From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 179: First Test [18+]
Byung placed his lips on hers more firmly now, committing to the kiss with a confidence he didn’t entirely feel, his heart thumping so hard against his ribs he was certain she could hear it in the quiet room. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across their forms as he held the moment, waiting, hoping, praying she wouldn’t reject him now. The tension was unbearable—this close, he could feel the heat radiating from her powerful body, smell the faint scent of mountain air and something uniquely wild that clung to her skin. He had no idea if she would truly accept him, if this intimacy would be allowed or if her instincts would kick in and she would crush him for the presumption.
The Chieftess did accept him, her lips pressing back against his with surprising warmth, but then Byung noticed something strange happening. She was trying to force something down his throat—not in aggression, but with deliberate intent. Her mouth opened wider against his, and suddenly he felt it: she slipped her tongue past his lips and it went so deep down his throat that Byung’s eyes widened in shock. For a moment, he genuinely thought she had stuck something else entirely in his mouth—a finger, a tentacle, something impossible. The sensation was overwhelming, invasive, making his gag reflex trigger as the slick muscle pushed deeper than any tongue should be able to reach, touching the back of his throat and beyond.
He knew he couldn’t pull his head back without risking offense or breaking the moment entirely, but there was no way her tongue could be this long—it defied everything he understood about anatomy. Yet there it was, filling his mouth and throat with warm, wet pressure that made breathing difficult and his mind spin. Finally, when spots began dancing at the edges of his vision from lack of air, Byung yanked his head back forcefully to catch his breath, gasping as he broke the seal of their lips with a wet pop.
And then he saw it.
Her tongue moved like a serpent, slithering back into her mouth in coils that seemed impossible, easily a foot long—maybe more—tapering to a point that had been tickling his esophagus moments ago. It was prehensile, flexible, capable of movements no orc tongue could achieve, the surface glistening with their combined saliva in the firelight. The sight was both shocking and deeply, viscerally arousing in ways Byung hadn’t anticipated.
He was astonished by the length, his mind immediately racing to the implications, imagination conjuring images that made his already hardening cock throb with need. He could only imagine how incredible his cock would feel wrapped in those lips, that impossibly long tongue coiling around his shaft, teasing, squeezing, doing things no normal mouth ever could. The thought sent a surge of heat straight to his groin, his breath coming faster as arousal flooded his system.
She had tasted his fluids now—blood and saliva—and something in her eyes had shifted permanently. The cold distance was melting, replaced by hunger that made her red eyes glow brighter, pupils blown wide with desire that mirrored his own.
The Chieftess’s gaze dropped deliberately, tracking down his body to where his erection strained visibly against his trousers, the outline unmistakable. She noticed he was rock hard, his cock throbbing so aggressively that the fabric twitched with each pulse of blood rushing through the engorged flesh. Her eyes lingered there, studying the evidence of his arousal with the same intense focus she had shown during their duel, and she licked her lips slowly—that impossibly long tongue sliding across them in a gesture that was pure, unfiltered want.
Byung knew in that moment he was in. The test was passing. She desired him.
Without breaking eye contact, Byung pulled down his trousers with deliberate slowness, the fabric sliding down his hips and thighs to pool at his feet. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, veins standing out along the shaft, the head already glistening with precum that caught the firelight. He began to slowly stroke it, his hand wrapping around the girth with firm pressure, moving from base to tip in measured motions designed to display rather than rush toward release. Show her what she was getting. Let her watch and anticipate.
She watched with visible interest, her head tilting slightly, those red eyes tracking every movement of his hand, every flex of his fingers, the way his cock twitched and leaked more fluid with each stroke. Her breathing deepened, chest rising and falling faster, nipples pressing harder against the thin fabric of her robe.
However, Byung had no idea why he was so intensely aroused—each stroke felt like he was teetering on the edge of climax, his balls tightening, the pressure building to almost unbearable levels. Normally he had control, stamina that could last, but something about her presence, her scent, the taste of her still on his tongue, was driving him toward the edge faster than he’d ever experienced. He had to hold it in, biting his lip hard enough to taste blood again, forcing his hand to slow, using every ounce of willpower to delay the inevitable.
The Chieftess finally uncrossed her legs with agonizing slowness, the powerful muscles of her thighs flexing as she spread them apart in clear invitation. But the white robe still draped between her legs, covering her crotch and denying him the view he desperately wanted. He could only see the smooth green skin of her upper thighs, toned and scarred, disappearing into shadow and fabric that concealed her most intimate parts.
She reached forward with both hands and pulled Byung between her spread legs, her strength effortless as she brought him closer until he stood directly before her, his cock bobbing mere inches from where her hands rested on his hips. The heat radiating from her core was palpable even through the robe, and Byung’s hand continued its stroking, now aimed directly at her.
His strokes became more urgent, his breathing ragged, the wet sounds of his hand working his slick cock filling the room alongside the fire’s crackle. The Chieftess watched with rapt attention, her own arousal becoming evident—her thighs trembled slightly, her breathing hitched, and though he couldn’t see it, Byung could smell the unmistakable scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, growing stronger with each passing second. Her pussy was becoming wetter, he knew it instinctively, the evidence invisible but undeniable in the way her body responded, the flush creeping up her neck, the way her hands tightened on his hips.
"Uhn..." Byung grunted softly, his rhythm faltering as the pressure peaked. He couldn’t hold back any longer—the combination of her eyes on him, her scent filling his lungs, the memory of that tongue down his throat, it was too much. With a final stroke and a shuddering groan, Byung came.
Hot ropes of thick, hot cum erupted from his cock, splattering across her white robe in dark streaks that soaked into the fabric. More followed, coating her thighs, her lap, some even reaching her stomach, the sheer volume surprising him as his body released everything it had been holding. The Chieftess didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away—she watched the entire display with those glowing red eyes, her lips parting slightly as his seed marked her. He could see her hardened nipples, Byung wanted to taste them so bad but knew he couldn’t rush the process.
The chance would come but first, he needed to show her why his seed was better in her rather than on her.
When the last spasm passed and Byung stood there panting, his cock still hard despite having just finished, the Chieftess looked down at the mess covering her, then back up at him. And for the first time since he’d met her, the corner of her mouth twitched upward in something that might have been the ghost of a smile.
The night was only beginning.
