NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Kane answered by yanking her hair tighter and driving into the root. Thora’s back arched off the wood. Her cunt clenched around him in desperate pulses.

”You’re close,” he said. ”I can feel it. Come on my cock while she watches.”

Thora’s eyes flicked sideways to Misha.

The princess had two fingers buried inside herself now, stroking in the same rhythm Kane used on the woman beneath him.

Misha’s breath came faster. Her free hand cupped one small breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to leave a mark.

”Look at her,” Kane ordered Thora. ”She’s finger-fucking herself because watching me ruin you is enough to get her wet. That is how much you both belong to me.”

Thora’s answer was a raw cry as her orgasm hit.

”oh-h...haah... hah...”

Her walls clamped down, milking him in strong waves. Kane fucked her through it, never slowing, never easing the grip on her hair. Only when the last tremor left her body did he bury himself to the hilt and come.

Thick pulses flooded her. He held still, letting every drop empty inside, then slowly pulled free. A heavy trail of his seed spilled from Thora’s open cunt and ran down over the curve of her ass onto the desk.

Kane released her hair. Thora stayed sprawled where he left her, thighs trembling, dark hair tangled, chest rising and falling hard.

He turned to Misha.

She was still touching herself, golden eyes heavy-lidded, fingers shiny. Kane caught her wrist, pulled her hand away, and brought those fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean without breaking eye contact.

”My turn,” she said.

He lifted her easily.

Misha’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. The head of his cock, still slick from Thora, nudged against her entrance. Kane held her there, suspended, the thick tip just barely inside.

”Ready?”

Misha’s arms locked around his neck. Her voice was quiet but certain.

”Yes. Put it in. I’ve been ready since I exited the bathroom.”

He lowered her onto him in one smooth motion. Misha’s breath left her in a sharp gasp as he filled her.

”Ohhh fuck...”

Kane adjusted his grip under her thighs and began to move, fucking her while standing, every upward thrust lifting her slight body against his chest.

”You...,” Misha whispered against his ear. ”You’re still so hard. Even after filling her.”

Kane’s laugh was low and dark.

”I have two of you. I’m not finished.”

He walked them toward the wide bed without pulling out, each step driving him deeper.

When the backs of her thighs met the mattress, he laid her down and followed, never leaving her body. One hand braced beside her head. The other caught her knee and pushed it higher, opening her wider so he could watch every thick inch sink into her.

”Aahhh!”

”Talk,” he ordered. ”Tell me what you feel.”

Misha’s golden eyes stayed on his face.

”I feel claimed. I feel the way you stretch me. I feel the wetness from her still on you, and I don’t care. I want it. I want you to use me the same way.”

Kane gave her exactly that. He set a hard, steady rhythm, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the quiet room.

Misha’s small breasts moved with every thrust. Her hands slid down his back, nails dragging, then lower until she gripped his ass and pulled him in even deeper.

”That’s it,” Kane muttered.

”Take it. You stood in that council this morning and spoke for me. Now you take what comes with it.”

Misha’s answer came between broken breaths.

”I would do it again. Every day. Just keep fucking me like this.”

He shifted his angle, grinding against the spot that made her thighs shake. Misha’s head tipped back against the sheets.

A continuous sound left her throat with every stroke. Kane watched her face the entire time, the way her mouth opened, the flush climbing her chest, the way her cunt tightened around him in warning.

”You’re going to come,” he said. ”Do it. Soak my cock while I watch.”

Misha’s orgasm hit hard. Her back arched. Her walls pulsed in tight, rhythmic waves, trying to pull him deeper.

Kane fucked her through it without mercy, drawing every last tremor out of her until she was shaking and gasping his name.

Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and follow. Thick heat flooded her. He stayed locked inside, rolling his hips in slow, deep circles, making sure she felt every pulse.

When he finally eased out, a trickle of his seed followed, running down between her thighs onto the sheets.

Misha stayed spread where he left her, golden eyes half-closed, chest rising and falling.

Across the room, Thora had recovered enough to push herself up on one elbow. She watched them both with a slow, satisfied smile, dark hair still tangled from Kane’s fist.

Kane looked between the two women, one still dripping on the desk, one marked and open on the bed, and felt the familiar, possessive heat settle low in his gut.

”Neither of you is leaving this room tonight,” he said.

Thora’s voice was rough from screaming.

”We weren’t planning to.”

Misha reached up, caught Kane’s wrist, and pulled him down until his weight settled over her again.

”Good,” she whispered. ”Because I’m not finished either.”

Kane’s cock twitched, already beginning to harden once more against her thigh.

He lay in the middle of the wide bed, one arm around each of them.

Thora pressed against his left side, Misha against his right. The sheets were a wreck of sweat and seed, the fire burned low, and the study was quiet except for the slow sound of three people breathing.

He stared at the ceiling beams.

Seven Supreme Devils.

In the game they had been the true end-game wall.

God-tier difficulty, every one of them. Not the kind of bosses you beat with numbers or clever positioning. They rewrote the battlefield just by existing.

He had cleared them once, behind a screen, with perfect knowledge and save points. Now there were no save points.

Misha’s lips brushed his chest in a slow, absent kiss. Her hair spilled across his ribs.

Thora’s fingers moved through his red hair with familiar care, scratching lightly at his scalp the way she had done after every hard fight since the early days.

Both of their hands rested low on his stomach, not demanding, simply present, stroking in idle, lazy circles over the muscle there.

Kane smiled into the dark.

”I will keep you two safe,” he said, voice low enough that it barely disturbed the quiet.

”Including Sira. Emilia. Seraphine. Kessa. Everyone.”