Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 61: Dalia

Luke was given a room to stay in for the night since, naturally, they wouldn’t be returning to their village so late.

Well, Luke might have been eager to see his mother again, but he wouldn’t take unnecessary risks by traveling through the forest at this hour.

He still felt lucky that the beast he had encountered was fairly weak. Otherwise, it would have been troublesome to fight a stronger foe while protecting someone.

’But System... you should have given me a reward for defeating those goons too,’ Luke complained as he took off his shirt and lay down on the makeshift bed.

[Host, they were far too weak to grant you any experience. Any reward for that task would have been excessive... unless the host was satisfied with something like a set of napkins.]

"What do you mean by no experience? I just gained the experience of how it feels to be overpowered in a battle. And it was quite a good feeling."

Until now, all of Luke’s battles had forced him to rely on his mind rather than simply overpowering his opponents. This time, he truly felt like a superhuman who could toy with his prey as much as he pleased.

The system didn’t respond.

Just then, the door opened from the other side.

Luke lifted his gaze and was momentarily dazed by the beauty who stepped inside.

The door creaked open, and Dalia stepped inside.

Her dark blue hair, still damp from the bath, hung in heavy, glistening strands that clung to the smooth curve of her neck and spilled over one shoulder like spilled midnight.

Tiny droplets slid slowly down the strands, catching the lamplight before disappearing into the deep valley between her breasts.

Her cheeks carried a soft, post-bath flush—warm rose against porcelain skin—that made her full lips look even more indecently red.

The simple white dress she wore was clearly chosen for comfort rather than seduction, yet it betrayed her in the worst way: thin fabric turned almost translucent in places where it pressed against still-damp skin, molding shamelessly to every sinful contour.

The fabric stretched taut across the heavy swell of her chest, outlining thick, darkened nipples that had hardened against the cooler air of the room.

Lower, it hugged the generous flare of her hips and the plump, rounded shape of her ass before clinging to the thick thighs that rubbed together faintly with each step.

Luke’s mouth went dry.

Heat surged through himas her fragrance drifted across the small space between them. His pulse hammered in his ears. The makeshift bed suddenly felt far too small, and his borrowed shirtless state far too exposed.

Dalia’s lashes lowered for a heartbeat, then lifted again, catching his stare with eyes that looked almost black in the dim light.

She closed the door softly behind her.

The click of the latch sounded impossibly loud. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

She then stepped closer to him and said, "I will clean your wound."

Her voice was low and submissive, exactly the kind he usually doesn’t expect from a female who always remains indifferent and cold.

She lowered herself beside him and took his hand in hers. Resting it over her thighs, she slowly uncovered the bandage she wrapped around it earlier.

Luke looked at her profile. Those full lips, that heavy swell of breast, the fragrance she was radiating...it had gotten him hard already.

"You do understand what you are doing right now, right?" He asked, his voice low and barely restrained.

Dalia didn’t look up, though her body tensed at those words. And that only exposed how clear she was about her approach.

"Dalia..." He called out, holding the back of her neck and making her look at him, "There is a limit to how much I could control myself. And you keep on testing those limits."

The blue-haired woman searched his eyes, her own gaze glossy and warm.

She slowly held the wrist of his other hand and guided it between her legs as she said, "Just for tonight...treat me like your mate."

Luke didn’t need to be told twice.

In one fluid motion he surged forward, broad hand splaying against the small of her back as he shoved her down onto the thin mattress.

The makeshift bed groaned under their combined weight. Dalia landed on her back with a soft gasp, dark blue hair fanning out like ink across the rough pillow, strands still clinging damply to her flushed cheeks.

He followed her down, caging her beneath him, forearms braced on either side of her head.

A moment of eye contact before their mouths crashed together—filthy, desperate, no preamble.

His tongue plunged past her parted lips, claiming her with rough, hungry strokes. She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue as she opened wider for him, submissive and eager, letting him devour her.

Luke rolled his hips, grinding the thick, iron-hard length still trapped inside his trousers directly against her core.

Even through layers of fabric he could feel her heat, the slick warmth already soaking through the thin white fabric that barely covered her.

Each slow, deliberate drag of his cock along her slit made her hips jerk upward, chasing more friction, more pressure.

He pressed harder, letting her feel every rigid inch of how badly he wanted to bury himself inside her.

"Fuck," he growled against her lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to rake his teeth along her jaw. "I have been craving for you for so long." He admitted.

Dalia whimpered, but didn’t hesitate in responding, "Aiming for your brother’s mate...how unruly could you be?"

She then moaned in his embrace, pressing herself against him before muttering, "But I can’t deny it anymore...I need you too..."

He didn’t ask permission.

Fingers curled into the neckline of her dress—already half-transparent, and ruined—and he tore.

The fabric gave with a sharp rip, splitting down the front in one violent motion. Cool air kissed her bare skin as her heavy breasts spilled free, full and flushed, nipples dark and stiff from arousal and the earlier chill.

No taping at all. Just smooth, glistening skin and the slick, swollen lips of her pussy already shining with want.

Luke dipped his head and latched onto one thick nipple, sucking hard. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch off the bed with a choked cry. Her toes curled, eyes rolling back at the sensation.

J-Just why can he make her feel this way?

He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same rough attention while his hand slid down her trembling stomach.

He found her soaked, folds slippery and hot under his fingers.

Two thick digits parted her, stroking along her slit before circling her clit with slow, firm pressure. Dalia’s hips bucked, a broken moan tearing from her throat.

"Nngh...Luke...you are...hasty...ah...don’t stop!" She hugged his head and parted her legs even more to give him better access.

Luke lifted his head from her breast, lips wet and swollen, and dragged his tongue up the column of her throat tasting salt and sweet and pure need.

He bit lightly under her jaw as his fingers kept working her, strumming faster now, slick circles over her clit, then dipping just inside her entrance before sliding back up.

"You’re so fucking wet," he rasped against her skin. "This pussy’s been aching for cock all day, hasn’t it?"

Dalia could only nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. Her thighs shook, breath coming in short, desperate pants.

He pressed harder, rubbed faster—relentless little strokes right over that swollen bud until her whole body locked up.

Her back bowed off the mattress, a raw, keening cry ripping from her as she came. Hard. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing, slick gushing over his fingers, coating his hand as she shuddered through the sharp, overwhelming waves.

Luke didn’t stop touching her until the last tremor faded, until she was limp and panting beneath him, dark blue hair plastered to her sweat-damp forehead, eyes glassy and unfocused.

He leaned down, brushing a surprisingly gentle kiss across her parted lips.

"That was just the start," he murmured, voice thick with hunger. "I’m nowhere near done with you tonight, mate."