Chapter 3 - 18+ The System Awakens

Kren burst into Bernice’s room in a fury. He slammed the doors behind him, as Bernice quickly turned to face him. He paused, fist clenched in place as so many feelings ran roughshod through him. Fury? Humiliation? Arousal? Whatever you could make of it, princess Elyvara had him at a disadvantage, and he felt humiliated, even more so when a part of him suddenly found himself thirsting for her.

"Your Majesty, what happened? Did you get the crest? We should-"

Kren cut her off with a kiss. Bernice’s eyes widened as she tried to push him off. He growled, it started deep in his throat, a warning, danger.

Even as weak and limited as he was, he reminded her this was still a beast in front of her, this was still a king. She felt his tongue seeking entrance, she parted her lips with reluctance.

Seeing the entry, he attacked her mouth furiously, his tongue exploring every hidden ridge on her teeth as he brought her tongue along for the adventure. She moaned.

"Your majesty please, now is not the time. For this." She gasped. His hands had already slipped through the waistband of her pants, his fingers moving past the smooth skin of her pubic area, before parting the folds of her labia. She gasped again, thrusting her hips toward his fingers.

She was wet, he didn’t ask for permission when he pulled her pants below her waist and down to her hips and turned her around , being more rough than was necessary. He did not stand on ceremony, Kren moved with the kind of familiarity that was born from years of exploring the body in front of him, and the body was just as familiar with his touch.

Bernice pushed her ass towards him, knowing what to expect, as she felt the head of Kren’s cock search for the entrance into her honey pot. She swallowed, a soft gasp escaping her as she felt him tease her folds. He rubbed it up and down, taking his time to let her own juices lubricate his cock for their copulation.

But lubrication or not, the feeling was mind numbing, she felt him tease her clit, rubbing the tip of his dick against it for a second, causing a quiver to travel across her entire body. He did not let her recover from that, before he slowly slid in, burying himself all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck!"

Kren held it there, the ends of him touching the ends of her and then some. She gasped, again and again, her hands moving above her head to wrap around his neck. And Kren, smug bastard that he was, started moving slowly. Bernice squealed, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling it back, reminding him, she could take just as much as she could give. Kren grunted and picked up the pace.

She was ready, her body told him so. He had came in here frustrated by the games the princess seemed to be playing. But he had no other outlet for it other than Bernice’s body, and as she could tell, he was so, so frustrated.

Kren pulled back until he was right at the entrance, Bernice tensed slightly, she knew what was coming. And true to her expectations Kren sent himself flying right to the hilt again at full force.

She gasped, a loud squeak escaping from her lips as he pulled back and went back in again, rapidly beginning to piston his cock in and out of her pussy like his life depended on it.

"Arghh, oh Gods! Oh Gods! Nghh Arghh!"

The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room. Bernice’s heart shaped ass rippled with every stroke Kren delivered. And she was just as lost in throes of their lovemaking as he was, her legs quivering with every slap of the flesh, her juices spilling down her legs, leaving wet trails on her uniform as her toes curled in absolute pressure. her back was slightly arched and her hands were wrapped around his neck, while he plowed her from behind.

Kren on the other hand could feel just how receiving Bernice was. By this point he was so lost in the hold of his pleasure as he closed his eyes, enjoying every corner of her insides. Enjoying how she contracted around him, and left soft breathless gasps, that spurred Kren to move even faster.

He growled, as if it was even possible he started smashing into her even faster, she squealed.

"Your Majesty please not so loud, they’ll hear us" Kren didn’t stop. "Y-your Maaaa-JESTY! Urghh! I’m coming, I’m going to come Arghhh!" Kren growled, Bernice’s was positively quivering around his cock, and the sensations were driving him to the edge.

He got faster, and faster, the tightness in his stomach building up as Bernice forwent any intent of being quiet as her screams peaked.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Great Lion Fuck me! Oh right There!, right there, right there! Fuck me gods! He’s fucking me! Ahh!" she tightened, the sudden stop drove Kren half insane. "Arghh!" she responded to his moan, by unclenching, and Kren slammed the final hit home.

Bernice quivered, giving one moment of silence before a shrill scream escaped her lips.

