The pleasure gathered fast and tight and then burst through her in one deep, shaking wave.
Su Qinglan’s whole body went stiff. Her legs trembled hard as the heat in her abdomen unwound in a long, dizzy crash.
A helpless, low moan broke out of her mouth before she could stop it, echoing in the cave. She clamped her mouth shut after, shocked at her own voice. She felt heavy, breathless, and completely worn out. Shame washed over her again.
Oh my... This tiger really would be her death. Not from injury, but from the overwhelming pleasure and embarrassment he kept dragging her through.
But she didn’t even get a second to recover from the fact she had climaxed...loudly on a stone bed in broad daylight.
Because Hu Yan didn’t wait at all.
The moment she came undone, he immediately lowered his mouth again and started licking everything up, slow and thorough, like it was his job.
His instinct told him to clean and claim, and he followed it happily. Su Qinglan’s face burned even hotter. If she had been tomato-red before, she was now the full color of a boiled beet.
What is he doing?! Why is he doing THAT?!
Stop! This is unnecessary! She cried inside her head while she tried to push his huge head away with one weak, shaky hand. She felt exposed, overwhelmed, and like he was treating her as some sweet-flavored snack he simply had to tidy up before moving on.
Hu Yan paused and lifted his head a little. His eyes...big, bright, and stupidly adorable... looked at her with real confusion and worry.
Did Lan Lan not enjoy it? He wondered, frowning slightly.
He remembered the advice he had gotten from the other beastmen. They all said the same thing: a female should feel cherished, filled, and completely overwhelmed by her male. Cleaning was part of this "cherished" process. It showed commitment. It showed devotion. It was required. He was simply following the rules.
Then his confusion melted, and pride took its place. She looked too overwhelmed to speak.
Yes. They told me this would happen. If she enjoyed this, then she would never leave me...and always cling to me.
So he needed to work hard and show how capable he was...even in mating. The best one. He would give her so much pleasure that she would only think of him and not that snake. He thought with a glint and smug expression.
That snake would have definitely not known about this trick to please a female; after all, it was passed down in tribes. He thought with a smug expression. Finally he got the upper hand on that snake.
Su Qinglan saw that smug sparkle in his eyes and felt irritation flare...right on top of the lingering heat in her body.
"Are you going to lick it only... or do something else?" she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. Her hand reached up and tugged at the animal hide tied around his waist.
The thick loincloth was suddenly the most annoying item in the world. She realized the full, humiliating picture: she was lying completely naked, glowing with recent pleasure, while he was still fully covered.
It was unfair. Deeply unfair. She wanted him just as exposed and vulnerable as she felt.
That tiny tug and her shy question were all he needed.
Hu Yan’s eyes went wide. Then wider.
Ah. He understood. Or at least, he thought he did.
She is angry. I am still wearing clothes! She wants to see me too! he concluded proudly, completely missing the more important part of her question. But his logic was simple, direct, and unstoppable: if clothes stood between them and joy, then clothes must go.
He didn’t waste time.
In one sharp movement, he grabbed the thick knot at his waist and ripped it open. No warning. No hesitation. No gentle moment. He just tore it off like he had torn off her towel earlier. The heavy hide flew aside.
Su Qinglan froze.
Again?! Why was he always so sudden?! Couldn’t he be shy even once? Couldn’t he take at least one slow step so her brain could catch up? Her thoughts spun. Her whole body went hot. It was too much...shame, pleasure, and the speed of his actions all crashing together.
This tiger was going to give her heart palpitations long before he ever finished anything.
And now she wasn’t the only one naked.
She stared at the very large, very ready evidence of his impatience. The sight hit her like a blow. Her face went beyond red...straight into a color that probably didn’t exist in nature.
Her mouth fell open. A silent gasp escaped her lips. When they had mated the first time, everything had been a wild blur...fear, panic, too much sensation, and darkness.
She barely remembered anything except a deep, shocking fullness and then a release that had knocked her brain loose.
But now, in broad daylight, with Hu Yan tossing away his hide and proudly standing there with his huge manhood out like he was presenting a royal tribute... and that thing also stood straight, pointing at her nose, then twitched as if it was also very excited from her gaze.
She was speechless.
It was thick. And big. Very big. Her eyes widened. A fresh wave of panic washed over her.
Will that even fit? My small hole... It can’t possibly...
Her body shuddered, torn between leftover arousal and pure fear.
"Will it... will it fit?" she whispered, staring at the terrifying, impressive sight.
Hu Yan puffed out his chest with the confidence of a man who had never once doubted anything in his entire life.
"Of course, Lan Lan!" he said proudly. "It has fit before. Why not now? You are perfect!"
He truly saw no issue. To him, this was basic math.
But before she could argue or even blush properly, the tiger’s patience snapped into dust. He didn’t wait. Not a second.
In one strong, smooth motion, he leaned over her, his huge body covering hers like a warm, muscular mountain. He kissed her hard on the lips, deep and possessively, like he wanted to swallow her shy protest.
His big hand grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly against him. He positioned himself with perfect instinct, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
And then, with one determined push, he went all the way in.