I yank his pants down to his knees, hear his cock swing free, and then my hand wraps around the thick length, so fucking warm to the touch.
Vallan grunts as my hand glides from base to tip, my arm working fast as I blindly stroke him to an egregious size. My front grinds into his naked, flexed ass, wetness growing between my thighs.
His arousal smears on my palm. With my arm squeezing his neck, I turn his face with my hand. I rise further to lock our lipstogether in a searing kiss. My eyes close and I lose myself in the moment, the sounds of my hand on his stiff pillar filling my ears.
Vallan abruptly spins, no longer willing to play the victim. His huge cock slaps against my hip. I gasp when I look down at how hard he is. My momentary lapse in sanity gives him all the time he needs to switch positions and swing behind me on his knees.
Now it’smypants being lowered. Unlike him, I put up a languid struggle, trying to keep the giggle of excitement from passing through my lips.
Vallan’s hand grabs a handful of my wide ass, digging deep into my flesh, and he grunts in my ear. “I’ve waited too fucking long to have you, silverblood.”
“Then take me like you’ve dreamed of, you big bastard,” I whisper in a heated, breathless voice. “You’ve won the match. Shove that fat fucking thing inside me and claim your reward.”
His grunt is more of a growl this time. It only makes me wetter. He claims my mouth first, keeping me locked in front of him with one arm barring both of mine behind me. I sway in place when his free hand cups my pussy from below and massages my clit. My thighs squeeze around his wrist, my fleshy legs making his hand disappear. Still, I can feel the tickle of his fingers ghosting over my clit and wet lips, eager to dive in.
I don’t give him the satisfaction, teasing him by holding his hand in place with my thighs squished together.
Then his cock slaps down across my ass, flossing between my wobbling flesh. I gasp and lose all sense of decorum and brattiness, opening my legs wide for him to slide his hand out. He replaces it with his huge cock and sinks inside me from behind.
A croak leaves my mouth, jaw falling open as his incredible girth fills and stretches me apart. He hammers deep in one thrust, and I know he’s not done. It takes five more mind-melting, flesh-clapping thrusts before he’s close to hilting inside me.
With Vall seated firmly inside me, I throw my wide ass back, trying to knock him off balance. Our coupling has always been a push and pull—a violent dance of eagerness and righteous aggression. It’s why I charged him with my swords drawn, out of nowhere: I knew he would appreciate the challenge.
I give up the fight, moaning as he hoists me up straight with my arms pinned behind me. His hips buck and his cock careens deeper. Lights explode behind my lids. My head wrenches back on its own and his free hand caresses the vulnerable skin of my throat.
“Drink me and fuck me until I can’t walk,” I moan.
His fangs pierce my neck without warning, chin dipping to meet my exposed flesh. I whimper as he drinks, a thrum of heat and desire pulsing through me just as his cock thickens and impossibly grows even larger inside.
He’s an iron rod now, moving faster. When he pulls back from feasting on my Loreblood, he lets out a growl of approval.
I start to fall forward when he unhands my pinned arms. He catches my fall, reaching to cup my heavy breasts to keep me upright. Through my tunic, he twists and teases my peaked, sensitive nipples.
I cry out again, slamming my ass into his sturdy hips, knowing it won’t toss him back. Maybe Garroway, if I was forceful enough, but not a huge ogre like Vallan Stellos.
When he lets my tits go, I finally collapse onto my hands and knees. His palms glide over my rear, slapping my ass with a loudclapthat bounces off the rocks and hills around us.
These poor dead fucking bodies, having to hear this defilement!
There’s no pretty, proper way to fuck a man like Vallan Stellos. There’s only animal instinct and taking what you want.He knew right when I walked over here what I was about and what I needed. He played the part effortlessly, pretending like he was hard-pressed to fend me off.
Now he has me bent over in the dirt, hands digging into my hips as the hulking brute rails the life out of me. I choke from a small cloud of dust kicking up with our eager movements, mingling with the blood running down my collar.
“It’s been too fucking long,” I croak, as if three months is practically the end of the world.
For me, it almost was. If Lukain or Alacine had gotten what they wanted, I’d be dead right now.
If not for Vallan, Garroway, and Skartovius . . .
My ass claps when he spanks it. He’ll be leaving a wide handprint behind to mark his claim on me. The sudden jolt of pain mingling with the pleasure brings me out of my thoughts. I become an animal relegated to swinging my curves and nothing else.
Vallan is a quiet man. He’s a man of business. He responds to my words by growling, pumping into me hard, and shooting me forward with his obscene size and strength. I scrabble forward on all fours. He crawls after me, leans forward, and murmurs, “Three months feels like three centuries when you’re away.” Then he slides back and tongues my asshole and cunt before I know what’s happening.
“Oh fuck me True!” I scream.
My toes curl in my boots. The sudden wetness forces and explosion of colors behind my eyes. The feral wave I’ve been riding breaks on the banks and quickly follows my cries, spreading through me as I tremble and unravel.
My orgasm shakes my body. Vallan’s roar tells me he appreciates it all over his face. The next moment, thick strands of cum paint my naked rear and trickle down between my legs onto the dirt.
