NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Kane understood exactly what she meant.

Thora wasn’t just asking to fight beside him out of duty or ego.

She was asking to share the risk, the glory, the blood-soaked path that defined them both.

Her place wasn’t behind palace walls, keeping order. It was at his side, axe and spear carving through whatever frozen nightmare waited in the north.

”It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do,” Kane said, his voice low and rough, still pinning her wrists above her head.

His red hair fell forward, brushing her cheek as he held her gaze.

”You’re one of the strongest fighters I have. But I don’t want to risk it. Not you. Not yet. The mountain serpent isn’t some bandit raid. One mistake up there and even the best vanguard ends up frozen meat.”

Thora’s breath hitched, her black hair splayed across the wooden barricade. Her body strained against his, not to escape, but to press closer.

”Then don’t leave me waiting like some fragile court lady. I’m a barbarian, same as you, Kane. Red hair or black, we bleed the same. Let me prove it here.”

The tension between them snapped like a bowstring.

Kane’s mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss, all teeth and hunger. She met him with equal fire, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl from deep in his chest.

His free hand slid down her side, gripping the edge of her combat harness. With one sharp yank, the laces tore open.

He moved lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants. Fabric ripped audibly as he tore them down her thighs in one brutal motion, exposing her to the midnight air.

”Gods, Thora,” he muttered against her throat, nipping the skin there.

”You’re already soaked for me.”

”I was waiting.”

”For this?”

”Yes.”

”We just did it a few days ago.”

”Shut up and touch me,” she shot back, voice breathless but defiant. Her hips bucked up, seeking friction.

”Or are you just going to talk all night?”

Kane laughed, releasing her wrists only to shove her thighs apart wider.

He dropped to his knees on the gravel, the rough stones biting into his skin, but he didn’t care.

His large hands gripped her hips, yanking her forward until her ass rested on the edge of the barricade.

Then his mouth was on her breasts, sucking one stiff nipple between his lips while his fingers rolled the other.

Thora arched with a sharp gasp, her hands fisting in his red hair.

”Yes—harder,” she demanded, tugging his strands.

”Don’t be gentle.”

He obliged, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before sucking deep, pulling it into his mouth with wet, obscene sounds. Her other breast received the same rough attention, squeezed, licked, and bitten until both were flushed and glistening.

Thora’s moans grew louder, echoing faintly off the training yard walls. She ground against nothing, desperate.

Kane kissed down her toned stomach, leaving marks with his mouth. When he reached her core, he didn’t tease.

He dove in like a starving man, tongue dragging through her folds in long, firm strokes. Thora cried out, thighs clamping around his head instinctively.

”Fuck—Kane!” Her voice cracked.

Thora tasted different from the others, richer, darker, like wild honey laced with something electric. While every woman was unique in their own way, she was straight-up addictive.

One taste and he was ruined for anyone else. He always came back to her, craving more, chasing that specific sweetness that clung to his tongue and flooded his senses.

”Right there—your tongue feels so good.”

He groaned into her pussy, the vibration making her shudder. His red hair was a mess between her black curls as he devoured her.

Lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard while single thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. He curled them immediately, stroking that spot that made her hips jerk violently.

Thora’s back bowed.

”Don’t stop—deeper! I’m already close.”

”Good,” he growled against her flesh, pumping his fingers faster, tongue flicking relentlessly.

”Cum on my tongue, Thora. Let me taste how much you need this.”

She shattered with a guttural shout, her first orgasm ripping through her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth.

Kane kept licking her through it, drawing out every spasm until she was trembling and oversensitive.

He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing.

His cock strained painfully against his own pants. Thora reached for him immediately, sitting up to tug them down. His thick length sprang free, heavy and flushed.

”My turn,” she said, voice husky.

She wrapped her hand around him, stroking firmly from base to tip.

”You’re so hard already. All that fighting talk got you this worked up?”

”Watching you cum did,” he admitted, threading fingers through her black hair.

”Suck me, Thora. Show me that mouth can do more than argue.”

She smirked up at him, then took him deep in one go.

No hesitation. Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she bobbed her head, tongue swirling along the underside.

Kane hissed, hips twitching forward.

She took him to the back of her throat, gagging slightly but pushing further, saliva dripping down her chin.

”Fuck, yes—just like that,” he praised, gripping her hair tighter but not forcing her.

”You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

Thora hummed around him, the vibration shooting pleasure up his spine.

She pulled back with a wet pop, stroking him fast while licking the head.

”Tastes like you’ve been waiting for this, too. Don’t hold back. Fuck my throat if you want.”

Kane did, guiding her head as he thrust shallowly.

Then Thora did something new, something that made his knees nearly buckle.

While he was buried deep in her throat, she relaxed her muscles even further and began a slow, deliberate swallowing motion around his cock, rippling and milking his length with rhythmic contractions.

The tight, wet squeezing was intense, far better than anything she’d done before.

”Shit—Thora,” Kane groaned, eyes rolling back.

”When the fuck did you learn that?”