Reincarnated as the Only Human

First was her shirt, and watching as her perky tits bounced free was reward enough for all of my effort, but it was merely the appetizer to this premium, wonderful meal that was Gertrude.

Her tits were amazing, don’t get me wrong, but as I saw those faint lines that shaped up her own abs or how her arms and shoulders flexed just by her tossing her shirt away I felt myself getting hotter, realizing that this was everything I wanted in a woman and then some.

Fit, gorgeous, sexy and curvy all in a single, dangerous package that was equal chances likely to either suck my dick until it was dry or bite it off because of something I had said or done; that was what I was looking at right now, and it got me so fucking horny.

When her pants were shimmied off and I could see her pussy, I realized just how much she wanted this as well as a thin strand of glistening clear fluid connected her juicy lower lips and panties, causing a faint blush to appear on her cheeks.

A well trimmed yet very present bush crowned her plump pussy, and those very faint stretch marks just made me instinctually aroused as I realized this was a prime, fertile, capable mate that could bear me a child since she had done so before.

Instincts were being brought forwards thanks to the buzz from the alcohol, and we both knew that as I caught her staring intently at my penis every time it throbbed and bounced, both of us entranced by the others body.

It was those very instincts that had her crawling backwards to make room for me while also spreading her toned, delectable legs apart to reveal more of her pussy to me, her fingers sliding down her stomach so that she could spread her lips apart and invite me in.

The way she did so with a somewhat uncertain yet excited expression had me raring to go and then some, so I slid onto the bed with her and crawled forwards, staring intently into her eyes and closing the gap between us once more, stopping just short as I drank in every second of this that I could.

”Gertrude... tell me what you want...”

My voice was lower and raspier than usual, and while I felt like some third rate character for saying something so simple in such a tone I couldn’t help but notice that it worked like a charm, the Bearkin shivering a little before flinching as I touched her inner thigh, trailing a hand towards her pussy.

Her skin was smooth and unblemished, and the closer I got the more fragile it seemed, especially when compared to the rest of her that was so fit and strong; it was a contrast that got me turned on to the max, and she knew it as she let out a soft, small gasp that made me shudder as well. ℯℯ𝑙.

She was appreciating the touch and I was appreciating her body, so when I got closer and lowered myself a little I found myself looking up at her, giving her a bit of the control and waiting for her to say something.

Offering her the reins seemed to make something click within her mind, and soon she was back to her usual serious yet charming self as she murmured ”I want you to lick it, Aethisia...”, her voice matching mine as it lowered thanks to her own arousal.

”Yes Ma’am~!”

As I went to do as she asked she smacked me lightly, like a reminder that my tone wasn’t respectful enough or just as a way to get some of her frustrations out, but what I did know about it was that it was... a surprise.

To us both.

She looked surprised that she had smacked my cheek, but she didn’t apologize nor did she have to, and I was surprised because I let out a low groan that we both heard, one that was filled with need and appreciation for something like that.

Probably because she was a dangerous muscle mommy with a pussy that made me gluttonous and a heavy, delectable musk that toed the line between tangy and sweet, reminding me of pears in how it was a soft yet strong fruit.

Pressing my face against her plump labia I began to eat her out, confirming my idea of pears as I tasted her directly while also finding myself somewhat appreciative of the way her hair amplified the scent in the right way, all while tickling my nose and forcing me to adjust myself constantly, which she enjoyed a lot.

She wrapped her fingers around my still growing antlers and guided me too, her soft, needy gasps and moans spurring me on to run my tongue wildly over her pussy as I brought her to the edge, which I knew she was nearing thanks to her bucking her hips and spasming a little.

When she fell from that edge and began to cum on my face she made sure to smother me completely with her pussy, cumming all over me and using me for her own benefit as she made sure I got to taste every single drop, all while she marked me just for the fun of it.

Gertrude was a bit of a messy, not very vocal woman when it came to this, and the longer she came on my face the more she had to fight to keep her moans from spilling out of her lips, resulting in tantalizing gasps that spurred me on even more.

I wanted to hear her moan, but she was determined not to do so, forcing this to become a battle that I sadly couldn’t win; before I could make her cum a second time she dragged me up by my antlers and had me press my face against her stomach, forcing me to stop.

But it wouldn’t be for long as I decided that the fun from this would come from fighting for control, so when I began to move with her movements and climbed up her body, the Bearkin exhaled and stared at me with a challenge in her eyes, one that I met as my cock smacked against her freshly devoured pussy.