The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 74: Does that mean I can do it now?

"I want to do it," I flinched, hearing those words, but it was more like my body reacted proactively.

Was I also looking forward to mating with him?

I think I was.

While he did use the excuse of making babies to want to mate with me, I knew that he was more into the heat that we created when our bodies were joined.

That pleasure, that brain-melting pleasure, that even I couldn’t resist.

The instincts in us as primal beasts to be joined whenever we have the chance also played a big part.

I, as a female who wanted to have a male hold me, and he, as a male who wanted to hold the female he had marked, the female he had designated to be his world.

The female whom he would leave everything behind for.

"Oh, Fenric," I whispered as he drew closer to lick my lips.

He licked my lower lip, around my mouth, and then my upper lip. It was as if he were cleaning the mess that remained after I threw up.

"Your lips taste sweet, wife," he whispered lovingly, and I almost blanked out from embarrassment, knowing it was the fruit he was tasting that was sweet.

He licked a little more and then began to kiss me. He kissed my cheek, kissed my eye, kissed my ears, and nibbled on them while I shivered. The sensation of him messing with such a sensitive spot made my entire body quiver.

"Fenric," I called, tears brimming in my eyes.

"Wife," he called as he released my ears and then his tail curled around mine. "Call me husband."

"Ah, husband, you... I feel so weird." I said, gripping my fist tight against his chest.

"That’s because you want me to do something, right? You want me to touch you down there, right?" He said, his hand sliding down my body and then to my thighs. "Me too, wife. I want you to touch me down there."

As soon as he said that, I gulped and then looked down at his skirt to see his bulge making its presence known.

He was so horny that he could no longer hide it.

"I really want to mate with you, Arinya." He said, suddenly hugging me, as it trying to suppress himself as much as he could.

"Me too, Fenric. I want to mate with you." His eyes widened and he pulled back, looking at my face to make sure I wasn’t messing around.

I had a soft blush on my face and my eyes could not stay still... I couldn’t look him in the eye because of how embarrassed I was at admitting my own desire.

There’s nothing wrong with it, and I was just being honest, but my heart won’t calm down.

"Really, wife? Does that mean I can do it now?" He asked, looking so excited, and I noticed his bulge twitch.

Correct me if I’m wrong but it kind of looks like he’s getting bigger than before.

"Yes, I... I want to..." He didn’t even let me finish and spun me around.

I pressed my hand on the tree trunk and looked back to see what he was doing.

(Another tree. Not the tree she had thrown up in)

"That’s great, wife. I’ll make sure to do my best."

You can’t tell me that while standing behind me with a weapon of destruction.

Am I supposed to feel relieved that I can’t see it face-to-face?

Also, it seems he likes this style a lot.

Last night, when we did it with Damar, he spun me around so he could do it from behind, and they allowed me to give Damar a blowjob.

I’d like to believe it was just his way of making sure Damar didn’t just mope around while he was having his turn but then again, what if it’s really his favorite style?

"I... I can’t see you like this." I mumbled.

"But this style is great, Arinya. They said the females love this style a lot because my thing goes in deeper like this."

Well, that’s true but that’s just when we’re fucking like rabbits.

"Then, do you also like this style?" I asked him, and he nodded.

"Yes, because my thing goes in very deep and it feels great." He said, and something about the way he said it made my erotic side tingle.

I bit my lower lip, feeling sensual, and felt my clit twitch.

"B-but..." I said, turning around. "There’s another style that we can do where we can both look at each other’s face and..." I pushed his shoulder, forcing him down, and he lay on the floor, his upper body slightly raised. "...it’ll go in nice and deep."

At this point, I had lost myself to my instincts.

Not just the instincts to want to mate but an instinct that made me seek dominance over my spouse.

I wanted to be the one in control. I wanted to be the one riding him.

All this was as a result of too many fantasies being born in my head because I knew not the first thing about how to ride a man.

I was just as much of a novice as a virgin who was going into the world for the first time after just imagining bits of its bliss.

I climbed on top of Fenric, pulling my skirt up slowly and sensually while my eyes bled pleasure.

"If we do it like this, you can see me very clearly, right?"

"Y-yes, wife." He said, and I watched the movement of his Adam’s apple as he gulped.

This must be new to him, getting dominated by a female, but I can’t see any trace of loathing.

He doesn’t hate this.

Rather, he seems to fancy this idea.

"Husband, let’s do it like this, okay?" I grinned sensually. "I’ll be on top and make you feel good. What do you say?"

"Whatever wife wants," he said, looking completely brainwashed, his hands sliding up my thighs, and then it stopped at my entrance. "Like this, wife..." I could feel his heart racing and the way he had lost himself to the moment. "...I can see it very clearly. And I..." He grabbed my arm and then pulled me forward with his other hand positioned on my ass.

He looked at my pussy, his eyes swirling in lust and then he stuck his tongue out, licking his lips.

"...I want to devour it."