The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 130: Playing with a Girl’s Private Part Feels Perverted When She Asks You to Impregnate Her

Chapter 130: Playing with a Girl’s Private Part Feels Perverted When She Asks You to Impregnate Her

Droplets clung to her inner thighs in thick beads before rolling down in slow, glistening trails, soaking the hem of her shorts until the black fabric turned almost see-through, clinging transparently to the plump shape of her mound and the cleft between her lips.

I could feel the excess running over my hand in warm streams, dripping off my elbow in steady plops.

For a split second I worried she’d get dehydrated from how much liquid poured out—her body shaking, breath ragged, every muscle trembling as if she might shatter from the intensity.

"Y... You jerk!" Roselyn gasped, voice cracking on every syllable.

She lunged forward and latched onto my ear—hot, wet mouth sealing over the lobe, tongue rolling in slow, serpentine circles that sent electric shocks straight down my spine.

She sucked hard, with her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to sting, then dragged her tongue along the shell of my ear in broad, sloppy strokes.

From there she moved to my neck—lips pressing open-mouthed kisses that turned into wet, sucking bites, tongue lapping at the pulse point in long, dragging licks that left glistening trails of saliva cooling on my skin.

Each motion made my cock throb harder against the confines of my pants, the sensation building like fire under my nerves.

"Let me... get back at... you!"

GASP! Don’t tell me...!

H-Her hands flew down to my waistband without warning!

Her fingers deft and sure, she yanked the button open in one rough pull, and shoved my pants low enough to free my erection.

It sprang out, thick and painfully hard, veins standing out along the surface, head already slick with pre-cum that beaded at the slit.

Crap! I’m finished!

She met me with the same savage intensity I’d been using on her.

One small hand wrapped around the base of my penis—her fingers barely meeting around the base—while the other gripped higher, just below the head.

Strengthening magic flared through her palms; I felt the sudden surge of power make her grip impossibly tight yet perfectly controlled, like being wrapped by a python.

She started stroking immediately—fast, twisting pulls that dragged from root to tip in one smooth motion, then reversed with a sharp downward twist that made the skin slide over the swollen head.

Her thumbs pressed firmly against the base, rubbing hard circles over the sensitive frenulum with every upstroke, while her fingers squeezed rhythmically around the dick, milking it from base to tip like she was trying to wring every drop out of me.

Pre-cum welled up in thick beads with each pass, coating her palms until they glided slick and hot, the wet schlick-schlick sounds matching the rhythm of my fingers inside her.

She varied the pace deliberately—gradual and teasing drags that let me feel every ridge of her palm, then sudden fast pumps that made my balls tighten and my hips jerk forward involuntarily.

Her grip twisted at the head on every upstroke, rotating her wrist so the pad of her thumb scraped directly over the slit, spreading the leaking fluid until my entire length shone wet and glossy.

Playing with a girl’s private parts—fingers buried knuckle-deep in Roselyn’s spasming heat—while watching another girl spread her legs for me, her black panties stretched tight over her soaked mound, and her skirt ridden high, one hand squeezing her breast through her shirt...

"Fine! I accept your challenge!" I growled low into Roselyn’s ear, voice rough and guttural.

She winced, a sharp inhale against my neck.

"Cha... Challenge...? What are you talking about?"

I licked the shell of her ear in slow, wet circles—mirroring what she’d done to me—then dragged my tongue down the side of her neck, tasting salt and sugar.

"You’re trying to tell me you can hold your orgasm," I breathed hot against her skin, lips brushing the pulse point, "then let’s see who can cum first!"

"Geez, you rascal..." She retaliated by rolling her tongue around my earlobe again, sucking it into her mouth with a wet pop. "Then it’s on! If I win, you’re getting me pregnant!"

"Eh? You’re just dialing things up to 11 like that?!"

Whatever!

Right now I felt stronger than ever—despite the way her hands were trying to break me apart, despite the overwhelming heat and slickness surrounding my fingers, and despite Isabelle’s glassy eyes and spread thighs burning into my peripheral vision.

My body thrummed with power, cock throbbing in Roselyn’s relentless grip, pussy clenching around my thrusting fingers like it never wanted to let go.

{Answer; with Master reaching Arch Human status, [Infinite Stamina] works better against spirit-type individuals. Master can expect longer lasting power now.}

[Huh? So if I were with a human girl? I would have lasted longer before becoming Arch?]

{With a human, or any mortal, Master would last forever. Explanation: Spirits are nigh-gods; engaging in sexual activities with them, as a human, is paramount to "purification." With enough activities, a normal human would perish. But Master lasted because [Infinite Stamina] was in action. With Master’s status in existence increased, Master can now take on spiritual entities more stably.}

[Well... cool...?]

{Incidentally: System Notification!}

[I-Incidentally?!]

{Partial Bond Formed: Roselyn (Warrior Fairy)}

{Abilities acquired: [Vicinity], if allies are around, the user can draw power from them and also give them power. [Fortress], with this ability, the user can seal off a certain location from physical interference; the greater the radius, the lesser the strength.}

{[Vicinity] will be incorporated into [Magic Nexus], and [Fortress] will be incorporated into [Concept Assimilation].}

Whatever, we will deal with that later! Roselyn just got serious.

One hand kept stroking my dick—long, twisting pulls from base to tip, fingers squeezing rhythmically so the skin glided smooth and hot over the swollen head.

Her other palm flattened directly against the tip, cupping the sensitive crown while she rolled it in tight, deliberate circles.

The pressure was perfect—firm enough to make my thighs tense, but slow enough that every rotation dragged the slit across her palm, spreading fresh pre-cum in glossy streaks.

Each roll sent sharp jolts straight up my spine; the head throbbed visibly, flushed dark red, veins bulging as her hand twisted and squeezed in counter-rhythm to the stroking below.

Oh God! If I’m not careful, I’ll lose! And she’ll have my baby!

So when I decided to think of a comeback, something devilish occurred.