Beast taming the beauty. (Mild r18 content)

"Mr, Elite is here" Lazaro howled.

The tent zipper opened with a single motion and Lazaro got to see Lila.

A slender woman, with clear but not overly defined muscles. She was wearing a yellow tank top on her modest bosom that might've as well been a bra. Her abdomen showed abs that, did nothing but add to her feminity. Although Lazaro was used to a muscular woman from the struggles of his life, But this was a different kind. Her obsidian short undercut hair contrasted with her white neckline.

Down her curves, a striking yellow short was glued to her hip and showed a piece of her buttcheeks, to tease onlookers. Her slim legs were left bare.

They both stood out of sorts for a while.

'I love this world and its elaborated fashion and advanced sleeping garments. I"ll protect it with my life.' Lazaro thought.

(The word fashion doesn't exist in your world, did you become telepathic!?)

While he was like that, Lila stood in a daze. His shaved beard and clean face, with combed dark gray hair and his golden eyes, became more evident, and, although his physic was still that scrawny, he was wearing a military uniform. It wasn't appealing but the contrast from his earlier appearance shocked her, and suddenly he didn't seem so bad anymore.

But she soon recovered, she just wanted to lure him in, but did not intend to follow with her words.

She walked behind his back while he was entranced and pushed him to the tent it was wide enough for them to stands at one arm's reach of each other.

She gently interlaced her leg with his and caressed his torso through his shirt, all the while staring upwards at him. But the feelings of small bumps on her hand in his chest distract her for a second.

His eyes half-closed as he looked at the little minx inticing him.

But when he reached down to hug her waist she jumped back and laughed.

"Haha! To think there's really someone who doesn't know me, at first I was in doubt but with how bold you were just now, I'm sure of it."

Lazaro stood on a daze as the little minx went away.

She looked at him with attention as she spoke slowly with her thumb pointed at herself.

"I'm Lila Popov, not Hart. The younger sister of Leticia Popov, captain of the Elite brigade unit. As one of her subordinates, how could you not know me? Well, it doesn't matter. Now that you know, out promise still stands, but, do you dare to continue?"

She spoke with a teasing smirk and made bold pose showcasing her curves.

'Why hadn't he reacted? Elder sister's name should've thrown this guy crapping on his pants.' She thought.

"Oah-"

Lazaro swiftly stepped forward and pulled her by the waist. When she looked up startled, his stern golden eyes pinned her down.

She slapped his chest "S-Stop"

A fluttering feeling in her chest made her stammer "A-Aren't you afraid of my sister? "

"I was promised a good fight." His hazy voice echoed in the tent.

"I-I'm from the Popov f-family, T-There's talks of a fiance from a powerful family too."

His hands slowly caressed her bare skin as he nuzzled her neck and went up to her ears, his breath warmed her ear, "You don't want it?" He whispered.

"I-I-" She was flustered her plan was too attract him and ask for help in private, there still a number of people willing to take her hostage for her family and she didn't want to give more trouble to her sister. chose to just hold his body and hid her face on his chest. He heartbeat and rough breathing ticked her.

The thought of actually doing the deed never occurred to her. Even people from the Elite force, would tremble on their feet by the mention of her family name.

"Y-You'll die AH-"

He nibbled her soft skin halting her words.

She didn't understand why she was being so affected by him. But as she felt the scars on his chest and those calloused hands going up and down on her body her head became muddled.

The air around her was hazy, her heat rose, she finally held his face and looked at his eyes, 'I warned him if he doesn't care, why should I?'

"I-I want it," she said, and her chest heaved.

Lazaro looked down at her, and although she was annoyingly rude, there was shyness and apprehension on her eyes now.

He the corners of his eyes and mouth went up. He enveloped her in his embrace and gently moved her side to side while her tension went down.

"Your age?"

"W-What's this now?" She asked angrily but he only looked at her.

"T-twenty three."

He raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

"A twenty-three that still has her virgin smell? You'd be a saintess in my world."

"W-What's that supposed to mean!?" She whined.

She didn't get to speak again as he, without warning, took possession of her tongue with his own and held it accountable for all the annoying objections she uttered in the morning.

"Hm-"

The thought of why she was doing it crept up to her only to be suppressed twice as fast as it appeared. She committed the worst mistakes of her life these last weeks, but finally decided to atone for them and get better. but as if heavens laughed, a shower of meteors descended and pulled her out of her sister before she could truly prove her will. Now the stress from the withdrawn of the drug and the always present risk of death tormented her. She wanted to let it go of it all. And so she did. Her only thought was to bask into the warmth embracing her, so she delivered herself much as she delivered herself to a night of drug numbness.

He laid her gently on the air-mattress, and did not allow for her to think in a clear state, he touched her land and she moaned, he lifted her thin waist to have a taste her spring She gasped and held his hair between her tighs.

He licked and kissed until she was ready, with his knees still on the mattress he carried himself to be face to face with her. staring at her red-rimmed eyes from above. She knew it was time. He passed his hands under her waist and hoisted her into a more comfortable position. her hands gripped on his scarred chest as if trying to avoid the inevitable but wanting it more. The head slowly went in, her nail's marked him. "Ahh!" She sucked in a mouthful of air, and pulled his neck and embraced his back tearing his skin apart with her nails.

The beast ate that night, while the pray yelled and moaned.