Taming the Warlord
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,847
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
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Prey
Chapter 7: Prey
The room darkened as night deepened. The moon shone through the thin windows, forming spears of soft light. His eyesight adjusted to the gloom, he could see her fair form stark against the dark grey of the stone. Her eyes glinted in the fading light and he wondered of the tales of the fabled Erra night vision.
He breathed slowly, relaxing in the chair warm in his thick robe. He could hear her teeth chatter. It was almost hypnotic. He heard her sigh with effort. His eyes grew heavy as the spell hit him. He smiled. Slumping in his chair, the last thing he saw was her standing up.
With a few quick steps she was beside him grabbing the plate of fruit she raised it to strike and screamed in pain and shock. The cold iron plate clattered to the floor. He snapped awake and grabbed her wrist. Faster than she could react, he swung her towards the bed. She fell awkwardly, knocking herself windless. He stalked towards her as she lay sprawled on the warm furs. He didn't rush. He wanted to savour each moment.
She sprang to her feet and kicked out at him. He locked her ankle between his forearms and twisted, causing her to lose her balance and fall back onto the furs. Her foot struck out again aimed for his groin. He moved to accept the blow on his thigh and grunted at the impact. He paused, looking at her in the moonlight lying on his furs. He felt himself stirring.
Taking the momentary lull, she jumped to her feet and darted away from him. She ran into his outstretched arm, catching her around her waist. His other hand clasped the back of her neck and he forced her back down onto the furs. Pressing her face against the furs and holding her helpless.
Kneeling above her, he thrust his knee between her thighs. She kicked and writhed trying to break free. With his free hand, he looped a leather strap around a flailing hand. Pulling her arm back, he held her wrist against the small of her back shifting his weight there to pin her to the bed. He caught her other hand as she bucked furiously, tying both her hands together he pressed her back down on the furs.
She froze, his robe had fallen open and his eager cock was pressed against the crease of her round cheeks. Reaching under her stomach, he lifted her to a kneeling position, his hot shaft sliding against her buttocks.
His hands slipped up to cup her soft globes, fingers trapping her nipples which hardened. She screamed at him and thrashed. He squeezed her breasts, enjoying the softness against his calloused hands. His hunger for her grew and he could feel himself aching for release. He rocked his hips, caressing her back with his eager flesh.
She resisted vainly as he spread her thighs with his knees. Sliding his hand down her tight stomach to her bare mound, his finger rubbed against her hard pearl as he slipped his finger along her folds. He leant forward and whispered in her ear.
“You will submit to me.” The Warlord stated, the scent of her making him stiffen even harder.
“Why? Is this how you mother does it?” she asked, her voice thick with venom.
He thrust his fingers hard into her heat. She gasped at the intrusion, spitting curses at him. Pressing against her walls, he slid his fingers in and out. Biting down on the furs she stifled her moans, so as not to give him the satisfaction.
Guiding his cock to her soft inviting sex, he withdrew his fingers and parted her lips. Her fists clenched as he entered her slowly, filling her completely. He groaned with her tight warmth surrounding him. Gripping her hips, he moved back and forth, sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
“You fucking bastard!” She spat, tossing her head and glaring back at him.
This only drove him on, thrusting into her harder and faster. He reached around to tease her clit with each motion. She clenched her teeth and tried to remain motionless, wishing to not participate in this. He felt her tighten as warmth flowed around him. Unable to control himself, he filled her with his seed.
“You are mine, to use as I wish.” He stated as he held himself inside her, moving slowly.
“You are mad!”
He withdrew from her and rolled her onto her back. Looking into her eyes he settled himself between her thighs. He rubbed the head of his slick cock against her throbbing clit. She brought her legs up, in an attempt to kick him away. He grabbed her ankles and grinned at her lustily. Pressing against her, he entered her again. Thrusting hard and fast, feeling her pulse around him.
She bucked her hips trying to dislodge him but his grip was too strong. Her movements only increased his pleasure and he laughed at her feeble attempts, infuriating her more. He released her legs to grab her breasts and pinched the nipples hard rolling them between his fingers. She spat at him, eyes glowing with hate.
His hand brushed the soft globe of her breast and she jumped with a shriek. He looked at the red mark his signet ring had left. It was a cold iron ring. He held up it before her face and her look changed to foreboding. He slid the ring along her torso, leaving a red mark as it burned her eldritch flesh. She writhed in pain. He could feel her tighten around him and he felt himself burn with need.
Fingering her mound with his thumb he exposed her clit. She shook her head pleading. He smiled as he thrust himself into her deeply and touched the cold metal to her pearl. She screamed, jerking her hips up driving him further in. She constricted around him engulfing his cock in the heat of her orgasm. He exploded within her with such force he felt his strength ebb. He fell back with an satified sigh. Her foot slammed into his jaw knocking him from the bed.
"You will suffer!" She screamed, like a banshee, as she felt the nascent spark within her.
