Transmigrating to the BeastWorld,I Picked Up an Adorable BeastHusband!-Chapter 55: She couldn’t keep up with his stamina
"Do you want this?"
Weijie didn’t even wait for her to speak. His patience had reached its absolute limit the moment that cave curtain hit the floor.
The "innocent." stoic warrior who had been gently holding her hand for days was gone, replaced by a man who looked like he wanted to devour her.
He crowded into her space, his large hands sliding from her waist to her shoulder blades, pulling her flush against his heated chest.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
"Do you have any idea.." he growled, his voice vibrating against her throat, "how hard it was to watch those males stare at you tonight?"
He didn’t wait for an answer.
He began trailing burning, impatient kisses up her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear, then down to her collarbone, grazing the ceremonial markings with his lips.
Ningning gasped, her head falling back as a jolt of pure electricity shot through her.
This wasn’t the gentle Weijie who always respected her boundaries, this was a predator who had finally caught his prize.
His lips found hers in a kiss that was desperate and hungry, tasting of the honey they’d shared earlier and the raw heat of the fire.
As his tongue teased her lips, Ningning realized with a start that he had been holding back this entire time.
He wasn’t some naive tribal boy; he was a man who had been starving for her, and he was done playing the gentleman.
He pulled back just an inch, his blue eyes blown wide with desire, searching hers for that final, silent "yes."
Ningning didn’t hesitate.
She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him back down to her. "Yes." she breathed against his lips. "I’m yours, Weijie."
That was all the permission he needed.
With a low, guttural sound of triumph, Weijie scooped her up again, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
He carried her to the bedding. A thick, luxurious pile of soft moss and the finest furs the tribe possessed.
He laid her down, his heavy frame following her, pinning her to the soft furs as the firelight flickered against the cave walls, casting their joined shadows in a dance of their own.
The drums in the distance were nothing but a faint heartbeat compared to the roar of their own blood.
"If you’re hurting, tell me. If I can’t hear you, you bite me. I may not be as gentle as I am now as we progress.."
Ningning smiled, her fingers trailing down his chest.
"Don’t worry, I can handle a beast like you."
Weijie’s lips blazed a trail of fire across Ningning’s skin, each kiss a brand that seared away the last remnants of her modern-world inhibitions.
Her clothes were no match for his urgency. With a growl that echoed the primal drums beating in the distance, he tore the garment away, the fabric ripping like a sacrificial offering in the flickering cave light.
Ningning lay bare beneath him, her body a canvas of soft curves and flushed skin, her face burning with a embarrassment that made her heart race.
This was it, her first time, not just in this ancient world, but in both her lives.
The cool air of the cave kissed her exposed flesh, making her nipples harden into tight peaks, but it was Weijie’s heated gaze that truly set her ablaze.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he discarded his fur skirt, his massive form towering over her.
His shlong, thick, veined, and already throbbing with need, stood proud, and a fresh wave of terror washed over her.
In her mind, she flashed back to those late-night Wikipedia dives back in her original life: male snakes had two hemipenes, right?
Was Weijie the same, with his serpentine beastman blood? One was intimidating enough, pulsing with a heat that defied his cold-blooded nature. Two? She’d die from it, she was sure.
But there was no time to voice her fears; Weijie’s eyes, those piercing blue orbs, locked onto hers with a hunger that silenced everything else.
Positioning himself between her legs, he loomed like a predator claiming his prey.
The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, a furnace that made her wonder if his beast side had some fiery magic after all.
Weren’t snakes supposed to be cold?
This one burned like the sun.
He licked his lips, pushing his wild hair back with one hand, his muscles rippling under his skin. "You’re beautiful down there." he whispered, his voice a rough rumble that vibrated through her. His eyes searched hers as he leaned in, trailing more kisses down her neck until he reached her breasts. "Your bosoms... I couldn’t stop thinking about them since the day I felt them against my back. So soft, so perfect, just like you."
Ningning gasped as his mouth descended on her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before he sucked it deep, his teeth grazing just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain through her.
He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, licking, sucking, and nipping until she arched beneath him, her hands clutching at the furs.
His free hand wandered lower, fingers tracing the curve of her belly before delving between her thighs. He found her vagina, already wet and aching. Gently flicked her clit, making her cry out in surprise. "Fuck!" she moaned, the modern word slipping from her lips unbidden, a secret reminder of her other life.
But he didn’t stop.
His kisses ventured southward, his breath hot against her inner thighs as he spread her legs wider.
He bit down gently on the soft flesh, leaving a ring of red marks, hickeys that would bruise and remind her of this night for days.
One bite, then another, each one higher, closer to her core, until his mouth was right there, hovering over her folds.
With a low hiss, he dove in, his tongue lapping at her vagina like a man possessed. He licked her with long, deliberate strokes, tasting her essence as if it were the sweetest honey from the best hives.
Ningning’s hips bucked involuntarily, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked on her clit, then plunged his tongue deeper, exploring her with an animalistic fervor that made her head spin.
The hickeys multiplied across her thighs and hips, each one a possessive mark from his teeth, branding her as his.
She writhed under his assault, the pleasure building like a storm, but Weijie wasn’t done. He pulled back just enough to flip their positions, guiding her to straddle his chest.
"Taste me now." he commanded, his voice thick with desire, though he didn’t know the word "blow job" as she did in her mind.
Ningning, emboldened by the fire in her veins, slid down his body, her hands trembling as she wrapped them around his shlong. It was even more intimidating up close.
Thick and ridged, with a slight curve that hinted at his beastly heritage.
Was there another one hidden away?
The thought thrilled and terrified her, but she pushed it aside, leaning in to take him into her mouth.
She licked the tip first, tasting the salty musk of him, then engulfed as much as she could, her lips stretching around his girth.
Weijie groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she bobbed her head, sucking and swirling her tongue along his length.
It was messy, eager, and raw..the kind of act she’d only read about in novels, but here, in this cave, it felt primal and right.
When he couldn’t take any more, Weijie flipped her back onto the bed, his body covering hers in the position he craved.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his shlong pressing against her slick folds.
"You’re mine." he growled, his eyes locked on hers as he thrust forward, burying himself inside her vagina with a single, powerful stroke.
Ningning cried out, the stretch bordering on pain, but the pleasure overwhelmed it.
"It will only hurt for a moment. I won’t hurt you." Weijie kissed her chin, hoping to ease her pain.
He moved with a rhythm that was both loving and ferocious, his hips snapping against hers, each thrust deeper than the last.
After this, Ningning couldn’t recall just what day they were in.
She left like she had been inside the cave for hours.
She couldn’t tell when the sun rose or when it fell.
Could tell when the moon was up or when it was down.
Only the occasionally hooting from owls or howling of wolves was she able to tell it was nighttime.
Her legs felt like jelly, and her lower region was beginning to ache.
"Weijie.." she bit her lips as she tapped his shoulder, her vision getting heavier with each tap.
"Weijie. I can’t go on anymore.." Ningning couldn’t recognize her own voice.
It had cracked beyond recognition.
At begining she had feared him having two penises would be the death of her.
Now she realized, the strength differences between them was too much.
She couldn’t keep up with his stamina.
