The hut smelled of old smoke and the salt of recent battle. The fire barely crackled, dying, while the gray dawn light slipped through the cracks and painted faint stripes across the furs on the floor. My body was pure slow fire: swollen muscles, wounds throbbing under makeshift bandages, dried blood pulling at the skin with every deep breath. Victory had cost me dear. The system had pumped me full of power during the ambush, but now it collected its price with interest. I was empty. I needed to recharge. Deep. Intimate. Immediate.
Lira waited inside, alone as I had ordered.
Small, fragile, the blue collar gleaming against her delicate neck. Her golden eyes were wide open, filled with that submissive concern that got me hard even when exhausted. The thin tunic clung to her body from dew and nerves, outlining high breasts and narrow waist. Her fluffy tail brushed the floor over and over, restless.
"Kai… you're hurt," she murmured hoarsely, hurrying closer. Her small hands trembled as they grazed my scratched chest. A low, healing purr vibrated from her throat. "Let me heal you… the only way I can."
I didn't answer with words.
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her in one sharp pull. She weighed nothing. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my hips, the wet heat of her pussy already soaking through the thin fabric and rubbing against my abdomen. I growled against her mouth before devouring it: deep tongue, fangs grazing, sweet feline taste mixed with the iron of my own blood.
"Fuck, Lira… I need you now," I growled.
"Yes… Master… use me," she gasped, hips desperately grinding against me. "Recharge in my mouth… please…"
I dropped her to her knees on the furs. My pants were open in two seconds. My cock sprang free, heavy, veined, throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Lira purred loud, the sound climbing up my legs like electricity.
"So big… always so big for me," she whispered devotedly.
She lowered her head without waiting for permission. First she licked the base slowly, torturously, rough tongue tracing every swollen vein from balls to tip. Then she took one whole ball into her mouth, sucking gently while purring with her entire throat. The vibration was brutal: I felt it reach my stomach, felt the healing energy start flowing warm through my veins.
"Ahh… yes, my little slut," I growled. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pushed slowly to the hilt.
"Gluck… mmmph… yes, Master… fuck my throat," she choked around my cock, thick saliva dripping down the shaft and falling onto her high breasts. Her pupils dilated into perfect hearts, pulsing wildly every time the tip hit the back of her throat.
While I fucked her mouth at a controlled rhythm—pulling almost all the way out before plunging back to the balls—I slid my other hand between her thighs. I ripped the tunic off in one yank, leaving her naked. Her breasts bounced free, pink nipples hard as little stones. I slipped two fingers between her swollen, soaked lips and buried them to the knuckle without warning.
Lira convulsed around my cock.
"Ahhn…!" she moaned muffled, hips bucking against my hand. Her tiny pussy clenched like a hot fist, gushing juices that soaked my fingers instantly. I curled them upward, pressing that spot that drove her insane, while still thrusting deep into her throat.
Saliva ran down her chin, dripped onto her tits, glistened in the gray light. She purred nonstop, the vibration traveling up and down my shaft like an electric massage. Every time she swallowed around the head, I felt a whip of pleasure and healing energy at the same time: the wounds on my chest burned less, the heavy muscles lightened.
"Fuck… squeeze harder…" I growled, speeding up my fingers. I pumped them in and out fast, the wet, obscene sound filling the hut. Her swollen clit rubbed the base of my palm with every thrust.
Lira shook all over. Her ears flattened in pleasure, tail whipping the floor like crazy. Suddenly she came hard around my fingers: hot squirts splashed my hand, her thighs, the furs. The orgasm made her moan around my cock, throat spasming in merciless milking contractions.
I couldn't hold back.
I pulled my cock from her mouth with a wet pop, thick strands of saliva hanging between her lips and my tip. A second later I plunged back in, deep, straight to the throat. I came roaring, thick long ropes pumping directly down her gullet. Lira swallowed everything she could, throat visibly working, the excess spilling from the corners and dripping onto her trembling breasts.
When I finished, I let her gasp for a second, lips swollen, face shining with saliva and cum. Then I lifted her again, sat her on my thighs and pulled her against my still-scratched chest.
Her purr returned, deeper, more healing. I felt the energy flow hot through my veins, the wounds closing little by little, strength returning like a slow but unstoppable tide.
"I love you… Master," she murmured against my neck, licking the sweat and dried blood. "I will always be your first."
The bond burned hot. Lira completely broken and mine. Full recharge.
But outside, already high noon, a subtle rustle.
Vira, chained in her nearby cell, violet eyes gleaming submissively. She approached as far as the chains allowed, low and provocative purr.
"Master… let me heal you too… I'm stronger than her," she whispered, aroused.
(To be continued…)