Free Web NovelChapter 61: Private View (2)
Each thrust stretched her ass further, the burning intense but quickly morphing into a pleasure that radiated from her core.
"That’s it. Feel every inch stretching your tight royal ass."
"Nngh-! It’s too much... I can’t- ahhn!" Her voice cracked, a broken whimper as her legs trembled, threatening to buckle.
"You can and you will." His pace deepened, the thrusts becoming longer.
His fingers bit into the delicate flesh of her hips, a grip that refused to let her pull away.
"Take it deeper. Let your father’s precious daughter get her royal ass ruined by a barbarian."
The sound was a steady smack-smack-smack of flesh on flesh, punctuated by her gasps and his guttural grunts.
He was halfway in now, the sheer girth of him a constant, overwhelming pressure that left her feeling deliciously, shamefully full.
"You were made for this, weren’t you?"
"Yes-! Yes, it’s... it’s so full-!" The confession was torn from her, her body rocking with his.
The initial pain had fully melted into an undeniable pleasure that coiled tight in her belly.
She was pushing back now, her hips meeting his forward drives, seeking more.
He leaned over her, his chest against her back, his mouth finding the curve of her shoulder.
He bit down, hard, his teeth breaking the skin.
"Hah..."
She screamed, a sharp sound of shock and arousal that echoed in the vast chamber.
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His hand released her hip only to fist in her long, pale honey hair, pulling her head back sharply.
The angle changed, the new depth making her vision swim. His other hand came down in a stinging slap on her right ass cheek, the crack loud in the room.
"You like this?"
"I love it! Kane, I.... love it!" she sobbed, the words a slurry of ecstasy and degradation.
Her earlier aristocratic composure was a memory, replaced by a creature of pure sensation, her nails scoring lines into the tablewood.
He kept her hair fisted tight, controlling her like a toy as his hips hammered her ass with relentless force.
Kane alternated between devastating rolls that dragged his cock against every sensitive nerve and fast strokes that rattled her teeth.
Each change in tempo drew a new, desperate sound from her.
"Please... I’m going to... I can’t hold it..." she babbled, her whole body vibrating on the edge.
His thumb found her clit, slick with her juices, and rubbed hard, fast circles.
"Cum for me."
The command was her undoing.
Her orgasm, first from anal, ripped through her like a wildfire.
A full-body convulsion, her ass clamping down on him in pulses, her legs shaking violently, a wordless scream tearing from her throat as she collapsed onto the table, her face buried in her arms.
He fucked her through it, the tightness pushing him to the brink.
With a final, guttural growl that seemed to come from his chest, he buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing hot and deep inside her clutching bowels.
He held her there, impaled, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades as the tremors passed, letting her every throb.
When his breathing finally evened out, he slowly pulled out.
An obscene sound filled the air, followed immediately by a drip of white cum leaking from her gaping hole, trailing down the inside of her thigh and onto the polished floor below.
He helped her up, her legs like jelly, and guided her toward the balcony.
The night air hit their sweat-slicked skin as he bent her over the stone railing, her upper body resting on the cool surface, her ass presented to the dark garden below. There wasn’t a moment to recover.
"No-wait!"
He lined up and drove into her still-gaping ass in one powerful stroke, bottoming out instantly.
"Ah! Gods—!" she cried out, her voice loud in the open night.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with panic, looking down at the shadowed paths.
"Someone might hear—"
He fisted her long, honey hair tightly and yanked her head back sharply, forcing her back to arch as he slammed into her ass even harder.
Thrust... Thrust... Thrust...
His thick cock pounded her relentlessly, each powerful thrust slamming her hips against the stone railing.
"Let them. Let them know their precious Lyssel is a little whore."
He reached around her body, his fingers finding her swollen, oversensitive clit.
He pinched it hard, rolling it between his fingers while continuing to hammer into her ass with deep, punishing strokes.
Lyssel’s eyes rolled back, a muffled scream vibrating against her palm as her whole body convulsed violently.
"Ha...Ahh...."
The sharp pain mixed with the stretching pleasure, and she screamed into her palm, her body seizing around him in another climax.
He fucked her through it before pulling out with a final, wet pop, then half-carried, half-dragged her across the room and threw her onto the silk-covered bed.
She landed face-down, the sheets a shock against her fevered skin.
He followed, mounting her from behind, his knees bracketing her thighs.
He lined up and slammed into her ass again, the force driving a thwack of the headboard against the wall.
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His thick cock repeatedly slammed into her ass with powerful strokes, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the room.
Each thrust drove him deeper, his heavy balls smacking against her soaked pussy as he fucked her without mercy.
"Ughnn... feels... so... good."
The bed creaked in protest, the sound a steady counterpoint to her muffled cries.
He leaned over her back, his chest against her spine, his mouth near her ear.
"I want your father to be at the arena tomorrow."
His hips snapped forward hard.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Lyssel’s body jolted forward with every impact, her breasts dragging against the table, her voice breaking into desperate, shameless moans.
His balls tightened as his own orgasm built.
He let go of her hip, his hand coming down in a series of sharp, stinging slaps, the sound mixing with her cries.
His thumb found her clit again, rubbing fast, hard circles.
"Cum with me. Cum again."
"I can’t—! I’m empty—!" she wailed, but her body obeyed, a third, shattering orgasm ripping through her.
This one was different, a full-body release that left her completely limp, her arms splayed, her face buried in the pillows, her voice reduced to a hoarse whisper.
He buried himself to the hilt inside her clenching ass and came, then held her there, impaled, his hands gripping her hips, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades as the tremors passed.
The room was silent except for their ragged breaths.
Slowly, he pulled out, followed immediately by a slow drip of cum leaking from her well-used hole, trailing down the inside of her thigh.
She didn’t move, just lay there, trembling, every muscle feeling weak.
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