A Futanari Thirsty For Battles With Waifu Catalog

"Byakko, I…"

I interrupted her words with a deep kiss. Without permission and without mercy, my tongue began to explore the entire place. At first, Lyra was unsure during the kiss, but that didn't last long. A combination of her desire and the incredible amount of Lures, which are particularly effective against demi humans, immediately brought her back to 100%.

The kiss was aggressive, full of passion, and, on my part, dominant. She seemed to want to fuse my mouth with hers with the amount of pressure she applied. At one point, Lyra pressed her breasts against mine, her arms now wrapped around my shoulders. My hands, on the other hand, were on her waist, but they slowly moved down until I finally grabbed her sexy bubble butt.

That made her moan softly against my lips, but I also felt her slightly shift her ass, as if she wanted me to enjoy it more. I didn't hesitate to continue kneading the spot vigorously, claiming her as mine while the scent of her arousal only grew stronger.

A while later we finally broke away from the passionate kiss, leaving a bridge of saliva behind.

I looked into the wolf girl's eyes as I took the opportunity to take a proper look at her.

Her face was completely red, and her normally sharp, bright green eyes seemed lost in my own face, mostly in my lips. Her mouth was slightly open, and I could see two small fangs sticking out.

I noticed her black wolf ears connected to her fur of the same color. I also managed to notice her tail, which was lazily moving from left to right, caught in the same trance as its owner.

Looking at her tail made me look at her whole body.

She was a tall girl, at least 170 centimeters tall, although that height seemed overshadowed by my own, which was 180 centimeters. Many warbeast women had seemingly delicate bodies, as their muscles didn't grow much despite training. That wasn't the case with my chiseled and muscular body, and Lyra's, to a lesser extent, wasn't either. Muscles in all the right places, a slightly defined six-pack (which was already an achievement for a warbeast girl), and toned arms and legs.

She had a lovely hourglass figure. Her breasts were a comfortable D cup, a little larger than my own C cup. Her waist was slim and her hips were wide, as were her thighs, which were wide, but at the same time, the strength behind them was noticeable.

Not only that, but her clothing, like most of our species, was a distinctly Japanese-inspired kimono in black. Unlike my own fully customized kimono with a short skirt, belts, lace, and armor in white, black, and gold—my favorite colors—hers was somewhat boring.

I decided I didn't like the look of it and, in one fluid motion, ripped it off before she could even blink. As expected, she was completely naked. Underwear isn't a thing of this time period, beyond something like bandages, and bandages didn't seem to be part of Lyra's style.

It seems that this backfired on her because now she was completely naked in front of me in the middle of the cave.

"B-byak-! Hmph!"

I interrupted her once more with another kiss, and once again, the sensation made her forget her nakedness. This time, my hands didn't go directly to her bottom but instead began to roam all over her body. With familiar movements and complete knowledge of how the body works, I began to touch, graze, and explore any part that provoked even the slightest positive reaction from Lyra.

It was like getting used to playing a new instrument, testing the strings and adjusting the chords in search of the perfect sound. However, it was always outside any erogenous zone.

As we connected and disconnected on bridges of saliva, moans came from both inside and outside my mouth. I loved hearing them, so when I was about to press a spot I knew would affect her, I would stop kissing her and simply observe her reactions and listen to the sweet sounds of arousal coming from her mouth.

"B-byakko, p-please touch me more!"

Her pleading voice only served to arouse me further. This time, she was touching dangerously close to any truly arousing spot. The inside of her thighs, the outline of her ass, the outside of her breasts—but never any direct touches.

Another deep kiss, another bridge of saliva, Lyra's pleading voice echoed once more.

"Byakkoo! Stop playing! I'm so close!"

"Pray for it."

She didn't last even a second.

"Please, Miss Byakko! Touch me with everything! Make me come! I'm yours! I'll do whatever you want!"

A smug smile spread across my face. Lyra didn't know it, but she'd lost the battle. It wasn't that difficult, but a victory is a victory. Now I just need to finish the war.

Something to keep in mind is that Lyra wasn't the only one excited by the whole encounter; I was quite aroused too, and my enormous, erect, eleven-inch cock wasn't afraid to show it, constantly trying to escape from my kimono miniskirt. This time, I allowed it. The first thing Lyra noticed must have been the smell—the scent of superiority, of arousal, of an alpha ready to claim her completely; the next best thing would be the touch.

Using my strong arms, I suddenly lifted her by her rear as I pulled her towards me. Whether on purpose or with an unconscious desire to be one with me, Lyra immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. The strength of her grip would have broken anyone's back, but to me, she might as well have been any other girl.

I looked her straight in the eye now that our faces were level. Her eyes shone with anticipation and adoration, so I decided not to disappoint her.

It only took one movement. A light brush of my cock against her clitoris. Normally, this wouldn't do much for a normal woman; however, my movement was practically perfect: the perfect touch, the perfect speed, the perfect force. Is it all on a beastwoman completely affected by my pheromones, Lures, and over ten minutes of foreplay? I knew what would happen.

