Orgasm system: These beastwomen must moan!

Stefan’s POV

After a few seconds of searching through ideas, plans, lies... I opened my eyes and the first thing my brain did, was spot an opportunity.

"Oh, there it is... My golden opportunity!" A smirk played at the corner of my lips.

Belladonna’s horse stood a short distance off, saddled and gleaming, and there on the band circling its neck sat the ornament I had noticed earlier.

The sky was gradually breaking, darkness making way for brightness, and I could actually make it out properly now.

I squinted my eyes to look at it from where I stood...

The ornament was a small and delicate bird, molded entirely out of gold, its wings half-spread like it had been caught mid-flight and frozen there permanently.

Dude, even better than a flower. Gold meant value, value meant leverage, and leverage was the one language I had always spoken fluently no matter which planet I found myself stranded on.

I nodded slowly to myself, already turning the angle over in my head.

A few paces off, Zinnia was barking orders at a cluster of warriors loading the two frozen women onto a wooden carriage, their voices sharp, their movements fast.

And it amazed me how everyone’s attention was locked entirely on the delicate business of not dropping a paralyzed body onto hard ground.

"Couldn’t they just leave them behind? There are lots of warriors remaining..." I thought to myself not understanding why they would be going through such hassle.

Or was it just me that didn’t understand the meaning of comradeship?

Anyway, that was for my own good and I wasn’t going to complain. Nobody was looking anywhere near the horses. Nobody was looking anywhere near me.

I drifted through camp with the loose, unhurried gait of a man who belonged exactly where he was standing, my eyes moving, gathering information the way I always did before pulling anything real.

I spotted Jonquil heading toward her tent that was yet to be disassembled, probably grabbing something she had forgotten in the rush, and I fell into step behind her, following at a distance close enough to catch her as she walked inside.

As she got into the privacy of her tent, she turned before I even said anything, sharp as always, sensing me the way she always seemed to.

"Why are you following me? What shall I do for you?" She asked me directly.

I didn’t answer with words. I leaned in instead and kissed her quickly, catching her slightly off guard before she settled into it the way she always eventually did.

I pulled back, smiling easy. "That’s what two people who enjoy training together do. Randomly. No warning needed."

Jonquil nodded slowly, processing that logic with her usual careful precision, apparently satisfied enough to file it away without further question.

"Hey," I said, gentle now, casual, sliding the real question in underneath the softness of the moment. "That gold bird on Belladonna’s horse. What is that, exactly?"

"The Sovereign’s Wing... It is a symbol of honor bestowed by the Queen herself, upon those she deems to have brought the greatest glory to the queendom." She said, her head bowing slightly at the mention of the word ’Queen herself’.

"The Queen..."

I felt something settle into place at that. Confirmation of a suspicion I had been quietly holding since the moment I landed on this ridiculous planet - of course there was a queen, of course somebody sat above even someone as terrifying as Belladonna.

But it was the way Jonquil said "the Queen herself," reverence bleeding into words that otherwise stayed flat and clipped about everything else, that told me exactly how far above the rest of this hierarchy the woman actually sat. Not just a ruler. The single point every other rank in this queendom orbited around.

"Not many carry one, I take it," I said, testing.

"Belladonna is the only General to hold one currently living," Jonquil said. "It has passed through three hands before hers. Each time, only after death or disgrace."

"Only after death or disgrace..." I filed that away too, feeling the weight of exactly what I was about to gamble with.

"Got it," I said, and leaned in to kiss her once more, quick, easy, before turning and walking off toward the horses like I had somewhere important to be.

And thankfully, these beast women weren’t as inquisitive as the earthly women. If not, I would have been stopped, getting questions on why I was asking the questions.

For that, I liked the beastwomen.

I circled around to Belladonna’s mount, checking the camp in a slow sweep. The warriors were still occupied with the carriage, the slaves scattered around packing the last of the supplies, nobody sparing a single glance in my direction.

I reached up and worked the little golden wing loose from its clasp, fingers steady, careful, the same patience I’d used a hundred times back on Earth lifting watches and bracelets off people who never even felt it happen.

It came free clean into my palm, cool and heavier than it looked - heavier, somehow, than a piece of gold that size had any right to be, like the weight of everything it represented had settled physically into the metal itself.

I patted down my slave cloth, searching for a pocket that, of course, didn’t exist, because apparently beast-queendom fashion had never considered the practical needs of a man who occasionally needed to hide a Queen’s own honor mid-heist.

Fine. Different plan.

I walked slowly toward the fire pit where a few slaves were roasting strips of meat for the journey ahead.

"You guys should work harder! The General sent me to watch over you." I yelled at the five slaves around and they quickly focused their attention which hadn’t wavered by the way, to the meat they were washing.

It was easy to order them around. I smiled.

Without breaking stride, without so much as a flicker of hesitation, I tossed the little golden wing straight into the heart of the fire.

"Goodbye, little thing. You’ll be missed." My mischievous smile grew bigger.

"Bend your heads further... The meat won’t clean themselves." I snapped at the slaves again.

And indeed, they bent further.

I smirked, walking on, feeling something warm and satisfied settle into my chest.

Yeah, bro. I still had it. Still had every bit of it, even out here, even three planets and one death away from where I had learned the trade.

~~~~~~~~~

An hour later, the whole camp stood ready to move - horses saddled, supplies loaded, warriors assembled in tight formation waiting on their General’s word.

Belladonna approached her horse, and I watched, almost lazily, as her eyes landed on the empty band circling its neck where the Sovereign’s Wing should have been.

Her whole body went still.

She said something, low, sharp, a single word in that clipped growling language, and the effect was instant - every warrior nearby froze mid-motion, mid-conversation, mid-breath, the entire camp dropping into a silence so total I could hear my own heartbeat.

I hadn’t fully understood, until that exact moment, just how frightening this woman could actually be when something mattered to her.

Her voice rose next, a roar that cracked across the whole clearing like a whip.

"Which of the lowly Bounds went near my horse and stripped me of my Wing." She bellowed.

The response was immediate and absolute. Every slave within sight dropped into a deep, trembling bow, their faces pressed nearly to the dirt, not one of them daring to lift their head or make a single sound.

I gulped, knowing it was time for a ’knight in shining armor’ to save the day.

Then I took a step forward...