NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Kane licked deeper.

The taste of her beneath the wine was richer, muskier, the unmistakable flavor of a body that had decided it wanted this.

He worked with the same deliberate focus he had given Misha earlier that day, thorough, unhurried, mapping every soft contour with his tongue. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked in slow pulses while two fingers slid through the wetness and pressed inside.

Slovia’s hips shifted forward, giving him more.

The hand in his hair guided without forcing.

”My daughter gave you permission,” she murmured, voice still steady even as her breathing deepened.

”She told you to plan properly. Is this the plan, Kane? On your knees in my study with your mouth on your mother-in-law’s cunt while the wine drips down your chin?”

He answered by curling his fingers inside her and sucking harder.

A low sound escaped her, approval, not surprise.

She rocked against his face in small, controlled movements, using his mouth the way she used everything else: with clear intent.

Kane’s cock strained fully hard against his trousers now, the length throbbing with every shift of her hips.

He did not reach for it. He kept his hands on her and his mouth working, licking the last of the wine from her folds and then simply licking her, tasting the pure heat of her arousal as it replaced the bitter red.

Slovia’s free hand braced against the back of the chair. Her long hair fell forward, the silver-threaded ends brushing his shoulders.

The firelight moved across the full, heavy breasts still glistening faintly where his mouth had been.

”You’ll fuck me tonight,” she said, not a question.

”Not because I ordered it. Because you already decided the cost was acceptable the moment you walked through that door without your axe. My loyalty. My ships. My name behind your claim on the southern roads. All of it for the use of this body until the alliances are set. Fair?”

Kane lifted his head just enough to speak, lips still wet from her.

”Fair. But I come back to her when it’s done.”

”Of course you do.”

Slovia’s smile was sharp and satisfied.

”I’m not asking for your heart, barbarian. I’m asking for your cock and the strength that comes with it. My daughter can keep the rest.”

She stepped back only far enough to let him rise.

The moment he stood, she reached down, freed the heavy, throbbing length of him from the light trousers, and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

Her hand was warm, sure, measuring him with the same assessing calm she had shown the first night.

”Bigger than I expected,” she said.

”No wonder the girls walked carefully afterward.”

She stroked him once, slow, from root to head, spreading the bead of wetness already gathered at the tip.

Then the air itself shifted.

A pulse of deep red mana flared from Slovia’s palm.

The force struck Kane square in the chest, not enough to bruise, but enough to drive him backward until his shoulders met the stone wall of the study. The magic spread like living chains, locking his wrists high above his head and pinning his boots to the floor.

He tested the hold once, muscles surging.

The restraint did not give. He was strong enough to break iron, yet the queen’s power held him as easily as silk held a trapped bird.

Slovia stepped in close, still naked, wine-damp skin gleaming in the firelight.

Her long dark hair brushed his chest as she took him in hand again.

This time her fingers glowed faintly with the same red power.

The moment her coated palm closed around the shaft, the pleasure hit him like a second blow, hot, concentrated, unnatural.

Every stroke sent a dizzying wave up his spine. His cock throbbed harder inside her grip, veins standing out against the stretched skin.

”So hard,” she whispered, voice low and satisfied.

Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling the weight of them with the same mana-laced touch.

The dual sensation made his hips jerk uselessly against the magical bindings.

”I will make you cry tonight.”

She stroked faster.

The glowing fingers twisted on every upstroke, thumb smearing the wetness over the sensitive head until Kane’s breath came harsh through his teeth.

The magic sank deeper, turning ordinary friction into something that bordered on overwhelming.

His vision narrowed. The study tilted.

He could feel every ridge of her fingers, every pulse of power that traveled straight into the core of him.

Slovia watched his face the entire time, assessing, measuring how close the strong barbarian already was to breaking.

When a low, involuntary sound escaped his throat, she smiled and released him.

Then she sank to her knees.

The stone floor was cold, but she settled between his spread boots as if it were a throne.

Her long hair spilled forward, silver threads catching the firelight.

Both hands returned to him, one wrapping the base of the thick cock, the other still cradling his balls—and she leaned in.

Her mouth opened and took him in a single, hard suck.

The wet heat closed around the broad head and slid down, down, until her lips stretched wide around the girth and more than half his length disappeared into her throat.

Kane’s head thudded back against the wall.

The magical restraints flared brighter as his whole body tried to thrust forward and failed.

Slovia didn’t ease up.

She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing firmly along the underside while she pulled back only to take him deeper on the next stroke.

The sound was filthy, wet, the soft choke when she forced herself farther down the throbbing shaft.

Her mana-coated fingers never stopped moving at the base, stroking what her mouth could not reach, the power still feeding pure, dizzying pleasure straight into him.

She rolled his balls in her palm, squeezing just short of pain, and the combined assault made Kane’s knees threaten to buckle even though the magic held him upright.

”Fuck—”

The word tore out of him raw.

Slovia’s eyes flicked up, dark and amused, and she only sucked harder.

Spit slicked her chin and ran down onto her fingers.

She set a relentless pace, bobbing her head with practiced strength, taking him to the back of her throat on every other stroke and holding him there while her tongue worked.

Kane’s chest heaved.

Sweat ran down the carved lines of his stomach.

He was stronger than almost any man alive, yet the combination of her mouth and the mana left him helpless, dizzy, the world reduced to the tight wet seal of her lips and the relentless pull of her throat.

His cock swelled even thicker against her tongue. She felt it and hummed in approval, the vibration traveling straight through him.