NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Thora settled more fully onto his lap, knees bracketing his hips, the heat of her cunt resting heavily against the hard length of him.

Kane’s good hand rose without hesitation and closed around the full weight of one breast, squeezing hard enough that the soft flesh overflowed his fingers.

The contrast with the last time he had touched her properly was immediate, heavier, softer, the kind of fullness that came from days of tension and no release.

"Do you like it?" she asked, voice low, already a little rough.

Kane thumbed the tight nipple and watched it peak under the pressure.

"They’ve grown big."

Thora’s mouth curved.

She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, dragging the slick seam of her ass along the underside of his cock from base to head and back again.

"It’s been aching for your touch. Every day you were gone. Every night I sat with that wine cup and thought about your hands and your mouth and the way you don’t ask permission when you want something."

She leaned down until her hair curtained both their faces.

"Give it to me."

Kane lifted his head, opened his mouth, and took as much of the breast as he could.

Soft flesh filled him, spilled past his lips, warm and yielding.

He sucked hard, tongue working the nipple in rough strokes, and felt her breath hitch against the top of his head.

"Ngh..."

His good hand stayed locked on the other breast, kneading, pinching, pulling until Thora made a low, approving sound in her throat.

"That’s it," she muttered.

"Harder. I didn’t wait this long for careful."

He obliged, sucking until his cheeks hollowed, teeth grazing the sensitive peak just enough to make her hips jerk.

The sound of his mouth on her filled the quiet room.

Thora kept moving the whole time, short, filthy rolls of her hips that smeared her wetness along his cock without ever taking him inside.

Every pass left him slicker.

Every pass made the ache in his ribs feel distant compared to the one building between his legs.

She pulled the first breast free with a wet pop and immediately guided the second to his mouth.

"Other one. Don’t leave it jealous."

Kane took it the same way, open-mouthed, trying to fit more than was possible.

Thora watched him with satisfied eyes, one hand braced on the mattress beside his head, the other sliding down between their bodies to wrap around the base of his cock.

She stroked him in time with the slow grind of her cunt, thumb spreading the wetness she had left on him.

"Missed the way you look when you’re like this," she said.

"Half-broken and still trying to devour me. The brace doesn’t make you any less greedy."

He released her breast long enough to answer, voice already strained.

"You spent weeks threatening the elves and rationing wine. I’m not the only one who’s greedy."

Thora laughed once and rewarded him with a tighter stroke of her hand and a slower, heavier drag of her cunt along his length.

"Guilty. I thought about riding you like this every night. Thought about sitting on your face until you couldn’t breathe anything but me. Thought about the noise you’d make when I finally let you put it in."

She leaned down and bit the side of his neck, hard enough to sting.

"You’re going to give me all of it before the others get their turn."

"Yes."

"You were always first."

"I know."

Kane’s good arm banded around her waist and pulled her higher so he could mouth at the soft underside of her breasts, the valley between them, the places that rarely got attention when things turned fast and rough.

Thora’s breathing roughened.

Her hand on his cock grew less steady.

She kept rubbing against him, slick, deliberate, the head of his cock catching against her entrance on every upward pass without ever slipping inside.

"You’re doing that on purpose," he growled against her skin.

"Of course I am."

She sounded pleased with herself.

"You made me wait. I’m collecting interest. Feel how wet I am? That’s weeks of training schedules and bad sleep and no cock when I wanted it."

She demonstrated by lifting just enough that he could feel the open, dripping heat of her hover over the head of him, then sinking back down to rub along the shaft again.

Kane’s hips tried to lift.

The ribs immediately protested. Thora clicked her tongue and pressed him flat with a hand on his good shoulder.

"None of that. You lie there and take what I give you. Move too much, and I’ll stop and leave you like this until morning."

"You’re evil."

"I’m owed."

She guided his mouth back to her breast.

"Suck. And keep your hips still. I’ll tell you when you get to do more than lie there and suffer."

Kane obeyed, sucking hard on the nipple while his hand mauled the other breast, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh.

Thora kept the slow, torturous rhythm, hips rolling, hand stroking, cunt sliding wetly along his cock until both of them were breathing harder than the limited activity should have justified.

Every time he got close to the edge, she eased off, squeezing the base of him firmly, waiting until the urgency receded before starting again.

"Thora—"

"Not yet."

She kissed the corner of his mouth, then the line of his jaw, then the hinge beneath his ear.

"I want you so hard it hurts. I want you dripping for me. I want you to remember this the next time you decide to disappear into another empire for weeks and come back looking like a ruin."

She sat back a little, giving him a full view of her body in the lamplight, heavy breasts flushed from his mouth, nipples dark and wet, the soft curve of her stomach, the place where her cunt was still slowly rubbing along his aching cock. Her hand never stopped moving.

"Tell me what you missed most," she said.

"While you were bleeding in Berakamon and listening to things talk about pawns. What did you think about when the body was listing everything that was broken?"

Kane’s voice came out raw.

"This. The noise you make when you finally stop teasing and take what you want. The fact that the bed always smells like you afterward."

Thora’s expression flickered, something softer beneath the heat, before the familiar, possessive edge returned.

"Good answer."

She lifted, reached between them, and dragged the head of his cock through her folds one last time, coating him thoroughly, letting him feel how ready she was.

Then she stopped there, looking down at him with dark eyes.

"I’m going to ride you now."