Invincible Blood Sorceror

Chapter 109: Mating before the Elf Princess and the elder

A low moan, unbidden, vibrated in her throat. ’Mmmph!’

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin where her pulse hammered.

”See?” he growled against her throat.

”No lies between us now.”

His hands found the simple loincloth she wore, and with a sharp tug, the ties gave way. The dry desert air kissed her most intimate skin, making her shiver. He didn’t pause to admire her; his urgency was a palpable force. He shoved his own pants down just enough, freeing his erection, thick and ruddy and utterly inhuman.

He guided himself to her entrance, the tip pressing against her wet heat. Sarhita’s claws dug into his shoulders, her eyes wide, watching him. There was no more pretense, no more talk of Katisana or violations. There was only this moment, this brutal, honest need.

With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.

’Aaaahn!’ The cry was torn from her, a sharp, choked sound of pure shock and pleasure. He filled her completely, a stretching, burning fullness that was unlike anything she had ever known. He was bigger and harder than ever. Every time felt like it was her first time taking his hardwood inside of her.

”Fuck!” Jorghan grunted, his own head falling back, tendons standing out in his neck. He held himself deep for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling her inner muscles flutter and clench around him.

”Yeah... just like that. Tighter than she was.”

”No matter who I was with, you will always be special, Sarhita.”

The crude comparison sent another jolt through her.

He began to move, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm right from the start. There was no gentle build-up, no slow seduction.

This was a claiming.

Each thrust rocked her whole body, slamming her back against his solid thighs. The sandstone at her back scraped her skin, a minor pain lost in the storm of sensation.

Sarhita’s breath hitched as she surrendered to the intensity of his touch, her mind consumed by the raw passion between them. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the secluded cave, a symphony of desire that drowned out everything else.

His grip on her hips was iron-tight, fingers leaving bruises on her blue flesh as he drove into her again and again.

’Smack! Smack! Smack!’

The wet, meaty sound of their joining echoed under the rocky shelf, mingling with their ragged breaths.

”Nngh! J-Jorghan!” She cried out, her composure shattered. Her own hips began to move, meeting his thrusts, chasing the coiling, desperate pleasure building in her core. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, pulling him deeper.

”That’s it, princess,” he rasped, his voice rough with strain. He leaned forward, catching one of her small, red breasts in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the peak before he sucked hard. ’Schlllippp.’

She arched against him, a long, wailing moan escaping her. ’Oooohhhaaaa!’

He was everywhere—the smell of his sweat and sun and man, the taste of his skin where she bit his shoulder, the overwhelming feeling of him pistoning inside her. The world narrowed to the heat, the rock, and the brutal, perfect friction between her legs.

”I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned into her ear, his pace becoming frantic and erratic.

”Gonna put my seed so deep in you... make you remember who fucked you best.”

His words were a final trigger.

The coil in her belly snapped. Her vision whited out as a violent orgasm ripped through her. She screamed, a raw, uninhibited sound that was swallowed by the vast desert. ’AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!’ Her body convulsed around him, milking him, pulling him over the edge with her.

With a guttural roar, Jorghan slammed into her one last time, holding himself deep as he poured his release into her in hot, pulsing jets.

’Hnnnngggh!’ He shuddered violently, his whole body going rigid before collapsing against her, spent.

For a long time, the only sounds were their heaving breaths and the endless trickle of the stream. The intense heat felt cool now on their sweat-slicked skin. He was still inside her, softening, their bodies stuck together with sweat and other fluids.

Slowly, he lifted his head from her shoulder. He didn’t look triumphant or smug. He just looked at her, his eyes dark and serious in the shadow of the rock.

”Now you know,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse.

Sarhita, her body still humming, her mind reeling, could only stare back.

She knew, alright. She knew exactly what it had been like for Katisana.

And she knew, with a terrifying certainty, that she would be following this shameless, perverted human boy again.

-

Jorghan lay back against the warm stone, one arm draped possessively over Sarhita’s waist. The scent of their coupling hung heavy in the still air. He seemed utterly at peace, while a storm of confusion and sated desire churned within her.

Without a word, he sat up, breaking the languid silence.

He held out his hand, palm up.

A faint, shimmering light began to coalesce above it, swirling like molten gold.

Sarhita watched, fascinated despite herself, as the light condensed and stretched, forming the shape of a small, elegant bird with wings of pure, glowing mana. It was a skill she had never seen, a whisper of the magic within Jorghan.

The bird gave a silent, ethereal chirp, bobbing in the air before him.

Jorghan leaned close to it, his voice a low murmur. ”Come to the red rocks by the river stream. Now.”

He blew gently on the construct, and it shot away, a streak of golden light zipping across the barren landscape and vanishing towards the distant sea.

Sarhita sat up sharply, her golden eyes wide with dawning horror.

”What have you done?” she hissed, her voice trembling with a fresh wave of anger.

”You called for ’her’? After what we just... you would summon your whore here?”

He turned to her, his expression not one of apology but of calm, unnerving certainty.

”She’s not my whore. She’s a part of this.” He gestured between the two of them, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

”Part of ’what’?” Sarhita scrambled to her feet, grabbing for her loincloth, her movements jerky with fury and humiliation.

”There is no ’this’! This was a mistake! I will not be here when she arrives!”

”You’ll stay,” Jorghan said, and it wasn’t a request.

It was a command, delivered with such flat, unshakable confidence that it froze her in place.

He stood, completely naked and unashamed, and walked toward her. His long manhood swung between his legs.

”You want to be with me, Sarhita? You want this fire?” He grabbed his own hardening length, stroking it slowly, his eyes locked on hers.

”Then you get used to it. You get used to women. Lots of them. Because I am not going to stop. Not with Katisana. Not with anyone.”

She wanted to spit, to claw his eyes out, to run.

But her feet were rooted to the dust.

The memory of his possession was too fresh, too potent. The raw need he had awakened in her was a shackle stronger than any vine.

Before she could form a retort, a shadow fell over the entrance of their rocky shelter.

Katisana stood there, her red skin glistening with water, her proud face a mask of cool curiosity. Her eyes took in the scene: Jorghan standing erect and defiant, Sarhita half-dressed and bristling with rage.

”You call, and I come, Human Boy,” Katisana said, her voice like the wash of hot winds over the sand dunes. Her gaze drifted to Sarhita, and a slow, knowing smile touched her lips.

”I see you have been busy in the sun. The Patriarch’s daughter. I wondered when your curiosity would get the better of you.”

Sarhita snarled, baring her fangs. ”Leave, Katisana. This does not concern you.”

”But it does,” Jorghan interrupted.

He walked to Katisana, not with tenderness, but with a familiar, claiming air. He stood before her and pulled her to him, her tall frame pressed against him. He gestured for her to lean down, and when she did, he put his lips on her and kissed her, a deep, carnal kiss that made Sarhita’s stomach twist. Katisana met it with equal fervor, her hands coming up to grip his arms.

When they broke apart, Jorghan turned his head, his eyes finding Sarhita’s again.

”Watch,” he told her, his voice a low thrum of power.

He pushed Katisana back against the sandstone wall, right where he and Sarhita had been moments before.

He didn’t bother with preliminaries.

He hiked up Katisana’s skimpy wrap, and with a single, grunting thrust, he was inside her. Katisana cried out, a sharp, guttural sound of pleasure, her head thumping back against the rock. ’Uhhnn!’

Sarhita stood transfixed, a prisoner of the scene.

She watched the powerful muscles of Jorghan’s back and ass flex as he drove into the Nuwe’rak woman with the same brutal, efficient rhythm he had used on her.