The room carried a quiet stillness, its interior shaped with a refined magical aesthetic, soft golden light reflecting off smooth stone walls etched faintly with runic patterns, the air warm and enclosed as Damon sat at the edge of the bed while Zarhka stood a few steps away from him.

"It will only be physical... there will be nothing emotional in it," Damon said, his tone controlled and deliberate, "you won’t expect anything from me, I will treat you with respect, and wouldn’t harm you in any way..."

Zarhka nodded immediately, as though such conditions were not only acceptable, but expected.

"Dat is obvious," she replied, her heavy, rolled accent carrying a natural certainty, "we do not mix strength with confusion."

Damon let out a quiet breath.

"Let’s begin."

He stood up, his movements calm, measured, as he began removing his clothes, while Zarhka followed without pause, her actions just as straightforward, without the awkwardness or hesitation that might have filled the moment for someone else.

Soon—

They stood facing each other.

Unhidden and naked.

Damon’s gaze lingered for a brief moment as he observed her.

Her horns twisted gracefully upwards from her temples, giving off an air of power and strength. The furry gray hair framing her face added a soft contrast to the rest of her features. Her dark lips were plump and inviting, while her very dark bronze skin shone with a healthy glow.

Her teardrop-shaped breasts were full and heavy, with big nipples that stood erect in invitation.leading down to a trimmed bush that framed her womanhood. Her thighs were toned and strong, with a hint of sweat glistening on them from the exertion of standing for so long. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, each movement highlighting her physical prowess.

While Zarhka’s eyes moved downward, settling without restraint.

Her focus was direct and unfiltered.

As his body reacted naturally, she simply looked at it without any attempt to hide her observation.

Damon frowned slightly.

"What are you looking at?"

Zarhka tilted her head slightly before answering plainly.

"It’s small."

Damon stared at her.

Then looked down at himself.

...Small?

His brows furrowed slightly.

This is the most fine specimen I’ve seen on a human... even most of the pornstars back on earth wouldn’t match this...

Zarhka continued without hesitation, as if stating a simple fact.

"It’s smaller than what I have seen in bull clan... or horse clans."

Damon’s lips twitched. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Is she really comparing penis of a human and a bull?

A faint exhale left him.

And she’s completely serious...

Without lingering on it, Zarhka turned and climbed onto the bed, moving with a natural ease as she settled forward onto all fours, her posture instinctive, her tail swaying lightly behind her without the slightest hint of self-consciousness.

Damon looked at her.

Paused for a fraction of a second.

No foreplay then...

The thought crossed his mind, not with surprise—but with quiet acceptance.

Then—

He stepped forward.

From behind, she stood on all fours with confidence and poise. Her bump buttocks jiggled slightly as she shifted her weight. They were round and firm. Her vagina was prominently displayed between her legs, its blackness contrasting against the pink inner folds. Upon closer inspection, Damon could see multiple folds surrounding the entrance, indicating an intricate network of nerves and sensitivity waiting to be explored.

I just need another reference point...to forget about her...as a beastwoman she won’t expect any intimacy of feelings from me..

As Damon thrust his penis deeper into Zarhka, he could feel the tightness of her entrance gripping him like velvet. Her body was unlike anything he had ever experienced before; it was warm and soft, yet firm and resilient against his hips. The sensation of pushing past her folds was exquisite, sending shivers down his spine.

It’s ...Its too different from Sahira..

N-No...don’t think about her..

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, adding an animalistic undertone to their coupling. Zarhka’s gasps and moans and determination to not think about sahira fueled his desire as he picked up the pace, pounding into her harder than before.

As few seconds passed Zarhka looked back at Damon who was still pounding into her , surprise on her face seeing him still going as she said.."Y-You...aah...mehh..not..ahh...done?"

As Damon just pushed into her...

Despite her initial confusion, Zarhka seemed to be enjoying herself too. Her breasts jiggled enticingly with each thrust, drawing him closer with every move. Her eyes were closed tightly, face contorted in pleasure as she arched her back. She was responding perfectly to his every movement, meeting him stroke for stroke.

After several more minutes of intense mating, something strange happened. Without warning, Zarhka’s body tensed up underneath him, her muscles clenching around his shaft like a fist.

"Mehhhhaah...aaahhhhh!"

A loud moan escaped her lips followed by an earth-shattering tremor that ran through her entire frame. It took Damon a moment to register what had just occurred - she had orgasmed! But it wasn’t like anything he had seen before. She simply went limp beneath him, panting heavily from the physical exertion.

Confused yet aroused, Damon continued his assault on her body until finally, he too reached climax, emptying himself deep inside her warmth. As he collapsed onto her sweat-drenched form.

