Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer

*Pah. Pah.*

The wet slap of her body meeting his filled the room.

Luke had known shy women, assertive ones, and the ones who started quiet and then took what they wanted. None of them were like this one though.

Agatha bounced on his cock with her crimson eyes locked on his face, hips wide and heavy, flesh rippling every time she dropped and took him to the root.

Her tight folds dragged along his length on every rise and swallowed him on every fall. She was soaked enough that the slide should have been noisy with pleasure. It was only skin and breath. Not one moan left her mouth.

He watched her with amusement, hands resting loose on those breedable hips.

"Wanting to get done with it, woman?"

Agatha’s eyes narrowed. A growl sat low in her throat.

"Don’t you dare regard me like that. You wanted to fuck me, so here we are. Enjoy yourself and leave."

Luke’s smirk sharpened. His hands closed on her hips and stopped her mid-drop, cock still buried inside her, her weight held in place.

She pushed down, trying to break his grip. He held. The strength in her hips was real. So was his.

He stared into those crimson eyes.

"I am here to know more about you, not to fuck and go. Don’t you dare treat me as a toy."

He lifted her off him. His cock slipped free with a wet sound and slapped against his stomach, shining with her.

She landed on the bed on her back, hair spilled, chest rising too fast for the dead look she tried to keep.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was flat. "Never thought a human male had the same pride. Would not let a woman stay on top."

Luke chuckled and climbed over her.

"I don’t cling to that shit. Ride me all you want. Not if you do it this dryly."

Confusion flickered across her face. Then his mouth was on hers and her breath broke.

"You... tch..."

A lowly human kissing her. Frustration burned under her skin. She could have opened his throat. The promise stopped her.

Tonight she would let him have his way. Tomorrow his death would be the initiative towards the doom of humanity.

Luke was not thinking about war. He was thinking about the heat of her mouth.

He sucked her lower lip, then the upper, tasting sweetness with an edge of danger, like fruit left too close to a blade. He pushed his tongue in. She flinched. He chased her tongue anyway, licking into her, wet and deep.

She glared and tried to turn her head. He pinned her down, hands closing over hers, body caging her in the middle of the bed.

Every time she tried to speak he filled her mouth again. The kiss was vulgar. Nothing like the brief, clean press of lips she gave her children. Her mate had never even touched her mouth.

’What is this.’

’He is devouring me.’

Her back arched a little. Against her will her tongue moved with his, answering, sliding, tasting him back.

Her breathing turned ragged. Heat crawled down her chest and between her legs. Her body, starved longer than she would admit, started waking under a human’s mouth.

Luke lifted both her arms above her head and locked them there. The stretch put her on display.

She was perfect in the way that made his cock throb against her thigh.

Heavy breasts, small nipples already drawn so tight they looked painful. A tough and chiseled stomach. Thighs thick and strong enough that a man could bury his face between them and fear she might crack his skull if she decided to.

"Paah... haaah... haaah..."

When he finally let her breathe, her face was flushed. Air left her in long, shaky pulls.

Luke grinned against her cheek.

"That was only a taste. You have me tempted."

Agatha glared, though the edge had dulled.

"You... don’t you dare... hnngh!"

His mouth closed over one small peak. He sucked like he meant to pull milk from her, tongue flicking, swirling, then flattening.

She bit her lip to keep the sound in. When he swirled his tongue around the tip she cried out anyway.

"Impossible... aaahh... don’t..."

Her freed hands found his head. She meant to shove him off. When he bit down lightly she pressed him closer instead. Heat spilled between her thighs. She was getting wetter by the second, slick gathering, body turning lively under a mouth that would not be polite.

Luke looked up, lips shiny.

"You’re starved, my Queen. I heard your mate has not touched you in a long time. Your body has almost forgotten what it is to be a woman."

She sneered.

"You know nothing about me. Sate your lust and prepare to die."

He hummed, unconvinced, and slid his knee up between her legs. Hot skin brushed her core. Her breath caught. The glare was gone. She only stared, breathing held.

"I will show you what starving feels like," he muttered.

Then he dropped to his knees, grabbed her hips, and dragged her to his face. Her calves landed on his shoulders.

"Y-you! What are you doing?"

He did not answer. He put his mouth on her.

The first lick ran the full length of her, slow and filthy, through soaked folds up to her clit.

"Ahh...haaa." She jerked.

The taste hit him at once, sharp and sweet and hot. He sealed his lips around that swollen peak and sucked. Two fingers pushed into her without warning. She clenched around them, dripping, the wet sound obscene against his knuckles.

"Nngh... stop..."

Her hands fisted in his hair and held him there.

He ate her like he had nowhere else to be. Long strokes. Tight circles. Fingers curling against that spot inside her while his tongue worked her clit.

Her strong thighs trembled against his ears. Her scent filled his mouth. Every time she tried to close her legs he pulled her tighter and sucked harder.

A raw sound tore out of her, angry and helpless at once.

Luke grinned against her cunt and did not let up.

His tongue stayed on her clit in tight, relentless circles while his fingers pumped into her, curling, rubbing that swollen place until her hips started chasing his mouth.

Agatha’s thighs shook on his shoulders. The wet sounds grew louder, filthy, her body giving him more the harder she tried to stay silent.

"Nngh... human... you..."

Her voice broke. Her fingers yanked his hair. He hummed into her and the vibration punched a cry out of her she could not swallow.

He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it fast, then slow, then fast again, never giving her a rhythm she could brace against.

Two fingers became three. She stretched around them with a slick, obscene sound and clenched so hard he felt it in his knuckles.

Her stomach jumped. Those small nipples pointed at the ceiling, tight and aching. Sweat shone at her throat.

Every breath came out as a ragged pull. The heat between her legs had gone from hunger to something sharp, something that made her hips jerk against his face even as her mouth tried to form a threat.

"Don’t... don’t you... aahh..."

He felt it start. The flutter around his fingers. The way her clit swelled against his tongue. Her thighs locked around his head, strong enough to hurt, and a broken moan ripped out of her, raw and furious and helpless.

She was right there.

Luke ripped his mouth away.

Agatha’s cry turned into a snarl of disbelief. Her hips lifted off the bed, chasing air, chasing the mouth that was suddenly gone.

His fingers slid out of her with a wet sound and left her empty, clenching around nothing. Her clit throbbed, swollen and neglected, shining with his spit and her own slick.

"No... you... bastard..."

She tried to close her legs. The ache only got worse. Need sat in her like a bruise. Her whole body was pulled taut, one thrust or one lick from breaking, and he had taken both away.

Her chest heaved. Crimson eyes burned, wet at the corners from how close she had been.

Luke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at her, cock hard, grin lazy and cruel.

"Starved," he said. "And still not fed."

Agatha’s hips twitched again, useless. A thin sound escaped her, half growl, half plea she would hate herself for later.

He leaned over her, close enough that she could smell herself on his breath, and did not touch her where she needed it.

"Ask," he murmured. "Or stay like this."

Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her cunt pulsed, empty and dripping, the climax sitting just behind her teeth and going nowhere.

Tonight things were supposed to go on her terms.

But now...

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A/N:- Thanks for reading. Sex scene with her would take two more Chapter since well, she is a literal beast.