The room darkened as night deepened. The moon shone through the thin windows, forming spears of soft light. His eyesight adjusted to the gloom, he could see her fair form stark against the dark grey of the stone. Her eyes glinted in the fading light and he wondered of the tales of the fabled Erra night vision.
He breathed slowly, relaxing in the chair warm in his thick robe. He could hear her teeth chatter. It was almost hypnotic. He heard her sigh with effort. His eyes grew heavy as the spell hit him. He smiled. Slumping in his chair, the last thing he saw was her standing up.
With a few quick steps she was beside him grabbing the plate of fruit she raised it to strike and screamed in pain and shock. The cold iron plate clattered to the floor. He snapped awake and grabbed her wrist. Faster than she could react, he swung her towards the bed. She fell awkwardly, knocking herself windless. He stalked towards her as she lay sprawled on the warm furs. He didn't rush. He wanted to savour each moment.
She sprang to her feet and kicked out at him. He locked her ankle between his forearms and twisted, causing her to lose her balance and fall back onto the furs. Her foot struck out again aimed for his groin. He moved to accept the blow on his thigh and grunted at the impact. He paused, looking at her in the moonlight lying on his furs. He felt himself stirring.
Taking the momentary lull, she jumped to her feet and darted away from him. She ran into his outstretched arm, catching her around her waist. His other hand clasped the back of her neck and he forced her back down onto the furs. Pressing her face against the furs and holding her helpless.
Kneeling above her, he thrust his knee between her thighs. She kicked and writhed trying to break free. With his free hand, he looped a leather strap around a flailing hand. Pulling her arm back, he held her wrist against the small of her back shifting his weight there to pin her to the bed. He caught her other hand as she bucked furiously, tying both her hands together he pressed her back down on the furs.
She froze, his robe had fallen open and his eager cock was pressed against the crease of her round cheeks. Reaching under her stomach, he lifted her to a kneeling position, his hot shaft sliding against her buttocks.
His hands slipped up to cup her soft globes, fingers trapping her nipples which hardened. She screamed at him and thrashed. He squeezed her breasts, enjoying the softness against his calloused hands. His hunger for her grew and he could feel himself aching for release. He rocked his hips, caressing her back with his eager flesh.
She resisted vainly as he spread her thighs with his knees. Sliding his hand down her tight stomach to her bare mound, his finger rubbed against her hard pearl as he slipped his finger along her folds. He leant forward and whispered in her ear.
“You will submit to me.” The Warlord stated, the scent of her making him stiffen even harder.
“Why? Is this how you mother does it?” she asked, her voice thick with venom.
He thrust his fingers hard into her heat. She gasped at the intrusion, spitting curses at him. Pressing against her walls, he slid his fingers in and out. Biting down on the furs she stifled her moans, so as not to give him the satisfaction.
Guiding his cock to her soft inviting sex, he withdrew his fingers and parted her lips. Her fists clenched as he entered her slowly, filling her completely. He groaned with her tight warmth surrounding him. Gripping her hips, he moved back and forth, sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
“You fucking bastard!” She spat, tossing her head and glaring back at him.
This only drove him on, thrusting into her harder and faster. He reached around to tease her clit with each motion. She clenched her teeth and tried to remain motionless, wishing to not participate in this. He felt her tighten as warmth flowed around him. Unable to control himself, he filled her with his seed.
“You are mine, to use as I wish.” He stated as he held himself inside her, moving slowly.
“You are mad!”
He withdrew from her and rolled her onto her back. Looking into her eyes he settled himself between her thighs. He rubbed the head of his slick cock against her throbbing clit. She brought her legs up, in an attempt to kick him away. He grabbed her ankles and grinned at her lustily. Pressing against her, he entered her again. Thrusting hard and fast, feeling her pulse around him.
She bucked her hips trying to dislodge him but his grip was too strong. Her movements only increased his pleasure and he laughed at her feeble attempts, infuriating her more. He released her legs to grab her breasts and pinched the nipples hard rolling them between his fingers. She spat at him, eyes glowing with hate.
His hand brushed the soft globe of her breast and she jumped with a shriek. He looked at the red mark his signet ring had left. It was a cold iron ring. He held up it before her face and her look changed to foreboding. He slid the ring along her torso, leaving a red mark as it burned her eldritch flesh. She writhed in pain. He could feel her tighten around him and he felt himself burn with need.
Fingering her mound with his thumb he exposed her clit. She shook her head pleading. He smiled as he thrust himself into her deeply and touched the cold metal to her pearl. She screamed, jerking her hips up driving him further in. She constricted around him engulfing his cock in the heat of her orgasm. He exploded within her with such force he felt his strength ebb. He fell back with an satified sigh. Her foot slammed into his jaw knocking him from the bed.
"You will suffer!" She screamed, like a banshee, as she felt the nascent spark within her.