I step off the bed, leaving Abigail convulsing slightly.
I pace around the room like a bear in circles, unable to settle.
It's such a nice bed. I want to do something on it—doggy style! Let's try it! Abigail's never done that before, so she'll probably love it. I'll turn that blonde witch into a submissive dog.
Lost in these thoughts, I've circled the room a few times when Ferris calls out to me.
"What's up, Jévo? You look restless."
"Abigail needs rest. If I don't keep moving, I'll lose my mind."
With that, I resume my pacing, circling the room again.
I'll ask her to ride me too. It'll be a different kind of dance compared to doing it on the hard floor or dirt. I wonder how she'll move. I'd love it if she just swayed her hips—how do I even ask for that? It's frustrating I can't demonstrate. Anyway, my imagination's running wild.
As I pass the bed again, Ferris stops me.
"Is it really that hard for you?"
"It feels like I'm being pulled inward, toward my core. If I stop moving, I can feel myself turning into something ugly, something beastly."
I start pacing again, eyeing her like a wolf denied its prey.
It'll probably take a few days for her to be ready. There's plenty of time. Since this is a good opportunity, I'll make sure Abigail's ready for everything—all holes included.
Actually, my tongue's already been in her. We got pretty far during our last cohabitation. She resists a lot, but if I thrust into her vagina first and calm her down, she stops fighting when I slide my tongue into her ass. With this bed, I can take my time and develop her properly in doggy style.
Alright, this trip, I'll conquer all of Abigail's holes like the beast I am!
As I start pacing again, Ferris speaks up.
"Is there something I can do to help?"
I stop abruptly and look at her.
She looks so tempting… I can smell her heat, like a female in estrus.
Then, from behind her, Lydia wraps her arms around Ferris, grinning mischievously.
"No, no! Leave Ferris alone! You can do whatever you want to me instead, but please, not her!"
I glance at Lydia, who's joking around, and resume my pacing.
"Uh, hey? Can you pay a little more attention to me, Jévo?"
Lydia grabs my arm, looking slightly lonely.
I let out a low growl.
"You shouldn't joke like that when I'm starving. If I lose control, I'll really pounce."
"Oh… sorry."
As I start pacing again, I add:
"You've seen it up close—Abigail's special. I don't know how much sexual experience you have, Lydia, but like Abigail said, you couldn't handle me. It's impossible."
"Huh?!"
Ignoring Lydia's stunned expression, I continue circling the room.
Come on, Abigail, hurry up and recover!
Circle, circle, circle…
Suddenly, my arm is grabbed tightly.
"What? You're saying I'm worse in bed than a half-breed? That's impossible! I'm from the prestigious Lilith bloodline!"
"Don't push yourself, Lydia," Ferris says, placing a hand on her chest.
"Even you, Ferris, doubt my skills?!"
Ferris's eyes show genuine concern for Lydia.
I've seen all kinds of aliens mating and raping on various battlefields, but no creature ravages a woman as brutally and intensely as the Butcher. There's no love, not even the bare minimum of consideration for a mating partner. To the Butcher, women are just sacrifices.
Ferris is right. Pushing herself would only hurt her.
"Even you doubt me?!"
"That's not what I meant…"
Then, Abigail stirs on the bed, sitting up sluggishly.
She looks at Lydia triumphantly—the look a female gives her rival after securing her mate, biologically demeaning her.
"Jévo…"
Abigail's voice reaches me.
She lies back on the bed, her golden hair spilling everywhere, arms open, inviting me. She's a smiling Venus, semen dripping from her thighs—so beautiful.
"Hold it right there!"
As I kneel on the bed, ready to pounce on Abigail, Lydia's desperate voice stops me. She grabs my arm and Abigail's, clearly annoyed.
"Don't think you've won, half-breed! I'll help Jévo finish too!"
"Lydia!" Ferris tries to stop her.
"Don't think the Lilith clan will back down after this! Gender doesn't matter—I'll make you understand why I'm called the Goddess of Sex! Ferris, I'll comfort your knight instead. Are you okay with that? Are you fine letting a half-breed take Jévo?!"
"Well, I…"
"Jévo, come here! Over here!"
I obey, stepping off the bed.
Lydia beckons me with her fingers.
I move in front of her. She takes off her jacket, waiting on the bed. Ferris stands nervously beside her.
"I'll show you heaven, my knight."
Lydia smirks challengingly, gripping my monstrous Butcher lance.
She kneels on the bed, slickly licking the underside of my shaft. Her tongue is long.
She licks my penis thoroughly, mapping its shape, then sharpens her tongue to tickle and stimulate the underside.
From my balls to the tip, she devours me, ending with a kiss on the head. Her plump lips rub against me, slurping noisily, her hot breath making me ache as she lowers her head again.
"It's so big…"
She repeats the motion, looking up at me provocatively.
Lydia's just so cute.
Only true beauties can pull off short hair, and her flawless face beams with satisfaction as she presses her beauty against my grotesque flesh, satisfying my raging conquest desires.
Her tongue never leaves my sensitive spots, ensuring pleasure never stops.
She's… so good.
Lydia notices my reaction, looking up at me with a sly smile.
"Told you."
She must've heard my inner thoughts.
She takes my head into her mouth, sucking gently.
She wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her chest against me. Her perfectly shaped breasts and nipples rub against my balls—unexpectedly amazing.
She moves her body up and down, creating a makeshift titty-fuck, tirelessly stimulating my head and underside.
There's not a hint of disgust or obligation—she looks like she's genuinely enjoying it.
"Hey, Jévo. Use your long one to pleasure me too."
And Lydia can talk while giving head—a skill only she has.
As instructed, I extend my dark tongue, licking her neck, collarbone, and sliding down her center: her sternum, navel, before forcefully pushing into her hot pants.
"Mmm~♡"
A sweet moan escapes Lydia's nose as she continues her fellatio.
Her secret place is already wet with hot honey, which I swirl with my tongue tip.
But her hot pants are too tight—all I can do is press against her clit.