A moan louder than any before escaped Lyra's mouth. Her body tensed, and a huge amount of fluid spilled onto my cock as Lyra came like never before in her life. Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue darted out; of course, I couldn't resist sucking on that tongue like it was the richest lollipop in the world as we connected our mouths once more.

I could slowly feel her orgasm fading as our kiss continued, and Lyra slowly relaxed, still in my arms. My hands never stopped massaging her butt, and my penis continued rubbing her. Thanks to Sexual Calibration, I could feel her arousal continuing to grow even after her orgasm, and she seemed ready for a second.

Precum flowed from my cock, coating the entrance of her vagina along with her own juices. My own instinct told me she was ready.

I rubbed my cock harder against her entrance, ready for this step. Lyra knew it.

"I'm going to take you for myself now. Be grateful; you'll be the first of many to have my seed."

"Please, Byakko, give me your semen. I will have all your pups. I am totally yours; please raise me!"

I responded with a jerk of my hips; in an instant, eleven inches of reproductive flesh had pierced her vagina straight into her uterus. Normally, something like this would be painful and uncomfortable, especially given how big my cock is; however, Sexual Calibration ignores all those issues. I might as well be in a hentai right now, and I'll make the most of it.

The sensation of my cock piercing her womb with the subtlety of a hydraulic press sent Lyra straight into another earth-shattering orgasm. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly, trying to force my semen out with a need bordering on madness, but I hoped I wouldn't cum just yet, and with Sexual Calibration, I did.

Without giving her time to rest, I began to pull back, only to thrust once more, hard. Lyra's previous orgasm wasn't over, but the pleasure wasn't any less. It simply seemed like another orgasm was building up, waiting for the first one to end, and my scientific curiosity, like my arousal, made me want to test the limits.

"All right, Lyra, here I go."

"Yesshhh."

My hips began to move rhythmically, always pulling out almost to the tip to re-enter her womb once more. Always the same speed, but in slightly different directions. Because of my size, it was easy to touch all of Lyra's sensitive spots, but with skill, I began to identify the amount of force and pressure each particular sensitive spot required. My advanced senses were a great help in this.

Blow after blow, scream after scream, my mastery of sex just kept building, and with one blow in particular…

Another huge moan, another orgasm from Lyra. However, I felt that this particular orgasm wasn't a cumulative accumulation of pleasure points brought to a climax. It felt almost like a blow, an orgasm, a kind of perfect sexual thrust.

Interested in this discovery, I immediately replicated this movement once again.

More moans, more liquid for the small puddle forming beneath us.

It seemed like I'd basically found the holy grail of thrusting during sex. I mean...

"It's time to speed up a bit."

Applying all the points, techniques, and thrusts practiced during that slower section of sex, this time apply them all at once and simply increase the speed.

"B-byakkooo!!!"

Those would be her last words for a while. My hips began to move like a locomotive at every speed; each stroke of my penis had a particular precision, purpose, and rhythm, perfect for each purpose, each one managing to draw out an orgasm that was accumulating in her pool of orgasms.

Only moans came out of Lyra's mouth; her eyes were unable to see anything, and her tongue was a mess. It seemed like her brain was turning to mush from the enormous amount of pleasure, and she knew that if it weren't for Sexual Calibration she could have well died from lack of fluids and an overdose of dopamine.

However, I did not stop.

Stroke after stroke, orgasm after orgasm, I felt more and more the need to ejaculate, to fill this bitch with my seed, to procreate, and so I did.

One last thrust, and I could feel the pressure around my penis finally release inside a deserving home: a fertile womb. Rope upon rope of semen began to flow from my penis; it was a great, powerful sensation, much more instantaneous and gratifying than any mediocre orgasm I'd had on Earth. In an instinctive moment, my mouth moved to the shoulder of the bitch I was breeding, and with one bite, I marked her as mine, my property. There was no choice on her part, only the certainty that she was now completely beneath me. That feeling of conquest only made me release more semen to ensure every little ovary was properly fertilized.

Lyra herself was completely beside herself, and the feeling of completeness at knowing that her body, mind, and soul finally belonged to someone greater than herself filled her completely. She felt she was finally where she needed to be, the pain in her shoulder also turning into pleasure, and with a steely determination born from the bottom of her heart, she expressed her feelings.

"Madam, I am completely yours to use. This Lyra belongs to you, body and soul."

With those words, a ding sound echoed in my mind. A quick glance at my mental HUD and I knew what had happened. Lyra had been captured, and I had one credit to spend. It wasn't much, but I knew Lyra wouldn't be the first nor the last.

With a thought, I hid the Waifu Catalog HUD again and focused on the wolf girl, whose mental faculties faded once again as another orgasm ripped through her. I brought my mouth close to her wolf ears and whispered.

"Good girl."

Another orgasm.

I took the mess that was once a proud wolf warrior and this time placed her on all fours. She could barely stand with her tender legs, but even so, she didn't hesitate to lift her tail, showing me her rear end, ready to be taken once more.

"Please…"

I don't hesitate.