CHAPTER 317: Taming
It's like sitting on a bed of nails.
"…Eat up quick… No. I gotta soak that pussy nice and sloppy so it squirts the second I slam in, so eat slow."
"…"
Scrape, scrape—!
"Fuckin' hell… Stirrin' up that pussy again's got me all worked up and it's pissin' me off. Just eat already! Why the fuck you pickin' at it like that?!"
"…"
Every time I take a spoonful of rice—like some dried fish hangin' from the ceiling, spoon, glance at her, spoon, glance—there's Urga sis sprawled buck-naked on the bed, legs splayed wide toward me.
Urga sis is finger-fuckin' her pink pussy that contrasts so hot against her bronze skin, sometimes urging me on, sometimes coaxin' me to take it slow.
More precisely, she switches reactions on a set pattern—every time I look up.
My ass is on pins and needles, but at the table, whatever's slidin' down my throat past my gullet seems to be rice at least, so I'm eatin'.
I remember droolin' over the spread when I first sat down, but now that hungry beast starin' me down—
Lickin' her chops top to bottom for her prey—has me tasteless despite all my favorite dishes piled high.
Quit actin' up so much already!
Yeah, tell me about it.
Who'da thought teasin' her a bit would make her gear up today to straight-up devour me.
"Huuu… Even watchin' you eat is sexy, huuu… Fuck, should I just rail you? Nah, gotta keep some pride…"
"…"
She said she'd wait in bed, but can't hold back—throwin' sex appeal at me so blatant shows how dead set Urga sis is today.
"…Just admit it honestly, what's the big deal…"
"What?! The fuck you just say?!"
"…Didn't say shit."
Tch, can't even squeak.
Sayin' she has a service kink—what's so wrong? Honestly, Urga sis acts tough, but she's got a sneaky subby joy, a bit of masochism.
Not as bad as Christia, but smack her ass and she'll drool, then later shake it herself beggin' to creampie her pussy, throwin' a fit for it.
Always the wild, strong big sis, perfect homemaker, wise wife image—but in bed, sometimes beast, sometimes cute lil' piglet.
How can I not tease?
Of course, the price is now: Urga sis geared up for full-on breeding fuck, and me as her prey under that gaze.
"Just fuck me raw? Nah, fatten up livestock before eatin' 'em, gotta stuff my belly full so you pump my pussy nonstop, huu…"
"…"
"…What're you starin' at?!"
Objectively, subjectively—any guy'd love this.
Fierce top beauty cravin' me, demandin' to mate—which dude with a cock'd say no?
But separate from the boiling male breeding urge inside me, every glance at Urga sis makes me wanna bend, submit—
Yet can't look away from that hypnotic body: scary but horny, wanna pound but terrified, weird mix nonstop.
You're gettin' psychologically dominated right now!
Psychologically dominated?
Y'know, like when you face a beast and your legs freeze up? Heard that before? Same shit! That's why she's starin' like she gonna eat ya whole!
Legs tremblin' at a beast's growl? Supposedly infrasound humans can't hear.
Read somethin' like that. Female elephants in heat use it to lure males—long-range detection.
Can't flat-out deny—Urga sis lived wild her whole life with wolves and beasts.
'With saints and magic around, no way a barbarian skips infrasound?'
Mentioned before: harsh environments evolve critters. Wolves not tamed by humans lived with sis like that maybe.
"…"
"Hmph, whatcha lookin' at? My pussy that tasty-lookin'? Horny enough, come fuck it. But think twice? No lullaby for you tonight—gonna milk your baby pouch dry till I'm knocked up."
Hearin' that spikes human fear and breeding lust—hypothesis gainin' meat.
Why not flip the table BAM and take control? She'd freak! Maybe 'Breeder's got that dominance?!' and just cream herself…
Tempted by SD Character, but cleanup's a pain—more than that, flippin' sis's lovingly made spread? Beyond dominance, straight insult.
"Huh? What's up?"
Silent, I shove the half-bowl rice—no sides—down my gullet, chompin' wild.
Urga sis, still legs wide provokin' me, quirks at my weird move—but short-lived.
"Kuh… That hungry for sis's body? Or givin' up knowin' you can't win, goin' all-in?"
Soon strokin' her glossy bronze skin, fondlin' tits, spreadin' pussy—tease and taunt nonstop—finally flustered at my next move.
"Wh-what? Where?"
"…"
Sudden: I bolt kitchen to living room side—master bedroom by design, but half junk storage.
If I shook at table, she'd saunter in and devour; bed? Straight pounce like female mantis on male.
Plan foiled—I emerge done with business, but sis spots me, licks chops, starts actin' cute.
"C'mon quick… ram that cock wild… knock me up…♥"
"…"
"…Hm?"
Thud thud—I approach silent; she quirks but gulps hard at my raging hard-on, eyes blissful like Eleonora.
"Wanna fuck you?"
"Yeah yeah! Gimme that, gimme cock! Squelch, slam it deep one shot! See?! My pussy's droolin' for it! Hurry, hand it over!"
Masturbatin' solo earlier—cock inches away, she stares up, pussy spread, can't hold back.
What she thinkin'?
Want me lunge beast-mode and pound?
Or wrap me in arms/legs, milk my cock dry soon as I nestle in?
No clue.
Old sis? Maybe. Now? Beast incarnate.
How read a beast's mind?
Dad raised pigs 30 years—still can't always tell what they think.
What magic I got to read this wild boar right in fronta me?
But don't need to read.
Boars beasts by class, but no claws/teeth like tiger/lion, no massive roar—caught by humans, livestock now.
"Sis, wanna take ya from behind…"
"Behind? Hmm… behind, huh… kuh… fine! Tired waitin', special—this once, do what you want!"
No idea my thoughts—'human' like me—she flips,
Ass up proud beast-style on all fours, wigglin' a bit.
"There, good? Now fuck me doggy quick."
"Sure, gotta…"
Click—
"First, fix that habit."
"…Huh?"
Urga sis blurts dumbstruck at the dog collar snapped on her neck.