Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

Marceline's eyes widened, a spark of awe flickering in their depths as she gazed at the impressive length before her, its sheer size commanding her full attention.

The air between them crackled with unspoken anticipation.

"Well, well," she purred, her voice a sultry caress, her warm breath teasing across Zaeryn's sensitive skin, sending a shiver through him.

Her slender fingers, soft yet deliberate, encircled his thick, throbbing shaft, stroking with a slow, exploratory rhythm.

Her thumb brushed teasingly over the swollen, glistening head, coaxing a bead of moisture that made her pulse quicken with curiosity and desire.

This was Marceline's first intimate encounter with a man. The moment was both foreign and thrilling to her.

In this world, men were fragile, biologically weakened by the M-degradation Virus that rendered their sperm incapable of fertilizing women.

Over time, advancements in both technology and magic had rendered their reproductive role obsolete, offering women countless alternatives for conception—artificial wombs, magical gestation, and engineered genetics—all without the need for physical intimacy.

Men had become, at best, companions or tools, their traditional place in society replaced entirely by science and sorcery.

Despite having three children, she had never experienced the raw, tangible heat of a man's cock so close, so real. Her only knowledge came from forbidden, ancient videos, relics from a time before the near-extinction—studied in secret, their grainy images teaching her techniques and sparking fantasies.

She did all that because she was readying herself for when she had the opportunity with Zaeryn.

She thought she knew what to expect from Zaeryn when this moment finally arrived.

But Zaeryn defied every expectation.

At just eighteen, his size surpassed anything she'd seen in those illicit recordings, a revelation that sent a thrill of delight through her.

"The goddesses clearly have favorites," she murmured, her lips curling into a sultry smile as her grip tightened, feeling the pulse of his arousal beneath her fingers. "You're built for this, honey."

She didn't wait for his response, her body moving with a primal urgency. In one fluid, deliberate motion, she swung her leg over his hips, straddling him with a grace that belied the fire raging within her.

The brush of his rock-hard length against the thin silk of her robe drew a soft, involuntary moan from her parted lips, the fabric clinging to her curves, damp with her growing need.

Her mind was consumed by the thought of him entering her wet and tight hole, filling her completely, each imagined thrust stoking the heat pooling low in her belly. Her body ached for him, every nerve alight with a desperate, electric hunger, craving the deep, delicious friction that would satisfy her entirely.

The sudden weight of her body against his made Zaeryn's breath hitch, his impatience mirroring her own. "Oh, are we skipping to the main event?" he teased, a roguish smirk spreading across his face.

He'd expected foreplay, as was his custom with other lovers, but Marceline's urgency was evident, her desire a mirror to his own tightly coiled need, ready to erupt.

"Next time," she whispered, her voice low and urgent, thick with want. "Right now, I need to feel you… closer. You're going to grant me my wish right?"

Zaeryn smiled, "Absolutely." He felt the same way. Marceline was one of the women in his life that he had always fantasized about, and he couldn't want to finally do it.

She grinned. Her mind was already a storm of raw desire and need. Every brush of him against her, every hard press of his body against hers made her ache. She wanted him buried deep inside her, wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her, and make her cry out in pleasure.

The thought of him taking her, of feeling his hands on her hips as he drove into her, made her clench instinctively, heat pooling low in her belly.

She imagined moaning his name, trembling under him, every inch of her body coming alive with the fire of wanting him—needing him—right now.

Leaning forward, her full, heavy titties pressed against his chest, her sensitive nipples straining against the silk, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

Her hands glided over his shoulders as she moved her ass, grounding slowly against his already hard cock.

He wasn't inside her dripping wet pussy yet, but the exquisite friction alone sent heat spiraling through Zaeryn, making him fear he might lose control before he even had the chance to bury himself fully inside her tight, scorching heat.

Zaeryn's strong hands found her hips, anchoring her against him with a possessive grip. Marceline shivered as his fingers cupped her firm, round ass, each touch igniting electric sparks that pulsed through her trembling body.

'I need him inside me now,' she thought, the urgency overwhelming. Leaning down, she captured his mouth in a deep, searing kiss, her loose hair cascading around them like a dark, silken veil. Her tongue danced with his in a slow, possessive rhythm, claiming him as her own, her milkers pressing harder against his chest, the damp silk amplifying every sensation.

Just as Zaeryn began to lose himself in the intoxicating kiss, he pulled back, his eyes dark with primal hunger.

With deliberate intent, his hands moved to the sash of her robe. Marceline's eyes widened, a soft, breathy hum of appreciation escaping her parted lips as he tugged the silk free.

The robe slid from her shoulders with a gentle whisper, pooling around her waist and leaving her completely bare—her full, round breasts rising proudly, nipples swollen and begging for attention.

Zaeryn's eyes devoured the erotic sight before him: her breasts were a pleasant sight to see. They were full and round, rising proudly, each crowned with a taut, rosy nipple that pulled his gaze like a magnet.

The soft swell of her chest, the smooth curve of her soft skin, and the gentle rise and fall with every breath set his pulse racing.

His hands moved instinctively, cupping them with a gentle reverence that belied the hunger in his touch.

"Nggnn…" Marceline's soft moan filled the air, her body arching into his hands as exquisite shivers of pleasure coursed through her. His touch, masterful yet tender, drew a low, breathy moan as she tilted her head back, biting her lower lip to stifle the intensity. She offered herself shamelessly, every sensitive curve craving more of his attention.

A triumphant beam curved her lips as her gaze traveled from his hands on her breasts to the pulsing length between them. With a knowing look, her fingers closed around his shaft, stroking with a firm, deliberate rhythm that made him throb beneath her touch.

Guiding him to her slick, dripping entrance, she teased his swollen head against her, coating him in her thick arousal.

With a sultry smile, Marceline positioned herself above him, rubbing his tip against her needy pussy before sinking down slowly.

A deep, sensual moan escaped her as he stretched her tight walls, filling her completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that made her tremble.

Zaeryn groaned, a low, hungry sound, as he buried himself to the hilt in her scorching pussy, the fantasy he'd long harbored now a vivid reality. His fingers dug into her hips, anchoring her as he watched her envelop him, each inch sparking fire through his veins.

But Zaeryn wasn't content to let her lead. "My turn," he growled, his voice a dark promise.

With a surge of strength, he rolled them in one fluid motion, pinning Marceline beneath him on the soft mattress. Her startled gasp melted into a thrill of excitement as she looked up at him, his length still buried deep inside her.

His eyes burned with a predatory fire, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he braced his hands on either side of her, caging her beneath his powerful frame.