"Arghhhhhhurggghhhhh!"

Kren finished it by pumping six more times, desperation driven strokes, that finally spilled him over the edge as he painted her insides white.

But she met his tempo, screaming and pushing her ass back with the motions of his waist, both of them cumming together, as Kren finally let go of the tension he was feeling.

He pulled back, taking a couple of steps before crashing over an armchair within the room. He left Bernice standing as she mustered every last shred of willpower she had to not collapse, before getting back to her feet.

She awkwardly shuffled her way to the bathroom attached to their room without saying anything. She left Kren alone, his pants still around his ankles and he slowly turned his gaze to the Kingdom crest, where it was still hanging after Princess Elyvara had left it in his pants.

He stared at it for a moment longer than he would have liked. Ten years chasing after this thing, ten years preparing himself for the upheaval that was sure to come his way the moment he fully claimed that crest as his own. But there was more drama afoot than he could understand.

"Princess Elyvara...what fucking game are you playing." Kren muttered to himself as he stretched forth his hands to pick the crest from the ground.

The moment his fingers wrapped around the crest, a surge of energy seemed to ripple across his body. It started at the bottom of his stomach, a bloated feeling akin to having gas, but a painful one as it crawled up to his chest. Kren gasped, his chest tightening from the sudden congestion as he found it difficult to breathe, but he could not stop it.

By this point he had his fist wrapped tightly around the crest, and it was burning. Kren felt his entire body lock up, as pain surged through him in a fury. He could neither speak, nor even cry out in response to the pain he was feeling. Then he felt a call, it came from within, it came from the deepest parts of his mind, where the gateway to his soul was hidden.

And there he felt it. Kren frowned, that term was wrong. He felt him, asleep, but stirring. Deep within the depths of his bloodlines the embers of his power began to awaken, aura suffusing every tissue and bone, wrapping and sinking in until it became one with every last of his cells.

And then Kren saw a sight that even after a thousand years his soul and spirit would never forget. The eyes of his inner beast awakening, and it was all encompassing. He stood there, right in front of a pitch black darkness where only golden feline eyes started at him with curiosity, with acceptance and acknowledgement.

And then it felt as if the blockage in his chest decided it was time to move on, Kren could only go along with it, the pain it brought with its movements was one he could neither deny nor ignore. He threw his head back and arched his back as the pressure flew up his chest and burst up and out through his throat and rampaging out of his mouth.

ROAR!!!

It was primal to the very core of his being. The very truth of his bloodline, and the bloodline of every tribe that was and had been a part of the Kora Kingdom. The beast within that was strong enough to match up and challenge every other bloodline on this Forsaken earth they inhabited.

Kren felt his fingernail shift to claws as they extended and retracted back into his fingers. His hair...mane? It felt more like a mane, seemed to stretch down all the way to the middle of his back, wild and unruly, and a pitch white like his hair. The same color his hair had taken after he had watched his father killed, a result of his grief now represented by the inner beast that has slumbered within him for the last ten years.

Kren roared again, and this time it was not for himself, it was not for the claiming of a birthright that had been denied an entire race of Beast Tribesmen and left bound for a decade. It was for them, those beastmen themselves.

A call to arms and awakening, a call to remembering who and what they were before a dragon emperor decided to wipe them out and separate them from each other, turning them to slaves that served the rest of the vassal kingdoms.

Kren’s roar was telling them that he was back, that they were back. That their bloodlines sang once more with the potential and ability to cultivate further, and to let their inner beast manifest besides them as they were supposed to be. And so it was that across the continent, and perhaps, even beyond. As the last Black Lion reclaimed the kingdom crest of every feline bloodline, the felines finally escaped ten years of slavery and weakness. And in response, their roars and meows filled the noon sky, welcoming the return of their sovereign.

And then in the throes of that achievement, of this return to the natural order. Kren felt another presence in his mind, as a sudden and very unfamiliar screen popped up in front of him, shocking him, not just with it’s appearance, but with the words that the screen now held.

[The Host Has Claimed The Black Lion Feline Sovereign Beast Crest. The Sovereign Beast Upgrade System Unlocked!]

"What the hell?"