NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Kane stayed buried inside Kessa for several long breaths, both of them slick with sweat, her cunt still twitching around him in fading pulses.

Seed leaked out around the base of his cock where they were joined. Kessa’s claws had left fresh red lines down his back. Her voice was already wrecked from the three orgasms he had forced out of her.

She wasn’t finished.

Kessa shoved at his chest until he rolled onto his back.

She followed immediately, straddling him again, knees braced wide on the mattress.

One hand reached between them, found his still-hard cock, and guided it back to her entrance.

She sank in a single smooth drop until he bottomed out inside her.

”Ahh—fuck—”

The sound tore out of her throat, rawer than before. Kane’s hands locked onto her hips hard enough to leave new bruises over the ones already forming.

Kessa planted both palms on his chest and started riding him in earnest—deep, rolling thrusts that made her heavy breasts bounce with every downward slam.

Plap. Plap. Slick. Plap.

The impact of her cunt taking him filled the room again, louder than the street noise.

Kane sat up halfway, caught one swinging breast in his mouth, and sucked the dark nipple hard between his teeth. Kessa’s back arched.

”Nnh—yes—bite it—”

He did.

He sucked one nipple until it was swollen and wet, then switched to the other, leaving shiny trails of saliva across her striped skin.

Kessa’s hands fisted in his red hair and held him there while she fucked herself down onto his cock with short, vicious strokes.

Her tail lashed wildly behind her, then curled tight around his thigh.

From the corner, the cot creaked.

Griselda had turned fully toward them.

Her back was no longer to the wall.

Yellow eyes were open and fixed on the place where Kane’s cock disappeared into Kessa over and over.

The blanket she had been gripping was pushed down to her hips. Her thighs were parted just enough that the glistening folds of her pussy were visible in the low lamplight, already wet, the inner lips shiny, a faint trickle of arousal sliding down toward the cot.

Her wings were half-unfurled, trembling with every sharp sound Kessa made.

She still didn’t touch herself. She simply watched, breathing hard through parted lips, violet hair sticking to her damp neck.

Kane saw her.

The sight hit him like a second spike of heat.

He thrust up harder into Kessa, making her cry out, while his eyes stayed locked on the fallen angel’s exposed clit.

Griselda’s gaze flicked up and met his for a single charged second.

She didn’t look away.

A fresh bead of wetness gathered at her entrance and rolled downward.

Kessa noticed the direction of his stare. A broken, breathless laugh left her.

”You like her watching? Good. Let her see what she could have if she ever stopped being so careful.”

She leaned forward, breasts hanging in Kane’s face, and slammed her hips down harder.

Schlick. Plap. Schlick.

”Ahh! Fuck—so deep—”

Kane caught both of her wrists, pinned them behind her back with one hand, and used the other to grip her ass and force her down onto every upward thrust.

The new angle let him drive into her without mercy. Kessa’s head fell back.

A continuous string of broken sounds spilled from her open mouth.

”Nnnh—ahh—Kane—don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—”

The bed frame hammered the wall in a steady, violent rhythm.

Downstairs the half-sheep woman had given up shouting full sentences. Now she only yelled single curses every time the ceiling above her rattled.

”Barbarian! Floorboards!”

From the street, a different male voice called up, half-laughing, half-aroused.

”Still going strong. Ranked female can’t even close her legs. What the fuck is he made of?”

Kane ignored them. He released Kessa’s wrists, grabbed her by the waist, and bounced her on his cock with raw strength. Her breasts slapped against his face.

He turned his head and sucked a nipple back into his mouth, teeth grazing, tongue working the stiff peak while he fucked up into her without pause.

Kessa came again with a shattered cry.

”Ahhhh—fuck—I’m—”

Her cunt clamped down in hard waves, trying to milk him. Kane gritted his teeth and fucked her straight through the orgasm, never slowing, until she was shaking and oversensitive and still trying to keep moving on top of him.

Tears of overload stood in the corners of her blue-green eyes. She looked completely ruined and still hungry.

He flipped them again without warning.

Kessa landed on her stomach. Kane dragged her hips up, spread her cheeks with both thumbs, and drove back into her dripping cunt from behind. The new position let him go even deeper. Kessa’s face pressed into the mattress. Her claws tore fresh lines in the sheets.

”Hah—ahh—yes—use me—”

He set a punishing pace, hips slamming against her ass hard enough to make the flesh jiggle.

One hand reached under her and found her swollen clit, rubbing in rough, relentless circles. The other stayed fisted in her hair, keeping her arched.

Plap-plap-plap-plap.

The sound was filthy, continuous, mixed with Kessa’s broken moans and the wet squelch of his cock churning through the mix of her release and his earlier seed.

Kane’s eyes stayed half on her striped back and half on Griselda.

The fallen angel’s thighs had opened wider. Her pussy was fully visible now, puffy, glistening, the small dark entrance twitching every time Kessa moaned particularly loud.

A string of arousal connected her lower lips. Her hands were clenched so tightly in the blanket that her knuckles had gone white. She still had not touched herself. The restraint looked almost painful.

Kane locked eyes with her while he fucked Kessa harder.

Griselda’s lips parted. A silent, shaky breath left her. Her wings shuddered once and then stayed half-open, as if she had lost the focus to fold them properly.

Kessa pushed back to meet every thrust, voice completely gone now, reduced to high, continuous sounds of pure overstimulation.

”Nnnh—ahh—ahh—Kane—”

He felt his own orgasm building again, heavier this time. He leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, and spoke against her ear while he kept pounding into her.

”Going to fill you again. You’re going to walk through this city tomorrow still leaking me. Every pack that gets close will smell it.”

Kessa’s only answer was a broken, affirmative moan and the way her cunt tightened desperately around him.

Kane rubbed her clit faster. She came a fifth time with almost no sound left, just a full-body seizure of pleasure that left her limp in his hands. The violent fluttering around his cock dragged him over the edge with her.

He slammed into the hilt and emptied himself in thick, pulsing waves, grinding deep while he flooded her already-full cunt.