Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Eighty Seven: Synchronizing

As my mates helped me out of the tub, a playful thought crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but tease them.

"I think you all are lying to me about the whole mating process," I said, narrowing my eyes with suspicion.

"I mean, sure, I've shown you how to do more intimate things—like kissing and foreplay—but everything else just seems to come way too naturally for you.

You can't tell me you're inexperienced, not when I'm over here struggling just to get out of the tub," I added, pointing at myself for emphasis.

Both Gabriel and Harvey flushed red, clearly embarrassed.

Harvey, always the calm one, quickly tried to explain. "No, we're not lying," he said, his face still pink.

"It's just that males are taught from a young age to be careful. We know we're naturally stronger and could accidentally hurt a female, even with something as simple as lifting them.

So, we're always told to be gentle, especially when it comes to mating."

Hearing his explanation, I realized how much thought they put into every touch and action. It showed how much they respected and cared about my comfort and safety, balancing their strength with tenderness.

I wasn't done, though. My curiosity got the best of me.

"So, you're telling me mated males never wanted to try all the things we've been doing? You know, other than just the basics like missionary or doggy and normal kissing?"

Gabriel, still blushing, cleared his throat. "Of course, we've had those thoughts," he admitted, his voice earnest. "But the last thing we want is to hurt you.

It's hard to control our strength sometimes, and we might lose control. That's why males have to be present or nearby during those moments—to make sure no harm comes to you. Hurting a female is a serious crime."

The weight of his words hung between us, and I could feel how deeply their culture valued the safety and well-being of females.

He continued, "The only exception is if a female wants a male, but he doesn't feel the same way. Then he doesn't have to consider her feelings if he's not interested."

Gabriel hesitated, his expression serious before speaking again.

"And then there's the matter of consummation... the first time. We both look forward to it and fear it at the same time.

It's a huge step in mating, but it's impossible to avoid causing some discomfort. It's known as the first 'bleed,' and for a male, his first time."

Hearing him admit that made me pause. Their world had such strict rules, and yet, their approach was filled with carefulness and patience.

"If a male leaves bruises or makes a female dislike mating because of roughness, the punishment is severe," Gabriel said quietly.

"It can mean exile... or even death. So we've learned to keep our stronger desires to ourselves and just be thankful for the chance to be with you."

His words painted a picture of a culture that balanced deep passion with strict discipline. It wasn't just about wanting me—it was about keeping me safe and making sure I felt valued.

I nodded slowly, finally seeing things from their perspective.

"I get it now," I said, the pieces fitting together in my mind.

Thinking about it all, a thought crossed my mind, and I spoke it out loud with a small smile. "I guess I'm really something different, huh?"

Settling onto the bed, I passed the lotion to Gabriel, silently asking him to continue our usual routine of care and closeness.