Her lunge was a blur like a fast, feral, like a storm deciding to swallow you whole.
One second I was scrambling back on my ass, the next her thighs clamped around my waist like a vice forged in hell's gym.
Tempered steel didn't cover it; those legs could crush coconuts, and right now, they were crushing *me* against the damp jungle floor.
Her weight pinned my chest, breath hot and ragged against my face, those amber eyes boring into mine with a mix of hunger and... curiosity?
Up close, she was a goddamn masterpiece of contradiction.
Fur-tipped ears twitched at every rustle in the leaves, her tail swishing like it had a mind of its own, maybe plotting my demise.
Ragged hides barely qualified as clothes, clinging to curves that screamed *beast goddess*: full breasts heaving with each breath, straining the ties like they were begging for freedom.
And lower... f**ck. Her slit skirt rode up from the pin, lower lips peeking—pink, glistening, brushing my loincloth with every shift.
Did they didn't have any underwear in this age or is it this lady didn't want to wear it….
I didn't planned to see it, it's just the situation that her legs on top of me.
Soo it's just a complete coincidence…. that's all it issssss…... hehehehe
"Easy, big guy," she growled, voice husky, laced with that warrior edge—like she'd sooner slit a throat than ask for directions.
Her nails pricked my shoulders or should i call it claws because she is a beast woman, not breaking skin, just enough to send zaps straight to my heart.
It twitched under the rag, half-hard despite the panic.
Now only one thing that I have in my mind ...
*Great, Saul. Die in a plane crash, wake up in fur-fetish land, and your junk's already auditioning for the role of traitor.*
Now She leaned in closer, and I don't even know her name, I can simply ask about her name and other information of this world.
But I don't want that because in corporate world who ever asks information about others first will become lower position to that person.
So I have to be in the upper hand by gaining the information myself like always I did in my previous life.
Well I decided to stay silent for some time, and also her face shows a looks of something has been bugging her mind.
Now her fangs grazing my jaw sharp, teasing. Her breasts pressed against my chest, nipples hard points through the hides, rubbing with her breath.
"Name's Lira. Warrior of the Shadowfang Pack. And you... you're no ordinary whelp. Smell like salt and storms. Fresh meat for the rut... or the pyre."
So well looks like she belongs to some beast clan and the info needed can be easily obtained I think.
Her hips ground down once, deliberate, slick heat smearing my loincloth, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt me harden fully.
Her hips shifted once, a gentle nudge that sparked a quiet warmth between us, her eyes softening as she sensed my quickened breath, a shared moment of curiosity blooming like a hidden flower.
"Responsive. Good. Means you'll last longer than the last stray, but yours feels... different, warmer than the usual rush."
And also Lira....
Warrior....
Rut....
Pyre....
My brain can not keep up with the words.
Rut? As in... orgy time? Or is 'pyre' code for barbecue? Oh sh*t, are these beastkin cannibals?
The imagination I have in my mind is will they have trussed me up like a rotisserie chicken, her pack chanting around a fire while she bastes me with that honey scent.
'Pass the Saul sauce!' No, i have to focus, idiot. She's hot, yeah, but if she bites my dick off instead of... on... we're done.
I have to hope that they are not cannibals and praying mantis ...…
I bucked up half fight, half instinct and brushing close enough to feel the spark of her laugh, light and unexpected.
She gasped, thighs tightening, a low yowl rumbling from her throat.
Her hand slid down my chest, nails raking light trails over my scrawny abs, dipping to rest warmly on my side, slow, torturous.
"Feisty," she purred, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes.
A quiet anticipation built in my body, her fingers tracing a gentle path that hinted at stories untold.
"Pack could use a male with fight in him. But first... you come with me. No running, storm-boy."
Before I could sputter a protest, "Wait, what about consent in cannibal country?" she hoisted me up like I weighed less than a dumbbell.
