NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Chapter 132: I Want You To Be Rough (1)

Quiet settled over the royal palace long after the torches burned low in the outer courtyard.

Administration tasks were finally closed for the night.

The southern recruits were asleep in their barracks, and Misha rested in the upper chambers while her divination arrays still spun across her vanity table.

Every hallway felt completely still, yet a single flickering candle leaked light through the cracked doorway of the records room.

Kane stepped through the archway, leaning silently against the wood while watching the elven woman at her desk.

Firlia sat hunched over stacks of regional tax reports, her quill scratching steadily against parchment long after the rest of the palace staff had gone to bed.

’Three years of serving under that elven prince turned her into an engine that doesn’t know how to shut down.’

Without turning around, Firlia paused mid-stroke.

Her pointed ears twitched slightly, catching the slight shift in airflow before his boots even made a sound against the floorboards.

"You said tonight," she murmured softly toward the stone wall.

"I did."

Setting the quill down with care, she capped the inkhorn securely so it wouldn’t dry out before dawn.

Her slender hands moved across the desk, tapping the loose parchment sheets.

Years of forced composure under royal scrutiny had conditioned her to finish every task with spotless precision before allowing herself even a breath of personal desire.

"You aren’t sure?"

"I am."

Before she could reach for another stack of ledgers, Kane stepped up behind her chair.

"The parchment can wait until morning, Firlia," he whispered, placing a palm over her restless fingers.

"I know," she breathed out, keeping her hands still beneath his touch.

"I just needed a moment."

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"To remember I chose this," she said, finally turning her head just enough to catch his gaze over her shoulder.

"Are you worried about your man?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Taking her by the wrists, Kane pulled her up from the chair and spun her around, pressing her front against the bookshelves lining the wall.

Firlia gasped slightly at the momentum, splaying her palms flat against the shelves for balance while Kane reached for the lacings at the back of her dress.

Silk parted easily under his calloused fingers.

Loosening the ties one by one, he let the green fabric slip over her shoulders until her bare back was visible..

Pressing his lips gently against the curve of her lower spine, he felt her entire frame shiver against the wood.

"You chose this."

"Is this one of your techniques, too?" Firlia asked, her voice trembling slightly as her muscles tensed beneath his mouth.

"Are you using your aura on my system to make me react like this?"

Kane chuckled, pressing a kiss directly over the nape of her neck while his hands rested firmly on her hips.

"I never used my combat technique on you, Firlia. Whatever you are feeling right now belongs to your own body. There is no magic forcing your heartbeat to race like that."

"Good," she whispered against the shelf, closing her eyes.

"Because I don’t want to confuse love and lust. Does it make a difference?"

"It does," Kane said, running his palm slowly down the curve of her waist.

"Every breath you take tonight is yours to command. If you tell me to stop, I’ll walk out that door right now. If you tell me to ruin this room, we’ll break every shelf before sunrise."

’Once an elf knows she holds the reins, she stops fighting herself.’

Letting out a breath she seemed to have held all evening, Firlia tilted her head forward, offering him complete access to her throat.

Kane slid his right arm around her chest, bringing his hand up to cup the front of her throat securely.

He applied just enough pressure to let her feel his physical dominance without restricting her breathing.

"...Hah..."

"You like it?"

"Yes."

"Tell me," Kane commanded low in her ear.

"How do you want it?"

Firlia swallowed against his palm.

"Rough," she whispered.

"Rough?" Kane echoed, raising an eyebrow with curiosity.

"You spend all day acting like a well-mannered scholar, and you want me to treat you roughly?"

"Yes," she insisted, turning her cheek just enough to brush her lips against his jaw.

"I am tired of being proper, Kane."

Kane’s grip on her throat tightened a fraction, just enough to draw a needy sound from her lips.

A low chuckle rolled from his chest.

"Proper?" he growled against the delicate point of her ear.

"You helped a barbarian like me seize half a kingdom, and now you want me to ruin that prim little body of yours?"

Firlia’s lashes fluttered, her lithe frame pressing back against his broad chest.

"Yes," she breathed, voice trembling with desire.

"No manners. No restraint. Ruin me, Kane."

His free hand slid down her side, fingers digging possessively into her hip before yanking her harder against the hard ridge of his cock straining beneath his leathers.

"Then beg properly," he commanded, nipping sharply at the shell of her ear.

"Tell your barbarian exactly how you want to be fucked tonight."

Firlia whimpered, arching into his touch.

"I want your hands bruising my hips while you take me from behind. I want you to pull my hair and force me to look at you while you bury yourself deep. I want—"

His grip on her throat tightened.

"Good girl," he praised.

"I’ve been dreaming about bending my elegant elven advisor over that war table since you first whispered your clever strategies in my ear. Tonight I’m going to fuck the propriety out of you until the only name you remember is mine."

"I want something real enough to leave a mark," Firlia admitted, her voice cracking slightly with pent-up frustration and desire.

"Treat me like someone you claimed from the borderlands. Don’t hold your strength back just because I look fragile compared to Thora."

"We will see about that," Kane murmured.

Sliding his hands under her thighs, he spun her again and lifted her effortlessly off the floorboards.

Firlia let out a startled sound, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck for stability as he carried her across the room toward the small cot tucked into the corner of her workspace.

Bouncing slightly against the sheets, Firlia pushed her tangled green hair out of her eyes.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but every trace of her nervous scholar persona had vanished.

Kane removed his shirt, his eyes filled with ruin.

"Don’t stop until I say otherwise."

"As you wish."