The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 112: Damar, most especially, was so reactive

Soon, I got out of the water, one arm crossed over my breasts, shielding my nipples, and the other covering down there.

Even if they had already seen all of it, I still feel shame walking around exposed.

If I do this, it makes me feel a lot better and more confident.

"I... I’m done." I said. "You guys can go into the water now."

"Arinya, is there a reason why you’re covering up what we have already seen?" Fenric asked and I blushed.

"Well, that’s... I don’t want you to get the wrong idea." I said, turning my head aside. "What if you think I’m standing here like this because I want to m-mate?"

"But covering up doesn’t change anything." He said and I peeked down at him.

They were seated on the ground, naked and... My eyes widened... Hard, of course.

Even if I cover up like this, it doesn’t mean their instincts wouldn’t kick in.

Even when I’m clothed, they get hard just thinking about being inside me, so what’s stopping them from getting hard when I have my entire body exposed before them?

Damar had his two dicks twitching, nudging each other as he stared at me, and Fenric had his hand on his bulging dick with his eye fixed on my frame.

It looked like he wanted to stroke himself while looking at me this way and that, which made me even more embarrassed.

No, was it embarrassment or a perverted thought that crossed my mind?

How would he be when he masturbated while looking at me?

The thought that I was so desirable, even when I have rough hands, and a scratched belly made me nervous and... Tingling down there.

I’ll give the credit to this hot body. Even a hideous scar can’t stop a hot body from being the object of desire, so what’s a few rough and scratches?

"What... What are you doing?" I asked, feigning ignorance of his act.

Even Damar couldn’t stop himself anymore.

His face was heated and his eyes were bleeding with lust. If he could touch me, he would.

Then, he reached for his dicks, both of them, rubbing the heads as his pants came out haggard.

I gulped once again, feeling my clit tingle.

Staring at their hot bodies as they moved and reacted to the sight of me turned me on.

I just stood there, like an object of worship and they feasted with their eyes, while their hands did all the work.

My eyes also feasted on them, watching their every movement, how their chests heaved in and out, panting hard with shuddered breaths and grunting underneath their breaths.

Damar, most especially, was so reactive.

His eyes were squinted, as if they were going to close, but he kept them open to a minimum, not wanting to take his eyes off me even for a second.

As I watched them, I bit my bottom lip, and my hips moved.

I rubbed my thighs together, grinding against nothing, trying to feel good even as I stood there.

Whose bright idea was it to bathe first and then come out, looking like a freaking seductive water goddess while they watched?

Ah, right, it was mine. Though, I didn’t add the part of a freaking seductive water goddess, it’s just a bonus.

And that’s why we are currently in this mess.

I felt hot inside, listening to their grunts and watching them stroke themselves in pleasure.

"Ari," Damar called, mumbling my name under his breath.

"Arinya, it feels good," Fenric added, groaning and I twitched, my shoulders and nipples tingling.

It was as if I could feel those pants and hot breath directly on my skin. Their hands roaming over me, their voices in my ears and their dicks pressed to my skin, threatening to penetrate me until there was no space left to push into.

I let out a shuddering breath, sweat dripping down from my forehead, and pussy juice slowly leaking down from my pussy into my pressed thighs.

What’s this?

I just took a bath, so why am I hot and sweating?

Why can’t I think straight?

It’s almost as if I was drugged with the situation, drugged into feelings so good without being touched that it’s a crime.

I felt my needy pussy pulse, speaking to me. I want it.

Yes, I want it.

I want to put something inside me.

Something hot, thick, hard, and long... With just enough firm grit to fill me up.

Haaah, I’m at my limit.

I... I want to touch myself.

My hand over my pussy trembled until I finally touched my clit, sending a jolt over my body as I had finally given in and the suppressed desire began to manifest.

They noticed my little movement, even if it was just a finger I moved, and interpreted it however they liked.

"Looks like we’re not the only ones feeling it," Fenric said and I shuddered. "Wife, let’s mate."

I couldn’t respond to that.

In fact, it was just me being stubborn to fulfill a little fantasy of mine.

I don’t want him to be gentle. I want him to push me down, smirk at me, and take charge.

He’d tell me to stop lying to myself and then tease my entrance with his dick, waiting for me to ask for it... For me to beg for him to shove it inside me.

"Wife," I heard Damar’s voice, and snapped out of those obscene thoughts.

I looked at him, still trembling with want, and saw his lust.

No matter how many times he stroked his dicks, it wasn’t enough. Even if he cummed once or twice, it just didn’t feel the same as when he had my warmth around him.

"Let’s mate."

They had both said it but I was still proving stubborn.

My depraved mind was definitely to blame.

I turned to the side and they saw it, the juice that was rolling down from my pussy and how I bit my lip in longing.

I wanted it, it was clear. But I didn’t want it the normal way. I...

I opened my mouth and said, while barely meeting any of their gazes,

"Make me."