Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Six Bonfire Festivities III

As we made our way back to our spots, Bai's curiosity about the emerald piqued, and she asked why I hadn't eaten it. I explained that I wanted to save it for later, considering I was still young.

Parker, Muir, and Shugh approached with evident relief that Bai was safe. Parker mentioned that Shugh had informed them of her whereabouts, prompting their search since she was taking too long. A minor disagreement ensued between Shugh and Parker over his presence, given his evident interest in Bai. Their back-and-forth caused Bai to flee the scene, not wanting to be involved. They all followed after her.

As for me, I found myself growing hot in Winston's arms. His strength made me feel weightless, his steady gait showing no sign of strain. With his firm grip around my waist and my legs wrapped around him, I felt secure and exhilarated. This plush pal girl was in heaven, and I was succumbing to my desires, as I kissed up his neck and blew softly on his skin, I bit his ear softly, his breath hitched, and he let out a groan, saying my name "Imara..." in a pleading tone.

"Hmm?" I responded, continuing to caress him. Letting my hand trace the path of his back, and the other slide into his soft platinum white hair. His plea was barely a whisper, "Please..."

Our faces met, and our breaths mingled. "Please, what, darling? Tell me..." I urged, planting soft kisses on his lips while my hand rested gently on his face. His response was a euphoric whine "nngh..." that filled me with joy, as it was music to my ears.

As our kisses ended, he rested his head on my shoulder and murmured, "Be good, my beloved Queen."

My heart soared, and I replied, "I will, if you make me..."

As I glanced back at my mates, their nocturnal eyes aglow in the misty fog, I felt a surge of electricity coursing through me and babygurl jumped.

Leaning in close to Winston's ear, I whispered, "If I'm being so bad, why don't you put me in my place?" My words were meant for all of them, and I could sense their overwhelming emotions as some shook their heads from the desire overwhelming them, while others let out deep breaths. I bit into Winston's shoulder firmly to release some pent up frustration and he shivered.

Winston turned his head to meet my gaze, his eyes brimming with desire and something more—immense devotion, directed solely at me. In that moment, with my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I felt an intense rush of joy and emotion. Lost in his eyes, I sensed a powerful energy radiating from him, confirming his deep love for me beyond doubt.

In perfect harmony with the moment, I kissed him, deepening the connection between us. Sparks flew as our lips met, "Mmph...hahh" igniting feelings of unity, desire, and profound love. It was a dance, a communication that spoke volumes—we found the other half of our souls—us.

The kiss, born of true love and unity, swiftly transformed into a wild passion, fueled by Winston's skilled touch picking up. Our tongues tasting each other, and it was intoxicatingly delicious, I surrendered completely to him, allowing him to take the lead, his hands roaming my body, up my back, then back down to grip my ass.

As I grew more wet down there, I knew my scent permeated the air with the call of my needs. While his other arm held me close at the waist. Thinking I was going to be pressed against a nearby tree, I felt the embrace of another pair of arms encircling me from behind, lifting me up in a princess-like hold, yet I refused to break the kiss with Winston, unwilling to be parted from him.

Reluctantly, Winston stepped back, releasing me from his grasp, and I couldn't help but emit a soft whine of need. But as I gazed into his eyes, and my eyes trailed down, I could see the depth of his turmoil, long, blue veined, hard, at full attention, on full display, his waist cloth spilled to the side. I licked across my lips, and before I knew it, he had morphed and dashed off toward the river. "My Darling Winston," I called out, a tinge of disappointment in my voice, pleading for him to return to me. I wasn't prepared to wait; I desired him—them—now.