The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 186: Am I Dying Now?

Ara?! Is Sys worried about little old me?!

[N-Not in that manner! I believe Master has no idea how it feels like to be in a woman’s perspective in copulation.]

[Leave out the formalities! Vaelora won’t suffer alone!]

{Very well. I will cease to warn Master any further. Initiating [Magic Nexus] + [Beast Demigod] alongside [Soul Link] for higher chance of success... Linking the individual Vaelora with Master’s soul... Complete!}

...Huh...?

The instant the connection snapped into place, a burning stretch between my legs—the sharp, tearing ache of forcing my way into Vaelora’s untouched pussy—suddenly felt distant, and nearly secondary.

A memory that wasn’t mine crashed through my mind like a tidal wave, shoving itself into every corner of my awareness whether I wanted it or not.

I saw Titania weeping, but not the soft, vulnerable tears I’d just witnessed.

This was something feral; her sclera was violet and glowing an unnatural, violent purple, eyes blazing with unchecked rage as silver tears streamed down her face.

I saw two tall, voluptuous women who looked exactly like Tera and Tesa being ruthlessly beaten, slammed against stone walls, bodies crumpling under blows that cracked bone and split skin.

I saw entire villages of primeval-looking people—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in rough hides and furs—sprawled dead in their stone-built homes and straw-thatched huts, blood pooling on dirt floors, limbs twisted at unnatural angles.

The scale was apocalyptic: smoke rising from burning roofs, screams echoing in the distance, and the ground itself trembling as if the world was ending.

It was possibly the most iconic, defining moment of Vaelora’s existence, I realized; like the glimpse I’d gotten of Kuzunoha’s past when we’d connected before.

Probably the author would dump more context in a bonus Chapter someday, but right now it hit like a freight train.

With the way Vaelora was staring up at me, her big pink eyes wide and shimmering, lashes glistening as if wet, I could tell she knew I’d done something.

Spirits were sensitive to soul-links like this. She felt the echo of her own memory rippling through me.

"M... Master, did you...?"

"Shhhh!" I hushed her gently, pressing a finger to her plush lips before leaning down to press my mouth over her lips shortly. "I won’t let you go through this on your own."

"Master..." Her features softened instantly.

A small, trembling smile crept across her face; sweet and grateful, heartbreaking in its purity.

...Damn... It hurt. Like actual hell. It hurt so bad.

Were this really what girls faced when it happened?

I was still using my penis to stretch her insides—slow and careful thrusts that forced her tight walls to yield—but now it felt like I was stabbing myself with jagged shards of broken glass.

Every inch of penetration sent white-hot spikes radiating from my groin, up my spine, into my skull.

The friction burned as the stretch tore, the pressure built like something was ripping me open from the inside.

And yet... on top of that agony was this taboo, forbidden pleasure.

The kind that made my hips want to keep moving despite the pain.

Because the hurt itself was twisting into something addictive, something darkly euphoric that had me gritting my teeth and groaning low in my throat.

"I can feel Master’s pleasure too... I’m so happy..."

I’d really like her to keep her voice down so we wouldn’t wake the sleeping Titania curled up on the far side of the bed, silver hair fanned across the pillow, small chest rising and falling in exhausted motion.

She might demand I do the same soul-link trick for her, and I wasn’t sure my sanity could handle doubling the female-perspective overload right now.

And then, as suddenly as it had slammed into me, the pain began to fade.

Not gradually but abruptly, like someone flipped a switch.

One second I was gritting through glass-shard agony; the next, only paralyzing, overwhelming pleasure remained. Every nerve ending lit up like fireworks.

The sweet warmth of Vaelora’s pussy wrapped around me felt impossibly good; her soft walls clenching and rippling, sucking at my dick every time I pulled back, fluttering desperately when I thrust in again.

She was gripping me so hard now it almost hurt in the best way, inner muscles spasming like they were trying to keep me buried forever.

After a few more minutes of that slow, deep movement, I eased out of her gently, ignoring her soft whimper of protest.

I turned her over onto her stomach, guiding her hips up so her ass lifted; her soft, round cheeks jiggling slightly as she settled on her knees and elbows.

I lined up from behind and sank back in with one smooth glide, feeling her gasp and arch as I filled her completely again.

I slapped my hips forward, harder now, skin meeting skin in wet, flowing smacks that made her ass ripple with every impact.

The mattress wobbled and bounced beneath us, springs creaking in protest as I fucked her from behind, hands gripping her narrow waist, thumbs digging into the dimples above her cheeks.

Her butterfly wings twitched weakly with each thrust, translucent veins pulsing pink and silver in time with her heartbeat.

I’d already come like five times tonight, thick loads painting Vaelora’s womb, then leaking out around my cock when I pulled free, but the female pleasure flooding through the link was endless, addictive, bottomless.

[Infinite Stamina] also kept me going without tiring, hips snapping forward relentlessly while Vaelora moaned into the pillow, voice muffled but rising higher with every deep stroke.

We cycled through every position in the book; her on top riding me reverse-cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce, missionary again so I could kiss away the tears that still clung to her lashes, spooning from behind so I could wrap an arm around her small breasts and tease her stiff nipples while grinding slow circles inside her, legs hooked over my shoulders so I could drive straight down into her pussy until she sobbed with pleasure.

We perverted ourselves for almost five full hours, sweat-slick skin sliding together, wet sounds filling the room, her sweet vanilla scent mixing with the musk of sex, my groans mixing with her high, broken cries, before I finally felt my vision start to dim at the edges.

Huh? Wait, my vision is going off!!

{Answer: Master’s body is exhausted from forcefully creating a clone, forcefully sharing aura and magic power, forcefully granting some of his abilities, receiving double of his power suddenly, and copulating with two god-like spirits in one fell swoop.}

[Noted. So am I dying now? I’m asking because I’ve died before and that’s the feeling I’m getting.]

{Master is experiencing nigh-evolution, because Master is now considered a creator-type individual. So rest is needed for it to integrate fully with Master’s existence. Master will fall unconscious now.}

Ah, wait—

TWIP!

Oh, darkness engulfed me.