NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Chapter 162: Long Due (2)

"Seraphine," he growled softly, voice rough with pleasure.

"Your touch could make a warlord beg."

She handles me like she owns every inch, confident, knowing exactly how to drive me higher.

This woman... she’ll ruin me for anyone else.

She smiled into the kiss, stroking faster now, her fist gliding smoothly along his length.

"Good. I enjoy watching your control fray. Feel how wet I am from you? That’s what you do to me."

Her other hand cupped his balls gently, rolling them as she continued the steady, slick pumping.

Their kisses grew messier, open-mouthed, breathless, until Kane’s hand tightened in her hair and he spun them.

He bent her forward in the corridor, her hands bracing against the cool stone wall. Seraphine arched her back beautifully, pushing her ass toward him, her long white hair cascading over one shoulder.

Kane gripped her hips and thrust back into her pussy in one smooth, deep stroke. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"Yes—fuck me like this," she gasped, pushing back to meet him.

"I love how you stretch me... how deep you reach."

Kane set a powerful rhythm, hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. His hand fisted in her white hair, pulling just enough to arch her neck back as he leaned over her.

"You take me so well," he murmured hotly against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe.

"Every inch. So tight and wet around me. I could stay buried in this perfect cunt all night."

Their bodies moved in sync, raw, primal, yet laced with that same teasing enjoyment.

He released her hair to reach around and cup her breast, pinching the nipple as he drove deeper.

Seraphine cried out in pleasure, her walls fluttering around him.

"Harder, Kane. I can take it," she urged, voice breathy.

"I enjoy feeling you lose yourself in me."

He obliged, pounding into her with controlled strength, the wet sounds of their joining filling the corridor.

Gods, the way she squeezes me... like her body is begging for more. That warrior strength in her legs, the way she pushes back, is unmatched.

His free hand slid down to rub her clit in firm circles, drawing sharper moans from her throat.

"...Ngh!"

Seraphine came first, shuddering hard around his cock, her knees nearly buckling.

Kane held her up, fucking her through it until her climax eased.

He pulled out slowly, his shaft glistening with her juices.

Not done yet, he guided her lower.

Seraphine bent further, hands flat on the stone floor now, ass raised high in the corridor’s torchlight.

Kane dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her cheeks. He pressed the thick head of his cock against her tighter entrance, rubbing it teasingly first.

"Tell me you want this," he said, voice low and reverent, one hand stroking her spine.

"I do," she breathed, looking back at him over her shoulder, pale hair wild.

"I want you there. Fill me, warlord. I trust you... and I enjoy how full you make me feel."

Kane eased in slowly, inch by thick inch, groaning at the intense heat and grip.

"Fuck... so tight," he hissed, pausing to let her adjust.

"You feel incredible."

He rubbed her clit gently as he pushed deeper, until his hips met her ass and he was fully seated.

Seraphine moaned deeply, the sound vibrating through her body.

"Move... please. I love the stretch. It burns so good."

He began thrusting, slow at first, then building to a steady, deep pace.

One hand gripped her hip, the other fisted in her long white hair again, pulling it like reins as he took her.

The corridor echoed with the slap of skin, her gasps, and his low grunts.

Kane growled, watching himself disappear between her firm cheeks.

"Taking my cock in your ass like the fierce warrior you are. So goddamn tight... I won’t last long like this."

Her body yields to me completely, yet she still pushes back, demanding more.

That mix of submission and strength is intoxicating. Seraphine reached between her legs to rub herself, heightening her pleasure.

"Faster," she panted.

"I enjoy this... Deeper, Kane—yes, like that!"

He gave her what she asked for, hips snapping harder, hair pulling taut as he drove into her ass again and again.

The intensity built rapidly. Seraphine came hard a second time, her whole body shaking, ass clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft.

The sensation pushed Kane over the edge.

With a deep, guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing hot and heavy inside her.

Wave after wave filled her as he held her close, hips grinding through the peak.

They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard in the corridor. Kane finally pulled out carefully, gathering her into his arms.

He carried her the short distance back to the study, laying her gently on the wide furs by the hearth. He cleaned them both with a soft cloth, then pulled her against his chest.

Seraphine traced lazy circles on his scarred chest, her white hair spilled across him like silk.

"That was... intense," she murmured with a satisfied smile.

"I enjoyed every second. Your strength, your control, the way you read my body."Kane kissed the top of her head, his hand stroking down her back.

"You’re my match in every way. The way you stroked me first... the way you bent for me in that corridor... I’ll remember it every time I walk these halls."

"Okay."

"You don’t like it?"

"I do. But Misha will be waiting."

"You just fucked me senseless, and now we are talking about someone else."

"It’s because I fucked you. Misha and I only kissed."

"You didn’t fuck? That’s weird."

Kane laughed.

"You were great. All that waiting was worth it."

"I hope so. I hate men with all my heart."

"Me included?"

"There’s always an exception."

Kane leaned down and kissed her forehead.

She gives herself so completely, yet never loses that fire.

This is more than conquest. This is a partnership.