"Ahh—fuck—yes—all of it—"
When his hips finally pressed flush against her ass, he held still for two heartbeats, letting her adjust.
Kessa didn’t wait for permission.
She started moving first, rocking forward and then slamming back onto his cock with short, demanding strokes, setting the pace herself.
"Move," she growled.
"Don’t you dare be careful now."
Kane gripped her hips and gave her exactly what she asked for.
He fucked her ass with the same raw intensity he had used on her cunt, the wet, filthy sound of it filling the room.
Kessa braced herself on her forearms and pushed back to meet every thrust, tail curled tight around his wrist, voice reduced to broken, continuous moans.
"Harder—Kane—use me—ahh—"
He reached under her and found her swollen clit again, rubbing in rough circles while he drove into her.
Kessa came a third time with a shattered cry, body locking up, ass clamping down around him in tight pulses.
Kane gritted his teeth and kept thrusting through it, the pressure almost enough to drag him under with her.
From the corner, Griselda’s wings had opened further.
Her hands were clenched in the thin blanket, knuckles white.
The scent of her arousal had joined the thicker musk of sex and tar in the room.
She still had not touched herself. She simply watched, yellow eyes locked on the place where Kane’s cock disappeared into Kessa’s ass over and over.
Kessa looked back again, eyes half-lidded, voice completely gone to ruin.
"Fill me. I want to feel it when we walk out of here tomorrow."
Kane’s control snapped.
He slammed into the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside her ass in thick waves while Kessa pushed back to take every drop.
The force of it left him braced over her, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to the sweat-damp stripes between her shoulder blades.
For several long seconds, the only movement in the room was their breathing and the slow drip of excess seed down the backs of Kessa’s thighs onto the sheets.
Kane finally pulled out.
Kessa collapsed onto her stomach, legs still open, completely spent.
She turned her head just enough to look at him with one glassy eye and managed a weak, satisfied smile.
"That’s how you put a fight to bed," she rasped.
"Next time we kill something that ugly, we’re doing this again before the blood even dries."
Kane sat back against the headboard, chest still heaving, and dragged a hand through his hair.
His gaze flicked once to the corner.
Griselda was still watching.
Her thighs were pressed tightly together, the thin blanket bunched in her fists.
Yellow eyes met his for a long, charged moment before she finally looked away and folded her wings in tight.
The scent of her want remained thick in the air.
"I’ll be out."
Pre-dawn light was still a grey promise on the horizon when Kane stepped out of the guest house.
Kessa lay sprawled across the wide bed behind him, completely spent, one striped arm thrown over her eyes.
The room still smelled of sex, tar, and the leftover heat of the fight.
He needed air.
He also needed to finish cleaning the last stubborn streaks of black fluid from Mjoldr’s head before they hardened any further.
Kane took the axe with him and moved to the low stone basin at the side of the guest house, where a clay jug of water still sat from the previous evening.
The compound was quiet.
Even the distant night challenges had faded.
Kane set Mjoldr against the wall and began working the remaining tar off the steel with a wet cloth, movements steady and methodical.
He didn’t hear her until she was already close.
Lira stepped out of the deeper shadow between the main house and the storage shed.
She wore almost nothing, a thin wrap that had been pulled low enough to barely cover the heavy curve of her breasts and the full flare of her hips.
Silver-streaked hair hung loose around her shoulders.
The scent of spiked heat rolled off her in a thick, concentrated wave that hit Kane harder than the mutant’s roar had the night before.
Her red-tinged eyes were dark and fixed on him with open, aggressive hunger.
"You left my daughter dripping and still walked outside alone," she said, voice low and rough.
"That was a mistake."
Kane straightened slowly, cloth still in one hand.
"Go back inside, Lira."
She didn’t.
She closed the distance in three long strides, grabbed the front of his trousers with one hand, and shoved the other beneath the waistband with zero hesitation.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, still half-sensitive from the night with Kessa, and squeezed with open greed.
"I’ve been burning since you walked through the gate," she growled against his throat.
"My mate already took the edge off twice, and it barely touched it. You smell like strength and sex and the kind of male who can actually empty a female properly. I’m done waiting."
The heat scent was overwhelming at this range.
Residual adrenaline from the mutant fight still sat under Kane’s skin.
For a dangerous second, his body responded hard in her grip.
Lira felt it and made a low, triumphant sound.
She pressed her full breasts against his chest, the wrap doing nothing to hide the soft weight of them, and stroked him with short, demanding pulls.
"That’s it. You want it. Stop pretending the daughter is enough when the mother is right here and already wet for you."
Kane’s control slipped.
He moved fast, grabbed both of her wrists, spun her, and pinned her hard against the rough timber wall of the guest house.
Lira’s breath left her in a sharp, eager sound.
Kane buried his face between the swell of her breasts, the heat of her skin and the thick scent of her cycle flooding his senses.
He mouthed one dark nipple through the fabric, then the other, while his still-clothed cock ground firmly against the soft heat between her thighs.
Lira arched into him at once, one leg lifting to hook around his hip, grinding her clit against the hard ridge with open desperation.
"Yes—fuck—take it—use me as you used her—"
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