The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Benjamin’s breathing had gone shallow and controlled only by sheer force of will.

His face remained carefully neutral under the perception warping, but the real flush across his cheeks was deep, the muscles in his abdomen jumping with every clever twist of her wrist.

She kept going—slow, deliberate, devastatingly thorough—while the others continued speaking only a few feet away, completely unaware of the thick, hard cock being stroked to the edge beneath the steaming water.

Overcome with lust, Benjamin shot both hands forward beneath the surface of the steaming water and seized Sara’s full, heavy breasts.

The soft, dense weight of them filled his palms completely, overflowing between his fingers the moment he closed his grip.

He dug in hard, kneading the pliant flesh with slow, deliberate pressure, feeling the heat of her skin and the way the heavy tissue shifted and yielded under each rough squeeze.

His thumbs found the thick, already stiff nipples and rolled them in tight circles, then pinched and twisted until the peaks stood even harder.

Then he lifted the full mass of each breast, pressed them together, released them only to capture them again, working the soft flesh until the skin flushed darker under the water and Sara’s breathing turned uneven.

Sara’s hand never stopped moving on his cock. Her long, strong fingers kept a steady, wet rhythm—dragging the skin upward until the sensitive ridge caught against the calloused pads of her fingers, then sliding back down to the root with a firm, compressing grip.

Every few strokes her thumb swept across the wet slit, smearing the thick bead of precum that kept forming there.

The dual sensation of her tight fist pumping him and the soft, heavy give of her breasts under his hands made Benjamin’s hips jerk once before he forced them still again.

Their voices stayed labored, breaths coming shorter and rougher, but the Imaginary Barrier held firm.

To everyone else in the spring it looked like nothing more than a man idly resting his hands on the Amazon’s chest while the conversation continued.

"Alright, alright!" Renard clapped once, the sharp sound cutting through the thick steam. "Enough with the family reunion and the awkward confessions. Let’s get down to business, shall we? And Benjamin, stop fondling Sara’s breasts and pay attention to me. Focus on what I have to say with your full attention."

"I can do both," Benjamin answered, his voice rough but carefully controlled.

His hands kept working without pause—fingers sinking deep into the soft undersides of Sara’s breasts, thumbs flicking the stiff nipples back and forth, palms compressing the heavy flesh until it bulged between his fingers. "Multitask with ease. Listen and fondle simultaneously."

"No." Renard’s blue eyes locked on him, hard and unblinking. "You either squeeze those breasts and get executed by Seraphina here—who will not tolerate such disrespect in Her Majesty’s presence—or you stop and listen to me with the respect I deserve."

[Tsk. I better stop now or he’ll look closer and the barrier will crack. We’ll be exposed.] Benjamin’s mental voice reached Sara even as his fingers gave the heavy tits one last hard, lingering squeeze, thumbs pressing deep into the stiff peaks.

But Sara was already too far gone. A thin line of saliva glistened at the corner of her open mouth and threatened to spill.

Her cheeks burned a deep, feverish red that reached down her neck. The green of her eyes had gone dark and glassy with heat. Her entire body felt wound tight under his hands.

[S... Sara?] Benjamin gave her body a small, careful shake, worry cutting through the haze of lust for a moment.

She turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder. The motion was tiny and controlled, yet the heat in her gaze was open and raw.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. [Benjamin... touch me, please... It has been so long... T-Touch my most precious place...]

Benjamin’s heart kicked hard against his ribs.

He let his hands slide down from the heavy weight of her breasts, palms gliding slowly over the firm, sweat-slick plane of her abdomen, fingers trailing lower through the water until they reached the soft, dense patch of auburn hair framing her pussy.

The curls were already soaked from the spring and from her own slick. He pushed through them and found the swollen outer lips, hot even under the water.

Sara shifted her thighs apart the smallest possible amount—just enough to give him room. To any watching eye she remained seated in the same still, composed posture.

Benjamin’s fingers parted the thick, slick folds. The inner flesh was hotter than the surrounding water, soft and already dripping.

He spread her open carefully and dragged two fingertips along the sensitive inner walls, feeling the way they fluttered and clenched.

Then he found the stiff, swollen pearl of her clit and began to circle it with firm, deliberate pressure, rubbing the sensitive bead in tight, relentless loops.

[Damnit, Sara... You’re so lewd tonight...] he muttered into her mind, and leaned forward to catch the edge of her ear between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make a shiver run through her.

His second hand joined the first under the water.

Together the fingers worked her open without mercy: one hand rubbing and flicking the clit in tight, wet circles while the other pushed two long digits deep inside her, curling firmly against the ridged front wall, pumping in a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the stroke of her own hand still working his cock.

Every time he pressed upward she clenched hard around his fingers. Every time he dragged his fingertips across her clit her thighs trembled under the surface.

The wet sound of his fingers moving inside her was soft but constant, covered by the bubbling of the spring.

Sara’s free hand clamped onto Benjamin’s thigh hard enough to leave deep finger marks.

Her ass shifted in tiny, helpless rolls against the thick length of his cock still trapped against the small of her back, smearing more of his precome across her skin with every small grind.

She bit the inside of her cheek hard, fighting to keep every sound locked in her throat, but soft, broken breaths still escaped between her teeth.

Her breasts rose and fell faster. The muscles in her abdomen jumped each time his fingers curled inside her.

[I love you so much, Benjamin. Yes—touch me more. I’m getting goosebumps all over. I’ll climax soon. My precious husband, my body is yours. Penetrate me already—fill me—please—use me—]

The flood of her thoughts poured straight into his mind, raw and filthy and desperate, each one timed to the thrust of his fingers and the grind of her ass against his cock.

She kept sending more, the words tumbling over one another, begging, praising, demanding deeper, harder, more.

And Renard continued speaking, still unaware. The barrier held, warping every visible detail so that the huddled angle of their bodies registered as nothing unusual:

"But you need to understand what duty means, what obligation requires of you. You accepted a duty, a diplomatic one that concerned various powerful kingdoms, but here you are breaking your promis— wait, what are you doing?"

Renard paused, eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the odd, closely pressed angle of Benjamin and Sara’s bodies in the thick steam.