The Strongest Beast Tamer With the Strongest System

Chapter 80: Making Love

Despite her initial shock, Margaret stopped caring a moment later.

The fire of lust in his eyes was far too obvious—so obvious that she didn’t want to bother thinking anymore.

With the weight of his body pressing down on her, she began undoing the buttons of her shirt, one by one. Before long, it fell open; she pulled it off and tossed it carelessly to the floor.

"Running out of patience?" Leonardo asked.

"Honey, I want to make love too..." she replied, her hand grazing his cheek with a gentle caress.

"Elsa and Mary—those two sluts—they always get me riled up when they talk about their experiences. They think I don’t want it, but I just don’t want to give myself to some random man. I’ll admit, I’m quite conservative because I value myself. I’m not cheap like them, jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend and sleeping around."

A flash of anger flickered in her eyes as she spoke. It was the bitterness of a woman envious of others for enjoying what she hadn’t yet tasted, even as her own body screamed for it.

"Honey..." As her anger ebbed, she looped her arms around his neck again.

Leonardo simply smiled as his hand reached for the top of her dress, pulling it down. The dress was a single piece with the bra built-in; as the fabric gave way, the bra was dragged down with it.

Two captivating white globes were revealed to him—not overly large, but the kind of perfect size that would satisfy any man, fitting snugly in the palm of a hand. Her nipples were a soft pink, stunningly beautiful.

As she was exposed, the anticipation Margaret had felt was suddenly overtaken by a wave of shyness. No matter how much she wanted this, she had zero experience showing her most private parts to a man. She quickly pulled Leonardo’s face toward hers and kissed him deeply.

Leonardo kissed her back, but his hands began to fumble roughly with her breasts. Her eyes flew wide and her back arched upward.

"Ohhh..." The kiss broke as a moan escaped her lips.

Her body seemed incredibly sensitive to his touch. Leonardo kissed her cheek before trailing down to her neck, sucking the skin firmly.

"Ahhh..." The moans continued. Her legs, wrapped around his waist, began to tremble.

Yet, her hands weren’t idle; she stroked his back with an aggressive hunger. Leonardo kept trying to pull her dress further down, but in their current position, it was proving difficult. He sat up and pulled her into a sitting position with him, embracing her from the side while continuing to squeeze her breasts.

"You’re so sweet," he whispered, seeing her flushed, embarrassed face. "Does this feel good?"

"Yeah..." she nodded.

"It’s about to feel even better..." Leonardo leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Ahhh, honey, no...!" Her cries grew louder as he sucked. He could feel her entire frame shaking, as if she were being hit by a bolt of electricity.

Leonardo’s hand moved from her breast, sliding down over her stomach and slipping beneath her dress, which now did little more than cover her crotch. His hand breached the fabric, sliding inside her panties.

Margaret couldn’t see it happening, but she felt every bit of it. She cast aside all restraint and let herself drown in the sensation as his touch finally reached her most hidden depths. Her gaze went vacant as her strength failed her, and she slumped back onto the bed.

"Ohhh..." she whimpered.

Leonardo didn’t stay there for long. He withdrew his hand, his fingers slick and coated in a clear, clean moisture. Looking at it, a sudden urge to taste her took hold of him. Even the scent was intoxicating—fragrant, like honey.

Without a second thought, he began to lick his own fingers.

Margaret watched, unable to even blink, knowing that what he was tasting wasn’t just his fingers, but the essence of her. The sight sent an extraordinary sensation coursing through her.

"How does it taste?" she asked him.

"So sweet... now I’m starting to doubt if you’re even human," he replied.

Margaret was speechless.

Leonardo moved again, stripping away her dress and panties entirely. She stayed still, allowing herself to be fully revealed—the bright blonde hair surrounding that tender, damp pink line.

After a brief look, Leonardo stood up and made quick work of his belt. There was no point in waiting any longer. He wanted to break through right now.

Margaret grew calmer once she was fully exposed. She watched him. As his trousers fell, his manhood—standing tall and rigid—sprang free.

"Honey!" Margaret suddenly sat up and threw her arms around him. She was smiling now, her shyness replaced by something else.

"You’re not scared, are you?" Leonardo asked, holding her by the waist.

For a virgin, no matter how much they desire it, there is always that lingering fear—the question of whether something so large can truly fit into a space so small.

"A little," she whispered softly. "But my desire is bigger."

"Don’t worry. Given your level, there won’t be pain—only pleasure."

"Then... make me feel it."

Margaret pulled him back down. Her head sank into the pillow as she spread her legs for him. With Leonardo positioned between them, there was no turning back. She watched with curiosity as he placed the tip of his ’dragon staff’ against her sacred hole.

It was too tight. He couldn’t enter with just a gentle push. He had to apply pressure, driving forward firmly yet slowly. The head of his member forced the opening wider as it began to slide inside.

Margaret’s skin turned a deep, flushed red. Unlike before, she clamped her mouth shut, refusing to moan. But it wasn’t that easy. Eventually, she had to squeeze her eyes shut and hold her breath as he pushed deeper.

Leonardo remained focused, but he was stunned by the sheer pleasure of the tight, warm pressure surrounding him. Then, he hit a thin barrier.

Pa!

With one forceful thrust, he broke through the barrier and buried himself deep inside her.

"Ahhhhh...!" Margaret couldn’t hold it in any longer.

She let out a loud, sharp cry, her face tilted back. It was a scream, yet it sounded beautiful to his ears. Leonardo lost his composure then; the overwhelming sensation made him want to move recklessly. He began to drive his hips with power.

"Ahhh... Ahhh..." Margaret looked as if she were possessed, losing all control, moaning in sheer ecstasy with her eyes wide and unblinking.

Leonardo was no different—driven by pure, primal lust. He was bedding the most beautiful woman he had once thought untouchable. Even now, he felt as though this might be a fever dream that would end all too soon.

He pressed his body firmly against hers. Though she seemed helpless, she clung to him with both arms and legs.

"Baby, ohhhh..." she cried out between moans.

Her expression was captivating. Every ounce of pride had vanished from her beautiful face, replaced only by raw passion and the heights of pleasure.