That hand on my throat flexed as he began to fuck me the way I’d imagined a horde king would. Dominant, almost savage, thrusts into my waiting sex, as if I was made for his pleasure, as if he owned me. Perhaps he did. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be owned, collared and fucked into frightening pleasure.
Beneath me, my breasts swayed and bobbed with every hard pound of his cock, the heavy plate of my golden necklace jingling in time with his thrusts. My hair fell over my shoulder, tickling my nipples, moving back and forth. Everything was in motion. My arms shook as they held me up, my buttocks clenched, my belly quivered.
“Your cunt is perfect,kalles,” he growled behind me, punctuating his words with strong thrusts, as if to emphasize his point. “Hot and tight for me.Vok!”
“Ohh!” I cried out when he picked up his pace even more, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the tent. I felt the sway and slap of his heavy sack against the back of my thighs.
And then I felt something else. That small rounded bump just above the base of his cock…it began to harden. It began tovibratein pulsing, throbbing beats, in time with his heart.
“Arokan!” I whimpered, feeling it press against my puckered, private flesh with every thrust, a wicked, strange sensation that made mecrazed.
“Lysi, kalles,” he rasped. “Cry out my name when I fuck you, so you know you owns your body. So you know who owns this cunt.”
Oh goddess. Hiswordsmade crazed too.
Squeezing my eyes shut against the rapidly rising pleasure, feeling that hard bump stimulate me, feeling him deep inside, stretching and filling me to the very brim…it was too much.
My spine arched as I reared back my hips to meet his thrusts. I didn’t care anymore about what this meant, didn’t care that he’d taken me from my village, that he had claimed my body and my life though I barely knew him.
I didn’t care because all I wanted to do wascum.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my nipples pebbling even tighter, my arms shaking. That hand at my throat pressed and squeezed and after a particularly savage, deep thrust, I began to orgasm. “Ooh yes!”
“Vok!” Arokan cured loudly as my sex began to clench around his length and that vibration from his bump only increased, becomingstronger. “Luna!”
The strongest orgasm of my life consumed me, stretching from one moment to the next.
I hated him. I hated that he alone could make me feel this way, that he alone could control my body this way.
But it didn’t take away the fact that I came so hard I saw darkness and stars. I came so hard I was momentarily lost to the world, time completely erased when I resurfaced.
When it was over, I was trembling and my arms collapsed beneath me, though he never ceased his brutal, claiming thrusts into my body.
He was fucking his queen. He was fucking me like a barbaric horde king of the Dakkari and Ihatedthat Ilovedit.
With a growl, he pulled out of me and flipped me again until I was flat on my back. He tugged my hips down, maneuvering me so he could easily pound inside me, filling me even as my sex continued to flutter around him.
My brows pulled together, a rough cry tearing from my throat when that bump pressed into my sensitive clit with every thrust.
Too much, too much! I feared I would cum again when I’d only just stopped.
Arokan’s yellow gaze was on me. His golden tattoos glittered in the candlelight of the warm tent, the expanse of his broad chest only hindered by the stitched gash I’d sewn up earlier that afternoon.
Perfect, golden flesh, perfectly sculpted into a magnificent male who used that magnificent body against me.
When he ground his hips into me, that vibrating bump made me scream. Like a crazed animal, I dug my fingernails into his flesh, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I orgasmed for a second time.
I heard his roar of pleasure a moment later, felt his hips drive into me, hard and unyielding. Another foreign sensation overcame me when I felt his seed shoot into me, bathing my inner, flexing walls, filling me up like his cock had. I groaned, my chest heaving, even as I rocked into him formore.
Once it was over, Arokan collapsed next me, a deep sound revving from his chest, a sound I’d never heard before.
Before I knew it, his lips were on mine.
I gasped into his mouth and he used that opportunity to stroke that tongue deep inside, soft and slow and hot.
I guess Dakkari do kiss, I thought, exhausted, unsure of what or evenhowI should feel.
He groaned as I opened for him. Opened for him, just like Mirari had suggested.
