NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Kane kept his hand at her throat. He could feel every swallow, every rapid beat of her pulse. Her legs remained locked around him.

The grind of her hips was slow and deliberate now, rubbing the heat of her cunt along the length of his cock as if she already knew exactly how she wanted to be taken.

”You think threatening my women is the way to get into my bed?”

”I think showing you I’m not afraid of the consequences is the only way you’ll take me seriously.”

Jenna’s blue eyes stayed locked on his.

”Thora would have already put a blade in my side for less. Misha would have smiled and found another way to make me regret it. You put your hand on my throat and told me you would break my neck. That is the difference. That is what I want.”

Kane’s grip flexed once, just enough to remind her how easily he could follow through.

Jenna’s breath caught, but the smile did not fade. If anything, it sharpened.

”You’re still first on the board,” he said.

”That buys you a conversation. It does not buy you the right to decide the terms.”

”Then set the terms.”

She rolled her hips again, slow and filthy, letting him feel how wet the leather between her thighs had become.

”But don’t tell me to share the night with Vessa and Rina as if I’m just another name on a list. I ranked first every day. I want the night that matches it.”

Kane looked at her.

The system had already measured her ambition as extreme. Standing this close, feeling the way she used her body like a second argument, he could see why.

”You want the night alone,” he said.

”Yes.”

”And if I refuse?”

Jenna’s legs tightened around his waist. She leaned in until her mouth brushed the corner of his.

”Then I will keep ranking. I will keep leading the cavalry. And every time you look at the board you will remember that the woman in first place is the one you turned down because she would not share. I can live with that. The question is whether you can.”

Kane’s free hand settled on the back of her thigh, fingers digging into the firm muscle just below the curve of her ass.

He could have thrown her off. He could have set her down and walked away the same way he had two days earlier.

Instead, he held her there, feeling the heat of her, the steady grind of her cunt against his cock, the way her pulse still hammered under his palm.

Jenna’s legs remained wrapped around his waist, her cunt grinding slow and filthy along the thick ridge of his cock. The leather between them was soaked. Her pulse hammered under the hand still at her throat.

”You will regret it,” he said.

Her grip in his red hair tightened hard enough to sting. Blue eyes burned into his.

”Put it in.”

”No.”

”Do it.”

She rubbed harder, rolling her hips with deliberate, desperate pressure. The heat of her cunt dragged along every inch of him through the fabric. Pleasure spiked sharp and immediate.

Kane’s jaw flexed. He could have thrown her off. Instead he turned, still carrying her, and walked.

The barracks for the cavalry sat lower in the keep, a long stone wing that housed only women.

Filled only with women.

Kane kicked the first unlocked door that smelled of her: leather, steel, and the faint scent of the day’s training.

The door slammed against the wall. He carried her inside, kicked it shut, and threw the bolt with one hand while her mouth was already on his neck.

Jenna’s legs dropped the moment her feet touched the floor. She shoved him back against the door, dropped to her knees, and yanked his trousers open with both hands. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking.

She stared at it for half a second like she had been waiting years, then took him into her mouth in one deep, greedy swallow.

”God, I wanted this,” she rasped around him when she pulled back for air.

Her hair came loose as she worked. The high knot collapsed. Blonde strands spilled over her face and his thighs while she sucked him hard, wet, and messy.

There was nothing elegant about it. She was desperate. Needy. Clingy in a way Thora never was, and Misha never needed to be. She took him deep enough to choke, pulled off with a thick string of spit connecting her lips to the head of his cock, then immediately sank back down again, moaning like the taste alone was enough to get her off.

Kane’s hand fisted in the newly freed hair and held her there while she gagged herself on him.

”You’re fucking starving for it,” he said.

Jenna pulled off just long enough to speak, voice already wrecked.

”Three days watching you walk around with that thing hard. Three days ranking first and still not getting it. I’m done waiting.”

She sucked him back in, faster now, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, the other already shoved between her own thighs under the short training leather.

Kane let her work for another minute, feeling the wet heat of her throat, the way she clung to his thighs like she was afraid he would push her away.

Then he hauled her up by the hair.

She came up gasping. Kane tore the leather top open with both hands. The material gave with a sharp rip. Her breasts spilled free, flushed and marked from the day’s straps.

He bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth hard enough to make her cry out, teeth scraping, tongue working the tight peak while his hand crushed the other breast without mercy.

Jenna’s head fell back against the door.

”Fuck—yes—harder—”

He bit down. She jerked. He switched to the other breast and treated it the same, leaving wet, red marks across the flesh.

Jenna’s hands scrambled at his shoulders, his hair, the door behind her. When he finally lifted his head, her nipples were dark and swollen, and her chest was heaving.

”Turn around.”