alert and her vjay was as clean as Wildrose’s.

Not wasting any time, Jonquil stepped into the water and I in turn, knelt at the edge, given full access to her from the shoulders up.

I started simple - pouring water over her shoulders, her neck, letting her relax into something she clearly never let herself feel before.

That lasted for a few minutes because I was barely holding myself together.

When she finally rose from the water, I had her lie back on a stretch of animal skin laid out on the ground, and I bought the massage oil from the shop, warming a little between my palms before I started working it into her skin.

I poured a fresh amount into my palms and rubbed them together to spread the warmth through it, then started on her shoulders.

"Just relax," I told her in a very low voice. "I’ve got you."

I worked my way down slowly, taking my time on her arms, her sides, letting her body settle deeper into the animal skin beneath her with every pass of my hands. Then I moved to her breasts.

God, they were perfect. Full, heavy, filling my palms completely as I cupped them, the oil making her skin slick and warm under my fingers. I squeezed gently, feeling the weight of them shift, watching her chest rise and fall a little faster already.

"Feels good?" I murmured, not really expecting an answer. She didn’t give me one. Her breathing answered for her.

I circled my thumbs slowly inward, closing in on her nipples, drawing it out, making her wait for it the same way I’d have made any woman wait back on Earth. When I finally brushed over them, they were already hard, peaked tight under my fingers, and I rolled them slow between thumb and forefinger.

The sound that ripped out of her was less a moan and more a war cry, loud and raw, like something had been let loose in her chest that she didn’t have a name for.

"That’s it. Let it out, darling." I said, smirking despite the ache building behind my own ribs.

I kept working her nipples, rolling, pinching just enough to sting, then soothing it right after with slow circles. Her hips shifted on the animal skin beneath her, restless, looking for something to push against.

My cock stood furious and aching beneath the damned cloth at my waist, two days of denial screaming at me all at once. I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached down and pulled the front of the gown up, freeing myself, my cock springing up hard and angry, the tip already wet with precum.

"Look what you’re doing to me," I muttered, half to her, half to myself.

Then I took her hand and guided it down, pressing her palm flat against bare skin this time, no cloth between us anymore.

The second her fingers wrapped around me, I hissed through my teeth, my head dropping back. Her grip was firm, unpracticed, completely unlike anything I’d felt before and somehow that made it worse. It made my hips twitch forward into her hand on instinct alone.

"Fuck," I breathed out, barely able to get the word together.

"What are you doing?" she breathed, her eyes still closed.

"Let me show you." I said in a husky voice.

I started guiding her hand, slow, showing her the motion, my own breath catching hard at just the pressure of her grip alone, my cock throbbing in her palm like it had been waiting two days exactly for this.

But the heavenly feeling lasted barely a minute...

"Jonquil!" A voice shouted from the tent.

Her eyes snapped open. My cock hissed.