The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

Chapter 370: He didn’t rush

I thought I could just let go and let him do what he wanted but then my eyes spotted the babies sleeping in the corner

"Damar, wait—the babies," I whispered, though my protest was weak.

My heart was already thundering against my ribs from the sheer intensity in his gaze.

But Damar still didn’t stop. He carried me toward the back of the tent, past the sleeping pile of our children, and set me down on the furs.

First, he made sure to shift to his legs so there was enough room for him to move. And I watched that white poof smoke that made his tail disappear and his long slender legs appear.

As well as a clear view of the twin willies that had missed me for two months.

Why, hello there.

Damar hovered over me, his powerful legs pinning mine down, and his silver hair falling like a curtain around our faces, isolating us from the rest of the world.

"D-damar," I called, the word escaping more softly this time as I stared at his sharp gaze.

"The babies are asleep," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that I felt in my marrow. "And the others... They can celebrate without us for an hour. Or two."

I gulped and his lips met mine. He kissed me tenderly and at the same time moved his hand to the hem of my top.

He didn’t rush. He was meticulous with his kisses and his movement, his emerald eyes watching for every bit of reaction in my eyes.

But then, he paused, his entire body going rigid in that instant. He broke the kiss and looked down at what the rough skin he had just touched was. That was when he saw the faint, fading bruise on my belly from the snake woman’s tail, and he froze.

Ah, it should’ve healed by now but that was one persistent bruise. It nearly scarred my beautiful skin, but it had already been fading. Just... it had not faded completely even after two weeks.

As if it wanted to show Damar the hurt I had passed through when I faced the snake.

I let out a shaky breath as Damar’s weight shifted a little.

His tongue flicked out, and then he called, "Ari," It sounded like a pained hiss of a growl.

Then, he lowered his body and kissed the bruise so cautiously one would think his lips were made of fire and he was scared of burning me in his quest to keep me warm.

"I wasn’t here," he rasped, his eyes flashing a brilliant, dangerous emerald. "You had to bleed while I was gone."

"I’m fine, Damar. I promise," I whispered, reaching up to frame his face. "I’m whole. You should’ve seen what I did to her." I laughed, but he didn’t laugh along.

He didn’t seem convinced that I was fine until he started to truly reclaim me.

"I will check every part of you," he said. "I will check to see where else you got hurt and I will lick it until it no longer hurts,"

"But... it’s already dropped hurting," I muttered, but Damar would not be hearing of it.

Damar didn’t do anything halfway. As a serpent beastman, he was built differently than Noah or Fenric—more enduring, more intense, and... well, twice as demanding as we all know.

He kissed me for a while, not just my lips but every inch of my body, until there was no part of me that did not carry his scent. He kissed the marks of the others, especially the one on my ankle, even leaving a bite mark next to it so that when Thalor looks at his mark again, he’ll be sure to remember that Damar came first.

His moody antics are sometimes cute, but I don’t know how harmless it’s going to be this time around.

I kept my voice down because of the sleeping babies, and I was doing a great job until Damar slid his thin long tongue into my pussy while fingering my ass.

I just knew from that moment that he planned to go for the double penetration from the start.

I was still recovering from the previous night activity, but this wasn’t something my body couldn’t handle.

"Ahh... Damar," I trembled, my eyes slightly teary as he stretched my insides and my back arched.

Seriously, was he trying to get me to scream his name? This was dangerous.

"I’m putting it in now, Ari," he whispered into my ear and I shivered.

I felt him press the first against my wet dripping pussy and I felt his heat throbbing at the tip. Then, he placed the other there as well, so he could shove them both at the same time.

"P-please... be gentle," I pleaded with him, and he looked at my teary eyes and handcovered mouth in shock.

Something definitely happened at that moment and he got bigger. Both of his cocks got bigger even before he had shoved them in.

"Ari," he called, his voice strained and ragged, and I watched him bite down on his lip. "Sorry,"

I didn’t even get time to process what his apology was for when he suddenly thrust in, both of them, going deep and quite easily since I was still quite stretched from the previous night.

As he moved to enter me, I felt that familiar, overwhelming stretch. Having two members was a biological quirk of his species that I was still getting used to, even after all this time. It was a dual intrusion that filled me so completely it felt like he was reaching into my very core, stretching my walls until I was sure I couldn’t take a fraction more.

They were in too deep. It felt like he was trying to breach past my womb, past my heart, and straight into my brain.

"Ah—Damar!" I gasped into the furs, my fingers clawing at the bedding.

"I have been starving for you, Ari," he breathed against the nape of my neck.