NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Thora’s voice dropped, rough and certain.

”I’m yours. From the beginning. Always at the top.”

He lowered her onto him in one steady thrust.

”aahn—”

Thora’s mouth opened on a silent cry.

Kane filled her, the thick stretch forcing a broken sound from her throat. He did not give her time to adjust.

Both hands stayed locked on her hips, and he drove up into her hard, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Thora met every thrust, grinding down to take him deeper, her plump breasts bouncing with the force of it.

Kane leaned forward again and sucked one nipple back into his mouth, biting and pulling while he fucked her without restraint.

”Harder,” she demanded.

”I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

He gave it to her. The chair creaked under them. Thora’s nails dug into his shoulders. Her cunt clenched around him in tight pulses, already close.

Kane felt the first flutter and slowed just enough to keep her on the edge, grinding deep instead of thrusting, the head of his cock pressing hard against the spot that made her thighs shake.

”Not yet,” he said against her breast. ”You come when I say.”

Thora’s laugh turned into a moan.

”Cruel bastard.”

”Your cruel bastard.”

He stood without pulling out, carrying her with him, and laid her back across the desk. Papers scattered. He hooked her knees over his elbows, spread her wide, and drove back in to the hilt.

The new angle let him watch every inch of his cock disappear into her. Thora’s head tipped back against the wood, dark hair spilling over the edge. Her breasts rose and fell with every hard thrust.

Kane leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other reaching down to rub tight circles over her clit while he fucked her deep and steady.

”Look at me,” he ordered.

She did. Her eyes were glassy, mouth open, the sounds she made turning sharper with every stroke.

”This is what you get for thinking you were anything less than first,” he said.

”You take every inch. You come on my cock. And you remember exactly where you stand.”

Thora’s answer was a broken ”Yes” that turned into a cry as her climax hit. Her cunt clamped down hard, pulsing around him in strong waves.

Kane kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until her legs shook and her voice cracked.

Only when the last tremor faded did he slow, still buried deep, still hard, still watching her face.

”nnnngh!”

The soft sound of bare feet on stone made both of them turn.

Misha stood in the doorway of the bath chamber.

Water still clung to her skin. A thin towel was wrapped loosely around her body, already slipping.

Golden eyes moved over the scene in front of her, Kane standing between Thora’s spread thighs, cock half-buried inside her, Thora’s chest still heaving, the wet shine of her orgasm visible on both of them.

Misha did not look away.

She let the towel fall.

Her body was leaner than Thora’s, the healed heart having left her with a quieter strength, high small breasts, and the golden thatch between her thighs already glistening.

She walked forward until she stood beside the desk, close enough that Kane could smell the clean scent of her bath and the warmer scent of her arousal.

”I finished,” she said simply. ”And I heard you.”

Kane’s hand left Thora’s clit and reached for Misha instead, sliding up the inside of her thigh until his fingers found her already wet and open.

He pushed two fingers into her without preamble. Misha’s breath caught, but she stepped closer, spreading her stance so he could work her easier.

Thora turned her head on the desk and looked at the princess with a slow, knowing smile.

”Join us,” she said. ”He’s still hard. He always is after the first one.”

Kane pulled free of Thora just long enough to lift Misha onto the desk beside her. The two women ended up side by side, thighs touching, both looking up at him.

He kissed Misha first, deep, claiming, the same way he had kissed her in the corridor that morning, then turned and kissed Thora with equal hunger.

When he pulled back, both of them were breathing harder.

He guided his cock back to Thora’s entrance and sank in halfway, then reached for Misha’s hand and placed it on the remaining length so she could feel every thick inch that still waited outside.

”Watch,” he told Misha. ”Feel how she takes me.”

He pushed the rest of the way into Thora in one long stroke. Both women made soft sounds: Thora from the stretch, Misha from the sight and the heat of him under her palm.

Kane fucked Thora in slow, deep thrusts while his fingers returned to Misha’s cunt, curling inside her in the same rhythm.

Misha leaned back against the edge of the desk, one hand already between her own thighs. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over her clit, then slipped lower, pushing inside as she watched Kane drive into Thora.

Kane’s voice stayed rough.

”Talk to me. Both of you. I want to hear it.”

Thora answered first, breathless under every hard thrust.

”You’re so deep. I can feel you in my womb. Don’t stop.”

Misha’s voice came softer, but steady.

”I watched you all day with those women. I watched them stare at your cock. I wanted every one of them to know it already belonged to us.”

Kane reached forward, fisted a thick handful of Thora’s dark hair, and pulled her head back until her throat arched.

The new angle let him sink even further. Thora’s mouth opened on a broken sound as the head of his cock pressed against the deepest point inside her.

”That’s it,” he growled. ”Take it. Every fucking inch.”

He set a brutal pace. The desk shuddered under them. Thora’s plump breasts bounced with every impact. Kane kept his grip in her hair, forcing her to look up at him while he used her without mercy.

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Wet sounds filled the study, skin meeting skin, the slick pull of his cock leaving her and slamming back in.

”Harder,” Thora managed.