NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

"You have been carrying that conversation since she walked out," Kessa said.

"I can smell the tension on you. I am in this city with you. I’m not letting you sit on it all night."

Kane’s hand settled on her hip.

"Your brother told me not to cause trouble."

"My brother is not here."

Kessa freed him with practiced efficiency, already half-hard from the residual heat of Marisa’s visit and the way Kessa was looking at him.

"And I told you what would happen the next time the trees closed around us. The trees are closed. The door is locked. I am done waiting."

She pushed him back onto the wide bed, climbed after him, and straddled his thighs.

The wrap she wore was already shoved aside.

She gripped the base of his cock, guided the thick head between her slick folds, and sank in one continuous motion until he was buried to the hilt. A low, broken sound left her throat.

Kane’s hands locked on her waist.

"Fuck—you’re soaked."

"I’ve been wet since she walked out of here smelling like she wanted to own you."

Kessa braced her palms on his chest and started moving, short, hard rolls of her hips that forced him deep on every drop.

"I don’t share well when someone new tries to write themselves into your future. So you’re going to fuck the tension out of both of us right now."

He thrust up to meet her.

The impact made her breasts bounce, and her striped tail lashed behind her. The wet sound of her cunt taking him filled the room, raw and unmistakable.

Kessa set a relentless pace, chasing the friction she needed, ears angled back, canines bared in an open-mouthed grimace of pleasure.

From the corner, Griselda had not left. She remained on the smaller cot, back still turned, but her wings had shifted.

One dark primary trembled. Her breathing had deepened. She didn’t look at them, yet every sharp moan Kessa made caused the fallen angel’s fingers to tighten in the thin blanket.

Kane noticed. He did not comment. He gripped Kessa harder and drove up into her with more force.

"Harder," Kessa demanded.

"I can take it. You know I can take it."

He sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and flipped them without pulling out.

Kessa landed on her back. Kane hooked her knees high and pounded into her with long, punishing strokes that made the bed frame slam against the wall.

Plap Plap Plap

The crack of wood on stone carried clearly through the floorboards.

Downstairs, the half-sheep woman’s voice rose in sharp protest.

"Keep it inside, barbarian! Some of us are trying to run a business!"

Kessa laughed, breathless, defiant, and locked her legs around Kane’s waist.

"Make me louder," she growled. "Let the whole fucking street hear."

Kane gave her exactly that.

He fucked her harder, the slap of skin on skin turning filthy and fast. Kessa’s claws raked down his back, leaving stinging lines. Her cunt clenched around him in tight, greedy pulses.

"Ah! Yes, just like that!"

She came the first time with a raw cry that echoed off the walls, body arching under him, stripes standing out sharply against flushed skin.

He didn’t stop.

He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her hands and knees, then slammed back in to the root.

One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back. The other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.

Kessa pushed back to meet every thrust, tail curling tight around his forearm.

"Yes—fuck—just like that—don’t you dare slow down—"

From the street below, voices carried up through the open shutters Kessa had never fully closed.

"Is he really human?" a rough male voice asked.

"Listen to her. No human makes a ranked female sound like that."

Another laughed.

"Smells like he is. Looks like he is. Fucks like something that belongs here."

The half-sheep woman shouted again, closer to the stairs now.

"I said keep it inside! If you break the bed, I’m charging triple!"

Kane ignored all of it.

He reached under Kessa and rubbed her clit in tight, rough circles while he kept driving into her.

She came a second time almost immediately, a full-body shudder that forced a broken sob from her throat. Her arms nearly gave out.

Kane held her up by the hips and kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release with single-minded intensity.

Griselda’s wings had partially unfurled.

She still faced the wall, but her thighs were pressed tightly together, and the faint scent of her arousal had joined the thicker musk of Kessa and Kane in the room. She made no sound.

She did not turn around. The restraint itself was its own kind of tension.

Kane pulled out, rolled Kessa onto her back again, and shoved back into her cunt in one hard thrust.

He pinned her wrists above her head and leaned down until his mouth was at her ear.

"You wanted the tension gone," he said, voice rough. "Take it."

Kessa’s blue-green eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide.

"Give it to me. All of it. Fill me so full I still feel you tomorrow when we walk through this city."

He fucked her with brutal strokes that kept the head of his cock grinding against the deepest point inside her.

Kessa’s third orgasm hit harder than the first two, silent at first, mouth open, then a long, shaking cry that left her voice wrecked.

The tight milking of her cunt pulled Kane over the edge with her.

He buried himself to the hilt and came in thick pulses, flooding her while she clung to him with arms and legs and the striped tail still wrapped around his arm.

For a moment the only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the distant, ongoing commentary from the street.

"Still going?" someone called up.

"Beast’s blood, the human’s still going."

The half-sheep woman’s voice cracked with exasperation.

"I’m sending the bill for the noise complaint to your room, barbarian! And if the floorboards crack, you’re paying for those too!"

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