From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 180: Moan For Me. [18+]

Byung came hard, his body shuddering with the intensity of release, but even as the last spurts of cum splattered across the Chieftess’s robe and thighs, he felt the familiar hum of the system in his veins—energy already replenishing, his cock remaining stubbornly hard despite having just emptied himself. He had the stamina to keep going, the evolution ensuring his body could perform far beyond normal limits, recovery measured in seconds rather than minutes. The Chieftess noticed this immediately, her red eyes flicking down to his still-erect shaft with something that looked like approval, perhaps even satisfaction. Warriors who claimed strength but wilted after one release had always disgusted her. This was different.

The way his cum dripped down her body in thick rivulets, soaking into the white fabric and staining her green skin, Byung knew right away it was game over for any resistance she might have had. He had seen the effects his semen had on Maui and Naruz—the way their pupils dilated, skin flushed warmer, arousal spiking to almost frenzied levels within minutes of contact. His semen was of the highest quality, potent with whatever the system had done to his biology, and even more so since his evolution had pushed him beyond normal goblin physiology into something hybrid and enhanced. It acted like a drug, an aphrodisiac that bypassed conscious thought and went straight to primal need.

Byung watched in fascination as her skin seemed to absorb his semen where it touched bare flesh, the green fluid disappearing into her pores like water into parched earth. But he had no idea how her biology actually worked—she was immune to Vrognut’s paralysis poison, her muscles could harden to steel-like density at will, and now this. Was she absorbing nutrients? Enhancing herself? Or was this something else entirely, some orc trait he didn’t understand? The questions flickered through his mind but were quickly dismissed as irrelevant. What mattered was the effect: her breathing grew heavier, her thighs trembling slightly, the scent of her arousal intensifying until it filled the room like incense.

The Chieftess rose to her feet suddenly, standing to her full seven-and-a-half-foot height, towering over him with the presence of a goddess carved from living stone. Byung was standing right beneath her, forced to crane his neck back to meet her eyes, and in doing so he couldn’t help but see the underside of her gigantic breasts straining against the robe—heavy, full, the fabric barely containing them, nipples pressing through like twin peaks demanding attention.

And without thinking, acting on pure instinct and the confidence that had carried him this far, Byung pushed her torso with both hands—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to catch her off-guard. She fell backward onto the bed with a surprised grunt, her eyes widening fractionally as her back hit the furs, white hair splaying around her like a halo. The look on her face was priceless—shock that he had dared, that anyone would dare put hands on her in such a way.

Byung didn’t give her time to recover or retaliate. He quickly climbed onto the bed and up her torso, his smaller frame scrambling over her body with the agility his goblin heritage provided. He moved past her breasts, hands gripping the robe for leverage, knees finding purchase on either side of her ribs. Before the Chieftess could fully react—her hands beginning to rise, whether to push him off or pull him closer unclear—Byung had already slipped beneath her robe, diving into the fabric like a swimmer into water to avoid her hands.

His trajectory was clear: between her legs. He moved with purpose, hands sliding down her stomach, feeling the hard muscle beneath smooth skin, then lower, past her navel, until he reached the apex of her thighs. The heat there was incredible, the scent of her arousal overwhelming this close, musky and sweet. Her pussy was slick, glistening with wetness that had soaked through the robe, and Byung wasted no time—he reached his destination and slipped his tongue inside, parting her folds with the tip before plunging deeper.

The sensation that rocked her body was something she had never felt before—centuries of existence and no one had ever dared, ever succeeded in getting this close, this intimate. Her back arched off the bed involuntarily, thighs clamping around Byung’s head with crushing force that would have killed a normal goblin instantly. But he endured, the pressure immense but not unbearable, and he kept working his tongue, exploring her insides.

She began to moan, but it wasn’t what Byung was used to hearing from Maui or Naruz—their voices were musical, melodic.

The Chieftess’s sounds were guttural, primal, more like grunting than traditional moans.

"Hngh... unh... mmph..." Deep, bass notes that vibrated through her chest and into his body pressed against her. The sounds were raw, unrefined, as if her vocal cords had never been trained for softness, only battle cries and commands delivered through gesture.

"Grr... ahh... hnf..." Each grunt punctuated by another involuntary clench of her thighs, her hips bucking slightly as pleasure surged through nerves that had been dormant for lifetimes.

The way way her inner walls felt was something else, they were so fucking tight.

Byung found her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, the swollen nub begging for attention, and he focused there—licking in slow circles, then faster flicks, alternating pressure and rhythm to keep her off-balance. Her body responded immediately, thighs trembling, stomach muscles contracting in waves he could feel against his chest. He explored her pussy with the thoroughness of someone mapping uncharted territory, his tongue delving deep to taste her essence, then withdrawing to trace her folds, finding spots that made her grunt louder— "Ungh! Hnh..."—sounds torn from her throat without conscious control.

Her hands finally found him beneath the robe, fingers tangling in his hair with bruising force, not pulling him away but holding him there, grinding his face harder against her soaking pussy. The message was clear: don’t stop. More. Harder. Byung obliged, his tongue working overtime, jaw aching from the effort but driven by the knowledge that he was succeeding where countless others had failed.

He licked, sucked, teased, his own arousal building again as her taste flooded his mouth and her sounds of pleasure—those raw, animalistic grunts—filled his ears like the sweetest music.

The Chieftess was losing control, her legendary composure crumbling under the assault of sensations she had never allowed herself to experience. Her body was being explored in ways she had never thought possible, every nerve ending lighting up like stars across a night sky. And the goblin between her legs—this anomaly, this evolved creature who had survived her killing intent and drawn her blood—was proving himself worthy in ways that went beyond combat.

"Grnh... ahh... hnngh!" Her grunts grew louder, more desperate, as the first true climax of her existence built like a storm gathering strength.