The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 137: I’m Just a Cute Innocent Maiden Who’s Only Curious About Sex Stuff

Chapter 137: I’m Just a Cute Innocent Maiden Who’s Only Curious About Sex Stuff

His face softened, as the hard edge of lust eased; his blue-diamond eyes gentled, lips parting like he was about to speak something kind... something horrible.

Something like "Okay guys, that’s enough."

No, I don’t want that!

I’d run mad right now if my body wasn’t ravaged by Benjamin!

Oh no, what do I do?

Sh-should I cast an aphrodisiac spell on him?!

I’ve got to do something, anything, before he gives up—

"B-Benjamin... Let me make you feel good too..."

Ah, thanks be to Quuen Titania in her divine castle, or wherever she currently was!

I’m sure of it, her grace has vindicated me completely.

Miss Isabelle came to my rescue: taking off her top completely with trembling fingers, and suddenly requesting more sexual activity with him, which means I have more time to join in this time without seeming desperate or out of place.

And before he would reply to her, Claire added her voice, taking off her top too and revealing those small breasts with stiffened pink nipples that stood out sharply against her pale skin.

"I... I don’t mind..." Her voice shook as her eyes darted everywhere except directly at Benjamin. "If you’re still horny, you can touch me too, in Roselyn’s stead."

Eh?! No way!

They were cute, but I’m being left out!

Unacceptable!

"M-Me too!" I squeaked, closing my eyes shut so tightly I saw stars behind my eyelids. "uhm, I want Benjamin Mark to... to touch me too..."

Y... Yay! I did it!

I actually said it without blurting out the full truth: that I want Benjamin Mark to pin me down and change my pussy to the shape of his dick, and inseminate the hell out of me until I can’t walk straight anymore!

Now, he probably still thinks

I’d surely die if my first crush thinks I’m actually depraved.

I’d die twice if he knew, despite us meeting just a while ago, how often I imagine him holding my wrists above my head while he thrusts so deep I feel him in my stomach, or how I want him to flip me over and spank me until my ass glows red before pushing inside again and again until I scream his name and fainted!

"Hehe. Alright!" Benjamin clapped his hands once, the sound bright and cheerful in the quiet chamber. "To be honest, I also wanted to eat you all for dinner. But since we’re on the same page, I’m glad. Let’s have sex, guys!"

He was smiling... that gentle, almost childish smile that made his blue-diamond eyes crinkle at the corners.

Could it be...that he wasn’t thinking of this as a means to act on his sexual desire?

It was almost as if he was seeing this as literally eating with family and friends on the dining table.

Or playing a really perverted game with pals, like a group of friends deciding to share dessert in the most intimate way possible.

What happened in his past to make him unaggressive?

Is he actually that... innocent?

Welp, I’m not like that though.

I want to know everything about Benjamin Mark, but I also want him to strongly manhandle me.

Yes. Like squeeze my ass until his fingerprints bruise my skin, and pistol his penis into my small vagina until it starts talking in ancient Greek from how hard he’s pounding.

(Note: the author themselves admits Clay’s thoughts were too vulgar. They don’t know who she is anymore.)

And I’m sure Isabelle and Claire are also like that, depraved, even if they hide it just as I do.

...Now, it feels like we’re perverting him. Not that I care though.

***

Back to now:

Benjamin met us in the bed, and it took me my all to not jump him right then and there.

’Breathe, Clay! He mustn’t know you’re secretly a slut.’

Miss Isabelle’s wings fluttered for a single heartbeat, a soft shimmer of green and silver, then she moved forward with careful grace.

She straddled him, her knees sinking into the soft green mattress on either side of his hips, her short skirt riding up her thighs until the black panties were fully exposed again, the wet patch at the center even darker now.

We were deeper in the bed now, around the center where the mattress dipped under our combined weight.

Their kiss was very passionate and hot.

...How nice for Miss Isabelle. Gets to eat first.

She leaned down slowly, hands bracing on his shoulders, and their mouths met in a deep, open slide.

Lips parted immediately, tongues brushing first in tentative touches, then curling together in slow, wet spirals that made soft, sucking sounds fill the air between them.

Isabelle’s tongue pushed deeper, sliding along the length of his, stroking the base before retreating, allowing him to follow her back into her mouth.

Saliva gathered quickly, thick and warm strands stretching between their lips every time they pulled apart for breath, only to snap and drip down their chins when they crashed together again.

Isabelle moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them, and Benjamin answered with a low hum that made her wings flutter again.

While still kissing him, she reached for the hem of his tunic; the simple green wool gathered at the waist by a thin leather cord.

Then her fingers worked the cord loose with quick tugs, then pulled the fabric upward.

Benjamin lifted his arms to help, and the tunic came off in one smooth motion, revealing his fair and flushed chest.

His nipples were pebbled already, with the small, dark pink buds tightening into hard points on his pectorals.

Slight abs surfaced on his abdomen; those gentle ridges that flexed with every breath, skin smooth and warm-looking, flushed pink across his collarbones and down his sternum from arousal.

Soon, she and Benjamin relaxed and fell on the bed, with Benjamin’s back sinking into the soft mattress, and Miss Isabelle’s chest pressing fully on his.

Her small breasts squished against his pectorals, nipples dragging across his skin with every slow rock of her hips, leaving faint wet trails where her arousal had already soaked through her panties and onto him.

Their wet kiss continued without pause; their tongues sliding, lips sucking, saliva mixing in messy, hungry exchanges that made their breathing turn ragged and hot against each other’s mouths.

Her light green hair, tied up in neat twin buns earlier, was loosened now.

Strands slipped free with every movement until the full length flowed down her back and brushed the curve of her ass, swaying gently as she rocked above him.

A few locks clung to her damp neck and shoulders, framing her flushed face and the way her lips stayed locked to his.

I watched every second, with my thighs pressed so tightly together my clit throbbed with every heartbeat.