She is enjoying this.
“I am the Queen of Timber. You cannot do this.” She hisses as the axe strikes just the right spot. Forced moans tumble out of her lips, betraying her storm of emotions.
“You cannot even speak without moaning, you dirty cunt.” He sneers.
She feels the rough leather of his armor press into the softness of her back. He growls in her ear, and dammit if she doesn’t grunt like an animal.
“Watch, little Queen, as I can do whatever I fucking want to you.” The axe twists as he moves it in and out.
She screams at the shift in position. His free hand slides up her back to wrap around the front of her neck.
I cannot become his toy. I need to return home to those who need me.
“Please, Sigvid. Let me go. I promise not to pursue you any longer.”
“Too late for that.” His laugh is dry and demeaning. “You will be too busy on your knees at my side until I say otherwise.”
She shakes her head through the thrill continuing to build between her legs. Speaking was keeping her orgasm at bay. She refuses to offer her vulnerability to him.
“I will not join the ranks of your whores.”
He wraps his hand around her mouth, silencing her protests to pathetic mumbles. “You are the only whore I ever wanted.” He squeezes tighter on her mouth while increasing the speed as he fucks her with the axe handle.
Oh, Goddess, this is wrong. I shouldn’t enjoy this!
She cannot fight back despite every warning bell ringing in her head, urging her to flee by any means necessary. She is utterly helpless under his control. Even his hand, clutching her mouth so tightly she is likely to bruise, incites a desire for him. A harrowing darkness deep inside her yearns to surrender herself to Sigvid’s brutality.
“Cum for me!” he continues to thrust the shaft of his axe into her. “Do as I say!”
Her self-control wavers on the edge of a blade. The peak of the high mocks her even as she denies herself the bliss she is sure to reach. His authoritative voice clutches into her groin and wrenches the earth-shattering release out of her core. Whether she wants it to or not.
She screams as her walls shudder against the rigid shaft, urging her from one orgasm into another as he presses into her sweet spot. No one has ever forced her to cum this intensely.
“Good girl.” He removes the carved wood slowly and carefully as if he is now worrying about her well-being. “Stand.”
He jerks her upright until her back is against him. His stiff member, still concealed in his trousers, presses against her behind.
“Mmm,” the tip of his nose trails along her shoulder, “I will have you.” His breath sends goosebumps across her neck.
“We shall see.” She seethes.
“Is that a challenge?”
She grits her teeth. “Take it as you will. I will never stop trying to escape you.”
“I enjoy this fight in you, Avina. But, I will break you.” He grabs her neck and roughly tosses her back onto the table in his cell. He removes his solid cock and then slides between her legs without ceremony. He pins her wrists to the wooden grains of the surface.
They meet one another’s gaze with equal disdain. He grins and glides into her with ease. She squirms underneath him to no avail. She finds herself distracted by the dark art painted across his muscled body. When he catches her gaze, a haunting resolve reflects in his intense eyes.
She refuses to admit the feeling of him buried deep inside was deliciously sinful. He bottoms her out quickly, wreaking moans from her lips that have his eyes black as night. He has already worked her into a dizzyingly wet state from the axe handle, so his thick member feels like an indescribable bliss.
With a growl, he thrusts into her, sliding them further against the wall. He pounds her forcefully enough that the vibrating wood scraping against the wall begins to crack.
She feels she is freefalling through nothingness. His member is seemingly the only tether to the spinning world around her. Every part of her begs that she avert her eyes anywhere but at the mighty warrior plowing into her like a common harlot plucked from the streets.
Despite her better judgment, she lifts her dark lashes until she sees his expression contort in a strange mixture of lust and rage. He continues growling as his sweat drips on her breasts, bouncing in time with his rhythm. He grips her wrists, pulling her roughly along the table toward him.
Noises she didn’t know she possessed leave her lips the angrier he thrusts into her center. Goddess, she needs more of him.