One arm hooked under my knees, the other across my back, slinging me over her shoulder in a fireman's carry that pressed my face right into the curve of her shoulder, her steady heartbeat is reassuring like a drum against my cheek.
Her tail flicked, brushing my cheek with the soft fur tickling like a gentle tease.
Holy sh*t, she's strong. And I'm hanging here like a sack of grateful potatoes.
If this is the foreplay, sign me up... but if it's the marinade phase, I'm out of this world.
She marched through the underbrush, thighs flexing with each step, my cock trapped against her back, rubbing with every stride, the friction building a slow burn that had me biting my lip to stifle a groan.
Vines whipped past, ferns parting like they knew better.
"Hold still," she ordered, voice muffled by the bounce.
Her free hand patted my back like a playful sting, but warrior-firm sending a jolt straight to my soul.
"Or I'll kill you sooner." The path opened to a clearing, sunlight dappling the ground like scattered coins.
She dumped me unceremoniously against a massive oak—rough bark biting my back—then produced vines from... somewhere (warrior pockets?).
Quick as a whip, she bound my wrists above my head, looping the green ropes tight but not cruel.
Her body crowded mine as she worked, breasts brushing my chest, thigh wedged between my legs pressing right against my side.
"There, there" she murmured, testing the knots, her breath fanning my neck.
Fingers trailed down my side, dipping under the loincloth to stroke once with light, teasing the edge of my worry.
"Now you wait. Pack gathers at dusk. You'll... entertain."
Entertain? As in striptease for furries, or the main course with an apple in my mouth?
I can hear her language but now I have problem of clearing her speech…
I tugged the bonds—solid, but her closeness had me straining forward, hips seeking more understanding.
She chuckled low, grinding her thigh slow once, then twice warmth from her seeping through like a comforting promise.
"Eager already? Good boy."
Her lips hovered over mine, fangs nipping my lower one, tongue flicking out to soothe.
Heat pooled low, my heart leaking steadily now, but she pulled back just as I arched. Tease. Warrior tease.
As she turned to scout the perimeter—her body flexing like a promise—my eyes darted around her, my mind is racing through different kind of toughts.
That Lust System,
[Beast Level 1, earn LP through finding items.]
[Explorations: low-grade stuff, F-GRADE PRODUCTS.]
I know the basics from those isekai type novels I binged in my high school times—spot shit, get points, level up.
But do I have to touch the products to get my points or just see them or hear their names?
Let's look around…. A cluster of dull green leaves caught my eye, half-hidden under a fern—wilted, unremarkable, like weed clippings.
I stared hard, willing the system to ping. No touch, just a clean line of sight.
"Come on, you glitchy HUD..."
[System Notification: F-GRADE PRODUCT Identified - Verdant Leaf Cluster (Healing Salve Base).]
[LP Gained: +3. Total: 3/100.]
[Inventory Tab Unlocked: Store/Retrieve Items.
Reproduction Cost: 10 LP per F-GRADE Duplicate.]
No shit? Vision scan only—lazy man's loot system. And inventory?
Like a pocket dimension Walmart? Sweet.
Reproduce later when I've got points to burn. The rush was subtle—a faint tingle in my fingers, like pins and needles waking up. Not much, but enough to make the vines feel a tad less ironclad.
Spotting more: a handful of scraggly blue berries dangling from a low bush nearby, bruised and unripe-looking.
[Clean Vision Scan: F-GRADE PRODUCT Identified - Azure Berries (Minor Stamina Boost).]
[LP Gained: +3. Total: 6/100.]
[Inventory Added: Azure Berries x1 (Reproduce: 15 LP).]
Ha, jackpot. These would fetch pennies in a market, but here? Gold for a newbie.
My arms flexed experimental—still tied, but the bark groaned a little under the strain. System's got my back. Or at least, my biceps.
Lira spun back, ears perking. "What was that rustle?" Her eyes narrowed, claws out—warrior mode full throttle.
But before she could pounce my way, a guttural snort exploded from the bushes.
Sh*t. Enemy encounter already?