He tugs her arms until they press against his chest. He brushes her long curls aside and slips a hand between her legs, circling the bundle of nerves at her apex with two fingers.
For the first time in his life, he desires, no, needs to see this perfect slut clamp on his cock and milk his cum inside her pussy.
Fuck if he did not want to keep Avina at his mercy forever.
“Yes.” She hisses, drawing his focus back to her cheek resting against his.
Savory sounds of their arousal echo from his cell and into the corridor. Her chained arms painfully press against the muscles of his side. The faster he tickles her clit, the more haggard her breathing becomes.
She is close.
“Cum for me, Avina!” He snarls into her ear.
As if waiting on his command, she shrieks in pleasure, coming undone in his hold. Her walls collapse around him as if begging him to release into her.
“Sigvid!” She screams his name over and over, torturing his greedy need to abduct her all for himself. The waves of her orgasm drag her under to the same Abyss he is trapped in for her.
He lifts her body and bounces her up and down over his cock. Some of her arousal slides onto his balls, and he cannot handle the sensations of her body any longer. He cums hard inside his little Queen with a wild ferocity.
“That’s it! Take my fucking cum. You’re nothing but a pathetic little slut!” Sigvid holds her firmly against him as he shoots ropes inside her. The sheer amount of his cum stuffed into her hole begins to drip out.
He breathes heavily as his emotions disperse. Never has sex felt so emotionally charged for him.
The excess chains clang to the ground as he shifts her body from their weight.
The time has arrived.
Sigvid can snap her pretty little neck and exact his revenge.
But she gazes up at him in silent wonder. Her delicate fingers reach up to tangle in his dense beard.
Adjusting her weight, he finds her nearly limp in his arms. Even with the effects of the wine, she should not be this out of it. Her hazy gaze betrays her body’s response to the pain of the chains.
“Sigvid…” Her shaky voice whispers his name like a caress.
Now, kill her!
13
SIGVID
September 19th, Year 100, 9th Era
Treland Arena
Heavy footsteps boom down the hall, and his door is thrown open.
“Well, good evening, Sigvid. Did you find yourself a treat?”
Laughter answers the Battlemaster’s sneering commentary. Sigvid lifts his head, his expression contorted in rage, to find the Battlemaster and three guards facing them with swords drawn.
“The Arena Masters figured this would happen when she became your sponsor.” The Battlemaster quips as he kneels in front of them on the floor.
Avina has been my sponsor? All my comforts, even the axes, have been from her!
His mind reels as he glances back down into her apprehension-filled gaze. Her hands fist his thin tunic, and her head slowly pivots to bury itself in his chest as if seeking refuge in hisembrace.
Sigvid is so confused by her sudden actions that his momentary distraction allows the Battlemaster to rip her body from his grasp.
