The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 117: H-Hey, Stop Spreading Me Like That (Yuri)

Tesa shoved the short green skirt down next, kicking it off impatiently. The deep green dotted panties followed—silk peeling away from her soaked vagina with an obscene, sticky drag.

Clear strings of arousal clung to the fabric as she dragged it down her thighs, leaving her completely bare. Her pussy was flushed dark pink, with the lips swollen and glistening, her clit peeking out from its hood, with a thick bead of liquid sliding down her inner thigh.

She dropped back down immediately, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Titania’s dark green panties. She peeled them, tremendously slow, down Titania’s thighs.

The soaked silk clung stubbornly to the slick folds of pussy for a second before releasing with a loud, wet schlick.

Titania’s bare vagina was revealed inch by inch: smooth, hairless mound, outer lips puffy and dark, inner folds glistening and parted slightly, and her clit throbbing visibly.

A thick strand of arousal stretched from the panties to her entrance before snapping. Titania whimpered at the cool air hitting her overheated flesh.

While Tesa worked the panties the rest of the way off Titania’s ankles, Tera shifted her grip. She turned Titania’s face toward her with gentle fingers under the chin.

Tera turned Titania’s face toward her with gentle fingers under the chin.

"Titania, me as well," she whispered, voice husky and low. "Ah... you’re so cute..."

Then their mouths crashed together.

There were no much introduction or foreplay. Just two lips smashing together hard enough to nearly cause bruise.

Tera’s tongue speared straight in, thick and demanding, forcing Titania’s mouth open wider. And Titania’s tongue met it in a frantic clash—wet, slippery muscle grinding against muscle, sliding, shoving, curling in messy figure-eights.

Saliva flooded them immediately; it poured over their lower lips, ran down chins in messy rivulets, dripped onto Titania’s heaving chest.

Their tongues fucked each other’s mouths; deep and aggressive thrusts followed by desperate lapping, teeth clacking, lips sucking so hard they swelled.

Titania’s moans vibrated into Tera’s throat; and Tera answered with a guttural growl, biting Titania’s lower lip and tugging until it stretched before releasing with a filthy smack.

Tera’s hands didn’t stop there. Both of her palms took Titania’s small breasts, squeezing the soft mounds until flesh bulged between her fingers.

She dragged her thumbs roughly over the erect pink nipples, then pinched them hard—nails digging in just enough to sting—before rolling the swollen buds between thumb and forefinger.

She pushed them inward, flattening them against the areolas, then pulled outward sharply, stretching the sensitive tips until Titania’s back bowed off Tera’s chest with a strangled scream.

"A-Ahn! Tera—too much—hnnngh!"

Tera ignored the plea, pinching harder, twisting, then soothing with quick flicks of her thumbnails. Titania’s nipples darkened to angry rose under the abuse, leaking tiny beads of sweat that rolled down the curves of her breasts.

Tesa watched the display with dazed silver eyes, her pupils blown black. Her long silver hair hung in disheveled curtains around her flushed face.

She stared at Titania’s exposed pussy; the lips parted, glistening, dripping steadily onto the sheets. A thick strand of arousal slid slowly down Titania’s perineum toward her ass.

Tesa reached out with two fingers and spread the slick folds apart. The inner lips peeled open with a soft, obscene squelch. Clear fluid welled up immediately, dripping in slow, viscous strings from Titania’s entrance to the cleft of her ass.

"H-Hey, stop spreading me like tha—!" Titania tried to protest, voice cracking, but Tera captured her mouth again, swallowing the words in another brutal tongue-fuck.

Tesa pressed two fingers inside.

They slid in easily—Titania was drenched, walls fluttering around the intrusion. The tight heat sucked greedily at her knuckles as she pushed deeper, curling upward.

Titania’s hips snapped forward with a choked scream. Her back arched violently off Tera’s chest; legs kicked once, then locked straight. Her small body convulsed—inner walls clamping down like a fist around Tesa’s fingers—and she came instantly.

A high, keening wail tore from her throat. Her pussy spasmed, gushing a hot rush of fluid that soaked Tesa’s hand and wrist, splattering onto the sheets in rhythmic pulses.

Her clit throbbed visibly, untouched yet pulsing in time with each contraction. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as her whole body shook.

"My, my!" Tesa smiled, her voice husky, licking her swollen lips. "Was cute old Titania so pent-up? I suppose Benjamin Mark is in for one hell of a course, no?"

She didn’t wait for an answer before she started fucking Titania with her fingers—hard, fast, relentless. The wet squelching sounds filled the room—loud, filthy schlurps every time her knuckles slammed against Titania’s entrance.

Each thrust forced more arousal out; it ran in thick streams down Titania’s ass crack, pooled beneath her, soaked the sheets dark.

Titania cried out—sensual, broken wails—gripping Tera’s arms so hard her nails left red crescents. Her legs arched high, thighs trembling, toes curling as shockwaves ripped through her petite frame.

Every brutal plunge made her hips buck wildly, pussy clenching and fluttering, trying to keep Tesa’s fingers inside even as they pistoned out.

Tesa pulled her hand free with a wet pop. Her fingers were drenched, shining, webbed with thick strands of Titania’s cum.

Then she swung one leg over Titania’s hip, straddling her thigh. And their pussies connected—hot, slick, swollen lips kissing with a filthy squish.

Tesa ground down hard with no teasing buildup, and no gentle circles—it was simply raw, aggressive scissoring. Clits smashed together on every forward roll; inner lips dragged and rubbed, spreading slick everywhere.

The wet friction was obscene—loud, slapping smacks mixed with slippery glides. Titania’s eyes rolled back, the whites showing, and her mouth falling open in a continuous, wordless moan. Her hips jerked upward instinctively, chasing more contact.

Tera leaned down and licked Titania’s face—broad, hungry strokes of her tongue across cheek, jaw, temple—lapping up tears and sweat like she was starving.

Tesa’s rhythm grew more frantic. Her face twisted, and her brows furrowed. Then her lips pulled back from her teeth, silver eyes glazing over.

Her pussy ground down harder, her own clit catching against Titania’s with every brutal roll. A sudden, violent shudder ripped through her. She threw her head back and came with a guttural cry.