Beastmen: She Tames the Land-Chapter 141: Cato and Lyra (M)

Cato went out in the morning. He left Nimo at home, hoping he would be able ot let him know when Lyra woke up. It had been two days, and she had not made a peep. He felt uneasy being away from her. But he also could not stay in the same room.

He had taken to sleeping outside.

When Nimo came ot him with news that Lyra was awake, he quickly linked someone and asked them to take over his shift at the gate.

When he arrived, he saw the priestess and Lyra sitting up in bed. They seemed to be talking. He hadn’t meant to interrupt anything.

Before he could make up his mind to leave, he saw the priestess getting up. As soon as she left, he ran over to hug Lyra.

"You’re awake," he said joyously.

She nodded, smiling back at him. He saw her scanning him. Taking in every inch of him as though it were the first time they had met.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, Nothing at all." Lyra shook her head. Her stomach growled.

"Ah?" Cato jumped up, remembering she hadn’t eaten for a few days. "I’ll go get you something to eat."

He had been preparing extra food for her every day. He wanted to make sure that when she woke up, she would have something to fill her stomach. Now, it came in handy.

He needed to make sure she was well fed before he pounced.

Waiting for her to wake up was a torturous thing for him. What he needed now was her comfort. He needed to know she was alright and actually awake. He needed to know it wasn’t a dream.

Only when she finished eating did he reach out again to touch her.

"You scared me," he said, cupping her jaw.

"I’m sorry," she said softly, reaching for his wrist and leaning into his touch.

He pulled her close to him. Her breath skittered against his throat. His arms tightened around her. His voice became husky, "I’m hungry."

Lyra knew he wasn’t talking about food. She felt the way his body tensed. And with her new senses, she was able to scent his arousal. Knowing that he wanted her fed back into her own desire. The more aroused he became, the more she wanted him too.

"Then eat," she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, tongue thrusting in to claim her taste. His hands roamed her body. The thin clothing did nothing to hide her body.

He laid her on the bedding, pinning her gently but unyieldingly. His hands continue to roam her body as she arches into him. Her hips buck up to grind against his thigh. She was already wet. Her clothes had ridden up. He could feel her wetness on his thigh.

He let out a sound similar to a purr. "That’s it,’ he encouraged. He didn’t know what had gotten into her. But seeing her be so proactive made something in his chest tighten.

She answered by pulling him down, her hand on his neck as she pulled him into a hungry kiss. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Cato growled in approval.

He gripped her hip to stop her from moving. She was still grinding on his thigh. In one swift movement, he stripped her of her clothes, removing his in the process.

His eyes darkened as he drank in her beauty. He groaned against her lips as he swept her into another kiss. One hand slid into her hair, the other bracing beside her head. A low rumble came from his chest. He kissed her collarbone, working his way down.

He sucked on her nipples until they stiffened into peaks. She writhed against him, breath quickening. Her body pressed closer, wanting to claim him. "I need you," she breathed as she moved closer.

He settled himself between her legs.

His body was a wall of muscle. His cock was standing rigid, veined and thick, pre-cum beading at the head of his cock.

"I’ll give you what you need," he promised.

One hand stroked her folds, feeling her wetness. His fingers parted her lips, sliding through her slickness, circling her clit with firm pressure. She gasped and bucked, grabbing his wrist to force his hand deeper, but he held back.

Playing with her slowly before dipping two fingers inside her cunt. He pumped slowly, stretching her. The feel of her heat made him growl. His cock throbbed, pulsing, yet he refused to enter, not yet.

Lyra’s eyes flashed, and she surged up, flipping them so she straddled his hips. Her hands pinned his shoulders, "I want to ride you," she snarled, grinding her pussy along his cock, coating it with her slickness.

Cato’s nostrils flared, and he bucked up, reversing their positions. "Not yet," he declared. "I need to feel you, all of you."

He thrust forward, slowly, feeling her walls pull him in. They stretched around him. He groaned as he felt himself slide into her. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, holding her gaze as his hands gripped her thighs, keeping her spread open for him.

Fully seated, he released her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass.

He started thrusting, powerful and deliberate.

"Harder," she demanded.

He grunted, becoming more forceful. Each stroke bottomed out to grind against her cervix.

"You’re safe," he grunted as he picked up the pace.

He was slamming into her now, deep, pulling back to tease her clit, watching her face contort in pleasure. Her hips snapped up to meet him.

"Yes, protect me like this," she panted, biting his shoulder.

The pain spurred him on. He pinned her wrists over her head with one hand, the other kneading her breast, pinching the nipple. The intimacy turned his worry into passion.

She came first as her pussy gushed around his cock, screaming his name. Cato followed, burying himself deep with one final roar as he spilled inside her. They didn’t stop there.

He rolled her to her side, still buried inside her. His arms wrapped around her.

"More," she whispered

And he obliged. Lazily at first, then harder. His worry floated away with each shared breath.