Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 42: Choose to betray

Intentions were there but not the luck.

Just as Dalia rose on her feet, intending to lay down, still too dazed in heat, they heard a knock on the door; or more like a push from the other side.

"Dalia?" A familiar voice came from the other side.

The blue-haired woman panicked. Her bare breasts were covered with the seed of Luke. And a man other than her mate was standing there with his mahood out in the open.

There was no doubt that if Lex stepped inside now, it would be a disaster.

She knew if she didn’t answer, he would push the door and it would open with another jerk so she hurriedly approached the door and pulled it open slightly.

Sticking her head out, she found her mate standing there with a confused look, "What are you doing? Let me in-"

"N-No, wait!" Dalia stopped him, raising her left hand while her right hand kept holding the door so he didn’t enter the room.

Lex tilted his head, "But why? Are you not feeling well?"

Dalia nodded, "Yes...and I am in the middle of a session with Luke, you see."

Lex’s eyes sharpened, "Then why can’t you let me in?"

Dalia was about to respond when suddenly she felt her lower lips suddenly getting licked.

She froze for a brief moment, her heart thumping against her chest.

"Dalia?" Lex called out.

The woman’s fingers tightly clung to the doorframe as she said, "I-It’s nothing...just Luke doesn’t like anyone watching the treatment or he would stop healing me." She lied. She had to. After all, just behind the door, her mate’s brother was sucking on her sex!

Lex frowned, his voice softening with genuine concern. "I just... I worry about you, Dalia. You’ve been trusting him way too much. If something’s wrong, you can tell me. Let me help."

Dalia pressed her forehead against the edge of the door, thighs trembling as Luke’s tongue dragged slow, deliberate circles over her swollen nub.

He lapped at her drenched folds like a man starved, the wet sounds barely muffled by her clamped thighs.

One of his hands gripped her hip to keep her steady while the other lazily stroked his still-hard cock, slick from earlier release.

"I-I’m fine," she managed, voice cracking on the last word. A sharp jolt shot through her when he sucked her clit between his lips, and she bit her own to trap the whimper. "Really. Just... trust me, Lex. This is helping."

Lex shifted his weight, clearly unconvinced. "You sound strange. Are you sure he isn’t pushing you too hard? I know he’s my brother, but if he’s making you uncomfortable—"

"N-No!" The word came out too fast, too loud. Luke chose that exact moment to thrust his tongue inside her, fucking her shallowly while his thumb rubbed firm circles over her clit. Her knees nearly buckled.

She clamped her free hand over her mouth for a second, breathing hard through her nose. "He’s not... he’s not pushing. I need this. Please, just... give me a little more time."

There was a long pause on the other side. Lex’s voice dropped lower, almost hesitant. "You’d tell me if anything felt wrong, right? I don’t like leaving you like this."

Dalia’s eyes fluttered shut as Luke growled softly against her pussy, the vibration ripping another stifled moan from her throat. She forced it into a shaky hum. "Y-Yes. I promise. I just... I need to finish the session. I’ll come find you after. Soon."

Lex exhaled heavily. "Alright. But I’m waiting right outside. If you need me, shout. I mean it."

She could only nod, throat too tight to speak properly. The moment she heard his footsteps retreat a few paces down the hall, Luke pulled her clit back between his lips and sucked hard.

Dalia’s head fell forward against the wood, a broken whimper finally escaping as her hips rocked involuntarily against his hungry mouth. Her fingers dug into the doorframe so hard her knuckles turned white, every nerve screaming while she fought to stay quiet.

Luke’s hand sped up on his cock, the lewd, wet sounds of him jerking himself mixing with the filthy rhythm of his tongue devouring her.

He was relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge she could barely hold back from.

Then, he rose to his feet and closed the door shut.

His heated cock pressed against her pussy, sliding up and down in filthy strokes, making her know his intentions.

Dalia’s eyes widened at the realisation that the male was hinting

Her instincts told her that Luke was looking at her like a mate. He was ready to take her, claim her right now.

His cock slithered way through her rose petals, briefly brushing against her hard nub.

Her arms wrapped her thick waist, pulling her closer until his face was pressed against the back of her head.

"Nngh...Luke..." She whimpered, eyes glassy, her hips rocking in response, and the walls of her pussy fluttering at the sensation

She has never experienced anything like this. It was as if this side of hers had been sleeping until now and only Luke awakened it by exploring her body in a way no one else did.

Luke continued to rub his manhood against her, his voice hungry as he whispered, "What do you say, Dalia? Want to betray your mate for some quick fun? I promise you won’t bear my child with this but the pleasure you would receive...I promise you won’t forget that for the rest of your life."

He touched her swollen lips, making her moan slightly before bringing it to her eye level, "See this? You are so fucking wet...this only shows how much your body craves a man’s attention."

Dalia was severely conflicted. She couldn’t deny it...the idea of something so big and hard entering her sounded tempting. She knew it would make her mind go numb and the deep craving she had been holding would finally be fulfilled.

But, "No...we can’t cross this boundary...I can’t betray my mate any further."

Luke hummed in surprise since he was not expecting her to back out.

Despite the heat, he suddenly let her go, surprising Dalia.

She turned and saw him wearing his clothes which urge her to ask, "Where are you going? You haven’t finished your job."

Luke shrugged, "I am no longer treating you. Now, unless you are prepared for a little betrayal, don’t ask me to come to your room."

Once he wore his pants, he drew closer to her and whispered dangerously, "Now, it’s up to you. Live under the constant hunger for pleasure or surrender before me. You have only three days to decide."

Leaving those words behind, he left the room.