The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 39: Wait, Was Sakura Falling in Love… with Me?

I gripped Sakura’s hips, thrusting up to meet her, slamming into her cervix with every stroke.

In response, her pussy squeezed me like a fleshy fist, her juices dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets.

She soon leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, as her claws lightly pierced me. She had begun to bounce faster, evidently chasing her peak.

"I’m... I’m going to cum..." she whimpered, voice breaking. "Cum with me... please... fill me up... my love!!"

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I drove up my hip harder one last time, burying my thick meat slab deeper into her vagina. And I came: it was syrupy and warm, completely flooding her womb in pulses...

I haven’t been thinking about it much... but these women are going to get pregnant if I keep doing this, right?

Sakura screamed from ecstasy, as her body stiffened. Her pussy tightened passionately around me as she came too. I felt her squirting in sharp bursts which soaked my stomach and thighs in her love juice.

We stayed locked together, panting, and our foreheads pressed together.

She trembled slightly in my arms, clear aftershocks rippling through her.

And I felt that strangeness again.

So I looked into her amber eyes. Again, they were so soft, so vulnerable... And also, something mysterious was gleaming in there.

She was totally different from when we first met. Was it because we were now getting along?

No... I know this thing: Sara and Elara gives it off strongly sometimes.

What’s more is that... she called me "her love" back there, didn’t she?

Wait, was Sakura falling in love... with me?

Meh. I shrugged the thought away.

I was getting too arrogant—way too arrogant—these days. I mean, Sakura is this calculating queen of the beasts who outsmarted Elara like it was nothing.

I bet she’s about 10 millennia old too. She probably has met with countless, more astounding, god-touched in the past; I couldn’t be anything so special...

But... the way she kissed me again: that painfully slow motion, the tenderness, something that was lingering for so long...

You know, it makes it hard to dismiss completely.

***

SAKURA’S POV

A week had passed since Benjamin Mark was brought to Shishi-no-su, though the majority of that time had been spent in deep, evolution slumber while his body remade itself into something greater.

He awakened on the seventh day, and even then the first thing he did was pull me into his arms and take me with such a craving that left us both breathless and trembling on the silk sheets.

According to our original agreement, he now had only a week remaining before he would leave. After that, he would return back to the Verdant Spire... To Elara and those Amazons who had managed to fascinate his heart so much.

I, Sakura, the Beast Queen of Shishi-no-su, found myself torn in a way I had never experienced before.

A part of me was entirely ready to release him...

Because I had promised to, because I respected his freedom more than anything, and because forcing him to stay would only dim the light that made him so radiant.

A face of Benjamin that brooded sorrowfully... I never want to see it.

Yet another part of me burned with this possessive fire, my alarm bells screaming that if Elara ever laid her hands on him again I might never see him...

I might have to steal him once more in the dead of night, like the thief I had already proven myself to be.

In the end... I chose the warmer path: I would spend every remaining moment with him as tenderly as possible. So, if he wished to stay after that, I would welcome him with open arms and an open heart.

If he still longed for the forest and the women who had sheltered him first, I would let him go... even if doing so would carve pieces out of me which I might never recover.

*

We visited the dojo on the eighth day.

The wide wooden floor shone under the afternoon light that poured through high paper screens.

Kurosawa Ren, our god-touched, waited there, with two short straight swords already in his hands, their blades catching the sunlight, making them seem like liquid silver.

On the other hand, Benjamin held a spear, the shaft smooth and balanced, but the point sharp enough to split a single hair.

They bowed to each other with perfect courtesy, then began.

Ren moved like a flowing water: utterly precise, efficient, and rightly deadly.

Benjamin moved like a storm that had somehow gained etiquettes:

Every thrust of his spear carried the unmistakable imprint of the Amazons—raw power tempered by grace, and roughness channeled by loyalty.

Ren won, of course; a very few in this world could match him in pure swordsmanship.

But Benjamin certainly pressed him hard, and forced him to use techniques he rarely displayed. Even left bruises on Ren’s forearms and a faint smile on his lips when the match ended.

After their match, Ren threw his arm on Benjamin’s shoulder.

"Hey, bro, it took me fifteen years to evolve." He said quietly, "you managed it in roughly two weeks. Congratulations, my compatriot! You are already walking a path many will never touch. You might manage a Spirit Bomb one day."

"Ehhh? Cut it out! You’re heavy!"

"C’mon! Carry me! God-touched have a strong connection to each other, you know? I’m basically your little brother now."

"As if! And you’re older than me."

I watched their camaraderie from the side, my arms folded beneath my breasts, and my tail still.

Benjamin only ducked his head, exhausted, but still managed to murmur thanks to Ren for the sparring session.

It may appear merely as jest... but I knew the truth Ren had spoken.

In time—perhaps very little time—Benjamin would become one of the strongest beings in Elyndor. If not the strongest.

And the terrifying, beautiful certainty that settled in my chest was this: he would never use that power to hurt anyone. Never. I could stake my very life to vouch for that.

*

Most of our remaining days were simply filled with sex, intimacy, and more sex.

With my sisters, who now looked at him with adoration instead of arrogance.

With the female attendants who blushed and trembled whenever he smiled at them.

With Usagi and Silverøse and even Lily, whose golden-brown ears would flush crimson every time Benjamin squeezed them. As if she wasn’t the leader of a district... Well, I’m not one to talk.

Sometimes we—