The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 184: I will Live an Eternal Life for My Lovers!

Titania’s brows pinched together in deep, pained furrows, creating little creases at the bridge of her nose, while fresh tears kept welling up and overflowing, lashes clumping together in wet spikes.

Every few seconds a soft, broken hiccup escaped her throat. Not loud, just enough to make her whole frame shudder against mine.

She wasn’t shouting or screaming.

Just crying in this heartbreakingly silent way, tears drenching my face, my neck, the hollow of my collarbone, as if all the centuries of buried grief were finally leaking out through her eyes.

I let it flow for a long moment.

Like some kind of sadist, watching her like this—small, vulnerable, completely open—started stirring something deeper inside me than raw lust.

It was real feelings. The kind that settle heavy in your chest and refuse to leave.

It felt like this: when you sign a contract for a massive job, and you can already see in your mind exactly how perfect the finished work is going to look, that pre-emptive rush of satisfaction and pride washing over you before you’ve even started.

That’s what hit me right then.

It’s certain: I will never let her cry again.

"Titania, I want to start moving," I murmured against her temple, voice low and careful as her sniffing slowly quieted, breaths evening out into shaky little exhales.

Then I slid both hands down to her petite ass, my fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh, gripping just firmly enough to lift her slightly off my lap before I slammed my hips upward in one smooth, fervent thrust.

I was not being rough or brutal, just deep and insistent, filling her completely each time I drove back in.

She moaned through the tears still clinging to her lashes, high and broken at first, then melting into something needier.

Her fingers dug into my back, nails biting crescent moons into my skin as she clung tighter, body rocking with every upward snap of my hips.

I pistoned into her steadily, feeling her walls clench and ripple around me like they were trying to pull me deeper, wet heat coating my cock with every withdrawal and plunge.

When I sensed her body beginning to relax into the motion, with her sobs replaced by soft, gasping whimpers, I picked up speed.

The lewd, unmistakable sounds filled the room: plup—plup—plup—flesh slapping wetly against flesh in quick, moving smacks, each impact sending little jolts through her petite frame.

The slick glide of my cock sliding in and out of her tight, dripping pussy made obscene squelching noises every time I bottomed out, her juice dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets beneath us.

Her small breasts bounced with every thrust, pale pink nipples stiff and flushed darker, brushing against my chest in teasing little grazes that made my pulse hammer harder.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate; with sweet, keening cries that pitched higher with each deep stroke: "Aah—! B-Benjamin—! Nnnh—! So deep, so deep—!"

Her voice cracked on every word, still thick with the remnants of tears, but now laced with raw pleasure.

Her thighs trembled around my hips, inner muscles spasming erratically as I angled my thrusts to grind against that sensitive spot inside her, making her whole body jerk and arch like she’d been shocked.

And then I looked at her.

There she was; short-stack Titania, silver hair loose and wild, strands plastered to her sweaty cheeks and forehead, her pussy devouring my penis with an expression of pure, unsightly glee of her face.

Her violet eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with ecstasy, tears still leaking from the corners but now mixed with dazed bliss.

Her tongue lolled out slightly, pink and wet, drool gathering at the corner of her mouth as she panted and rocked her hips down to meet every upward slam.

She looked completely lost in it, her face flushed crimson, lips parted in a sloppy, blissful smile, small hands clutching my shoulders like lifelines while her pussy swallowed me over and over in greedy, fluttering pulls.

Yes. Namadris has died. Cry for him one last time.

But... focus on me now. I’m here.

And it became a goal; not too long ago, but solidifying with every thrust:

I will live an eternal life.

Elara, Sakura, Sara, and the rest of my lovers... those women aren’t simply long-lived.

They literally have no lifespan at all.

Elara—Lotus told me—was born from the daughter of the goddess Artemis herself, and her father was a human elevated to godhood, likewise granted eternal life.

So Elara was either going to be truly eternal or live so many generations that the difference didn’t matter.

The same went for Sara; unlike her other sisters, she came from a powerful Demigod dwarf rumored to have existed since the very dawn of life itself.

And then there were Sakura and her sisters, and now Titania and the fairies.

These girls aren’t going to grow old and die naturally. They’re eternal, mostly.

I know what happened to Leorin. I know what happened to Namadris. The immense, crushing sadness they left behind because they died.

I’ve learned from them: my predecessors.

So I will get stronger. I’ll reach god-level.

I will protect what I have now, and everything I’ll have in the future.

I will neither age nor allow myself to be killed.

I love not just for myself anymore. That’s why.

I was still buried deep inside Titania, my hips rolling in slow, steady thrusts even as my mind wandered through those heavy thoughts.

And with her vagina contracting around me like that—tight, fluttering spasms gripping my cock every time I hit her cervix—it didn’t take long at all before the pressure built to breaking point.

I came hard, groaning low in my throat as thick ropes of cum flooded her womb.

Pulse after pulse painted her insides white while I squeezed our bodies together.

Chest to chest, her small breasts squished against me, her silver hair spilling loose across my shoulder like cool silk.

I held her there, hips locked flush, letting every last drop of semen baptize her deepest parts, while feeling her walls milk me greedily through the aftershocks.

The truth was that, I usually wavered whenever the topic of kids came up—