Damon let out a slow breath, his chest rising and falling as he steadied himself, his gaze lowering slightly as he looked at Zarhka beneath him, her own breathing uneven.

Her face flushed in a way that was unfamiliar even to her, her body still reacting to something she clearly did not fully understand.

"W-what was dat...?" Zarhka asked, her voice carrying that heavy rolled accent, laced with confusion more than anything else.

Damon blinked once, still catching his breath.

"What?" he replied.

Zarhka shifted slightly, her brows knitting together as she tried to find the right words.

"W-what I felt..." she said.

Damon’s expression sharpened slightly as realization dawned.

"...Haven’t you had any orgasm before?" he asked.

Zarhka tilted her head, repeating the unfamiliar word slowly.

"O-oragsm...?" she echoed, then looked at him more directly, "What’s dat?"

Damon frowned.

"You’re not a virgin, are you?" he asked.

Zarhka shook her head immediately.

"No..."

Damon’s brows furrowed further as he looked at her.

"So you’ve never experienced it?" he asked, then exhaled lightly before explaining, his tone shifting into something more matter-of-fact, almost instructional.

"It’s when your body reaches a peak state of stimulation," he said, "your nervous system becomes highly activated, your muscles contract involuntarily, and your brain releases a surge of neurotransmitters like dopamine and oxytocin... it creates a strong sensation of pleasure followed by relaxation."

Zarhka stared at him, trying to process it.

"...Dat..." she muttered softly.

Then she spoke again, her tone more certain.

"De beastmen don’t go for dis long," she said, "dey just go for it... five, six seconds... and dey are done."

Damon’s eyes narrowed slightly at that.

Ohhh...I did seemed have read it somewhere

His thoughts aligned quickly.

Most animals prioritize reproduction over sustained interaction... short duration, repeated cycles...

A faint, almost amused breath left him.

So that’s the difference.

Then—

A small, quiet flicker of pride surfaced in his mind.

...And she was comparing me to bulls and horses.

Zarhka shifted again, her voice softer this time, though there was something more in it now.

"I-I want to experience it again..."

Damon paused for a moment.

Then moved away slightly, easing back as she turned onto her back, her gaze still fixed on him, no longer confused—

But curious and expectant.

With their first encounter behind them, Damon and Zarhka found themselves in the throes of pleasure once again. This time they moved into a mating press position, her tail wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer.

Her tail squeezed tighter with each stroke, holding him in place as if refusing to let go. Her breath came in short gasps against his neck, her nails digging into his skin lightly.

"Mehh....ahhh...ahhn..mmh"

Despite the pain, it only served to heighten the intensity of the moment for Damon. He could feel every inch of his penis buried deep within her folded canal, reveling in the feeling of power and control that came with it.

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room, filling the air with a primal rhythm. Zarhka’s breasts slapped against his chest, leaving red marks on his skin that only added to the fervor of their coupling. Her hips bucked upwards, meeting his forceful thrusts with equal enthusiasm.

As they moved together in perfect sync, something snapped inside Damon. Without warning, he felt himself lose control, his whole body shuddering under the weight of something unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

His pace quickened to an animalistic pace as if he had lost control, as he thought..

W-what’s happening? My body....i-it’s losing control..as his pace quickened even more , his breaths heavy as sound escaped from them..

"Ahmm...ah-mm"

"Phat!" "Phat!" "Phat!" "Krrk"

The sound of flesh slapping and bed creaking echoed loudly.

He looked at Zarhka beneath him who had already gone limp with pleasure, her pupils above her eyes...as just heavy breaths and moans escaped her lips..

I-I need to finish it quickly...as he pushed one final thrust..

His seed poured into Zarhka’s depths, filling her up completely , her body trembling as her legs locked onto his back, her back arched and whole body trembled. For a moment, they remained locked together, panting heavily from exertion.

As he pulled out of her slowly, reluctantly leaving behind a sticky trail of their combined fluids.

Damon’s body finally gave in as he sprawled onto the bed beside her, his chest rising and falling heavily, each breath uneven as a dull, throbbing pain began to spread through his head, growing sharper with every passing second.

A faint groan escaped him.

His hand moved instinctively to his forehead, fingers pressing against his temple as if trying to contain the pressure building inside, while sweat began to form along his skin, his body reacting in a way that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion alone.

...What is this...?

His thoughts struggled to stay clear.

The room seemed to tilt slightly.

His vision blurred at the edges.

A sharp pulse.

Then another.

...Did my resonance...

The thought formed, fragmented.

...activate on its own...?

His breathing grew heavier, his control slipping.

For a brief moment, his fingers clenched against the sheets.

Then—

Everything went dark.