Orgasm system: These beastwomen must moan!

Stefan’s POV

Kara’s throat moved as she swallowed then she muttered a response;

"Clear."

I leaned down and dragged the flat of my tongue through her cunt in one long, sharp stroke - from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the swollen pearl at the top. Kara’s whole body jerked. A sharp, startled sound left her throat.

"You can say my name whenever you feel like saying anything... Remember my name?" I told her.

She nodded then I got back to work.

I did it again, slower, pressing firmer, letting her feel every inch of contact. Her taste spread across my tongue, clean and addictive. I licked her open with long, thorough strokes, parting her folds, circling the entrance without pushing in yet, then returning to her clit to give it focused attention. Every pass made her wetter. The soft, filthy sounds of my tongue working her filled the quiet room.

Kara’s hands fisted in the furs.

"Stefan..."

I smirked at the way my name rolled out of her mouth. I ignored the warning in her voice and kept going.

I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked in steady, rhythmic pulses while two fingers slid inside her, curling upward to rub the spot that made her hips twitch. Her cunt clenched around my fingers immediately. I fucked them in and out slowly, matching the suction of my mouth, tongue flicking hard over the sensitive bud every time I pulled back to breathe.

Kara’s breathing turned ragged. Her thighs started to tremble on either side of my head.

"Tell me what it feels like," I ordered against her wet flesh.

"Pressure," she gasped. "It’s building... too fast. Like something is coiling tight and I can’t stop it."

"That is exactly what I want."

I added a third finger, stretching her, and sucked harder. My tongue worked her clit in tight, relentless circles while my fingers rubbed that same swollen place inside her without mercy. Kara’s hips began rolling against my face, chasing the sensation even while her pride tried to hold still. Wetness coated my chin and dripped down my wrist. The sounds grew louder, wetter, more shameless.

"Stefan - ah - I can’t-"

"You can." I pulled my mouth off just long enough to speak, my fingers still working deep.

"You are going to take everything I give you. And when it breaks, you are going to ask for permission first, permission to let go."

I went back down and gave her no mercy. Long licks, hard suction, fingers curling and thrusting in a steady rhythm that forced the coil inside her tighter and tighter.

Kara’s voice climbed, losing every trace of control. Soft gasps turned into broken moans, then into open, desperate sounds that echoed off the walls. Her thighs shook harder. Her cunt fluttered around my fingers in warning pulses.

"Stefan, it’s too much - I need -"

"Ask properly." I told her firmly.

"I want to let go now. I can’t hold it in... The pressure is -" she said. I shook my head.

"You have to ask properly. Ask me for permission." I told her.

A frustrated grunt escaped her then she finally forced out, her voice cracking;

"May - may - I let go now?"

I gave her everything at once.

I sucked her clit hard and fast, tongue lashing, while my fingers drove against that spot inside her with short, ruthless strokes. Kara’s back arched clean off the bed. A raw, helpless cry tore out of her throat as her orgasm slammed through her. Her cunt clamped down hard on my fingers, and then a sudden, forceful gush of wetness flooded my mouth and chin, splashing across my lips and down my wrist onto the furs.

She kept coming, her hips jerking, another strong pulse of fluid following the first while she moaned loud and broken, completely shameless, her thighs locked around my head like she couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.

I licked her through every wave, drinking her down, my fingers still moving until she was twitching and whimpering from oversensitivity. Only then did I ease back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, genuinely impressed at how hard she had gone.

She did absolutely great for a first timer.

Kara lay sprawled across the furs, her chest heaving, eyes wide and dazed, a dark wet patch spreading under her. Her legs were still open, that fresh, clean cunt of hers glistening and twitching with aftershocks.

I climbed up over her, bracing my weight on my hands, and looked down at her flushed face.

"That," I said, still tasting her on my tongue, "is called squirting. Some women can do it when they’re pushed far enough past normal orgasm. Your body just lost control in the best possible way. That’s what happens when you stop fighting the feeling and let it take you completely."

Kara stared at me, still trying to catch her breath. Her voice came out hoarse and raw.

"It felt like I was breaking apart."

"You were. In the right way." I brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek. "Remember that feeling. Next time you’ll know exactly how to ask for it."

I was about to settle beside her and continue the lesson when voices drifted in from the corridor outside - close, clear, and getting closer.

A woman’s voice, low and impatient came up:

"Has she returned yet? The noblewoman was sent to the palace for a reason. We need to know if she got the information before the Queen’s people close ranks."

Another voice answered, tighter:

"If Kara failed to bring it back, the arrangement changes. We won’t wait another night. We mustn’t."

Footsteps stopped just beyond the door.

Kara’s entire body went rigid under me.

I met her eyes and saw the same realization hit her at the exact same moment.

I didn’t need to be told with words that I just heard what I wasn’t supposed to hear.

"Well..."

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