Chapter 161: Big Bad Cat [R18]

Chapter 161: 161: Big Bad Cat [R18]

Slowly, Ayra brought her hands over to his chest. While the beastman angrily held onto her neck, she found a way to his chest.

Ayra gently caressed against his body, slowly running a hand over his bare chest and abs to trigger his hormones.

She hoped it worked while she stared into his face. Glaring at the furious look in his eyes while playing her hands over his body.

Ayra soon got to his nipples, playing her fingers through his sensitive parts and watching his mood waver. The wild cat’s nipples sure were sensitive.

She kept moving. Moving her hand through his body in the most arousing ways until the wild cat’s furious face suddenly broke.

Nyx couldn’t keep up being angry. Her hands had played down to his hardened cock and sent thrills down his body.

At that moment, the wild cat wasn’t angry anymore. He was rather horny and turned on as he slowly let go of her neck.

The wild cat’s eyes wavered as he moaned, he closed his eyes in the pleasure of Ayra’s hand moving through his thigh, feeling the heat around his cock while over the weight.

"Mmmm," the wild cat had forgotten that he was angry. He slowly sat down there, feeling her hand.

Ayra didn’t stop. She studied his face with a lingering mischievous smile. It was working, exactly how she wanted. And this was her opportunity to strike further.

She rose onto her knees and leaned closer, pressing close with her palms sliding over the broad planes of his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle, the faint scars, the warm skin.

She felt his heart hammer under her touch. Her hands drifted lower, over his stomach, then down to curl once more around his cock—already hardening again under her fingers.

"Ah..." He exhaled sharply, a low, pleased rumble vibrating in his chest. His hips shifted, pressing into her grip as she stroked him slow and firm, watching his jaw tighten, his ears flick back in pleasure.

"Still so sensitive," she murmured, tightening her fist with a smile. "I guess the wild cat needs it more than ever now..."

He answered with a rough sound of pleasure, one hand lifting to grip her hip, claws carefully sheathed.

Ayra smiled as she stared into his hungry face. "I guess you’re being an impatient cat now," she smiled as she faintly stood up before him. "Why don’t we make the wild cat work for it then?"

She swung a leg over him, straddling his lap, facing him. Her arms flirtatiously wrapped around his shoulders for balance as she reached between them, guiding the thick head of his cock to her entrance.

"Ah.. yes..." She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch until she was fully seated, stretched and full. "Mmmm," a shared, shaky breath left them both.

Then she began to move—rocking her hips, rising and dropping in a steady rhythm that quickly deepened into hard, bouncing thrusts.

"Yes.. yes.. so deep.. yes.. so hard! Ah!" Her breasts brushed his chest with every motion. His hands clamped onto her waist, guiding her, matching her pace with upward rolls of his hips.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the cave walls. He groaned openly now, forehead dropping to her shoulder, breath hot against her neck as the tight heat of her cunt milked him with every bounce.

"Arh.. so soft... so comfortable... ah...," he growled, voice rough. His tail lashed against the furs. He thrust up harder to meet her, burying himself deep each time she came down as he brought himself to lick through her shoulder and neck. "So soft... so sweet.."

The intensity built fast; she felt him swell inside her. "Faster!" She gasped in immense pleasure while he pounded inside her almost aggressively now. "Ah yes.. deeper.. ah.. please..." She felt tears run down her face as the pleasure filled her up.

And then he finally came with a wild groan, hips jerking as he flooded her, holding her tightly against him while the pulses wracked his body.

"Yes...ah..." Ayra gasped aloud in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around him, her whole body quavering onto him while she hugged him firmly, their hot sweaty bodies latched against each other while their breaths filled the cave for a while.

"You’re so.. such a big bad cat..." She muttered, quavering in him.

[Ding]

[Congratulations Host! You’ve successfully brought down the wild cat to a reasonable berserk level]

[Berserk: 30%]

[Wild Cat is in safe zone. And the foreign substance has been successfully dispelled]

[Congratulations Host]

Ayra panted softly as she lay on him, getting herself. It was over. But she couldn’t help but feel the heat still burning in her.

She was still needy and felt the strong urge for another round. But she couldn’t just ride the wild cat at will, could she?

But before she could even catch some breath, Nyx lifted her easily as he rose, strong arms locking under her thighs.

The moment her feet touched the ground again, he turned her, pressing her forward until she was bent slightly at the waist, hands braced against the cool stone wall.

Ayra knew what was happening. She could tell that wild cat hadn’t had enough. The hungry cat was craving more of her pussy and he was bent on having some for himself.

Ayra couldn’t complain. She wanted this too. Her whole pregnant self was craving more of him on her, so she couldn’t complain at all.

He stepped in behind her, the thick length of his cock—still slick, still hard—sliding between her thighs before he pushed back into her in one smooth thrust.

"Ah...!" She cried out and he answered with a deep, satisfied growl. He slowly settled down in her from behind, his hand pressing onto her waist while he adjusted her firmly before him.

"Mmmm," Ayra moaned as she positioned herself properly, getting ready to accept him into her. "Did you get big or..." She asked in a low groan as the wild cat pressed deep into her. "Ah!" she gasped, she guessed he was ready without notice.