NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

A collective breath moved through the yard.

Lust, calculation, and sudden sharp interest flickered across dozens of faces.

Thora stepped in from the side and punched him solidly in the shoulder.

"Always horny."

Misha, who had been watching from the edge of the platform, walked down and hit the other shoulder with the flat of her hand, harder than expected.

Kane turned his head, looked at both of them, and kissed Thora first, deep, claiming, one hand sliding into the thick braid at the back of her neck.

He released her and turned to Misha, kissing her with the same unhurried possession, tasting the residual tension still in her mouth from the morning with her mother.

When he pulled back, both women were breathing a little faster, cheeks flushed.

He kept one arm loosely around each of them and faced the formation again.

Jenna stood where he had left her, chest still rising hard, blue eyes locked on the thick ridge of his cock.

Around her, the other warriors watched with open hunger. Some licked their lips without realizing it. Others shifted their weight, thighs pressing together.

A few of the younger ones stared at Thora and Misha with something like envy. The tiger-striped beastwoman Kessa only grinned, sharp canines flashing, already measuring the women around her with new purpose.

Kane’s voice carried easily.

"You want to prove this empire needs no man? Fine. Prove it on the battlefield. Rank high enough, and you get the night. Rank low, and you get nothing but harder drills. Your choice."

He released Thora and Misha and stepped back onto the platform.

"Pairs. Now. High and low. I want to see blood in the dirt before the sun moves another finger-width. Kessa, start ranking the moment they move. Anyone who holds back loses places."

The ranks broke into motion at once. Bodies collided. Leather slid against skin. Soft grunts and the wet sound of impact filled the yard.

Kane watched them in silence as he thought about next week’s visit to Grathak.

He’s gonna be a problem.

The day slowly ended.

It was late at night.

The private study Kane had been given sat high in the wing of the keep, far enough from the main halls that the only sound was the low crackle of the fire and the distant wind moving across the battlements.

He had bathed already.

The heat of the water still clung to his skin. A simple dark robe hung open over his shoulders, leaving his chest and the length of his cock bare.

He sat in the wide chair behind the desk, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, reviewing the first day’s ranking notes Kessa had already begun scratching out.

Misha was still in the adjoining bath chamber.

The splash of water and the occasional shift of her body reached him through the half-open door. The outer door opened without a knock.

Kane looked up and smiled.

Thora stepped inside and closed the door behind her with her heel.

She had left the towel on the floor of the corridor. Nothing covered her. Dark hair flowed freely down her back and over one shoulder, still damp at the ends from her own bath.

The firelight moved across her body, plump, tasty breasts that sat high and full, dark nipples already tight, the curve of her belly, the thick thatch of black hair between strong thighs, the scars she had never bothered to hide.

She walked toward him without hurry, hips rolling, eyes locked on his face.

"You’ve been staring at those notes too long."

Kane set the parchment aside.

"Come here."

She came around the desk.

He caught her by the waist and pulled her straight onto his lap, straddling him.

The heat of her bare skin met his at once. His cock rose hard between them, thick and already leaking against the crease of her inner thigh.

Thora settled her weight fully, grinding once so the underside of his shaft dragged through the wetness already gathering between her legs.

Kane lowered his head and took one breast into his mouth.

He did not tease.

He sucked hard, pulling as much of the flesh as he could between his lips, tongue working the nipple in rough strokes.

Thora’s head tipped back. A low sound left her throat. He switched to the other breast and treated it the same, deep, greedy pulls that made her back arch and her hands fist in his red hair.

"Fuck," she breathed.

"You’ve been hard all day watching those women. I could smell it on you."

Kane answered around her nipple, voice rough.

"You were the only one I wanted to drag into a corner and fuck raw."

His hand slid down the curve of her spine, over the full swell of her ass, and between her cheeks.

Two thick fingers found her already slick and open. He pushed them deep without warning, curling, working her hard from the start.

Thora’s hips jerked.

She ground down harder against his cock, coating him in her wetness while his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt with deliberate force.

"That’s it," he muttered against her breast.

"Open for me. You’ve been tight all day worrying about being sidelined. Not anymore."

Thora laughed, breathless, and rolled her hips in time with his hand.

"I wasn’t thinking about that. I was thinking about this. About you putting me on this desk and reminding me who I belong to."

Kane bit down on her nipple hard enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with his tongue.

"A-ahh."

His fingers never slowed. He added a third, stretching her, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet study.

Thora’s thighs trembled around his hips.

She reached between them, wrapped her hand around his cock, and stroked him once from base to tip, smearing the thick bead of precum over the head with her thumb.

"Put it in," she said. "I don’t want fingers. I want you."

Kane pulled his hand free, gripped both cheeks of her ass, and lifted her just enough.

The broad head of his cock nudged her entrance. He held her there for a beat, looking up into her dark eyes.

"Say it."

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