NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Lyssel’s hand shook as she turned the key in the lock. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows behind her, catching the strands of her pale honey hair and turning them to liquid gold.

She wore a gown of deep emerald silk that shimmered with every breath, the neckline dipping to reveal the elegant slope of her shoulders and the upper swell of her breasts.

The chamber was vast, all polished wood and rich tapestries.

A large balcony with floor-to-ceiling doors overlooked the palace gardens, the night air carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

Lyssel moved to a side table where two crystal goblets and a decanter of amber wine sat.

"How did you know my name and house?" she asked, voice carefully neutral. "No one told you."

Kane leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her.

"I make it my business to know who’s watching me. Especially when it’s a beautiful noblewoman who keeps staring at my cock all night."

Her hand jerked, sloshing wine onto the table.

She cursed under her breath, grabbing a cloth to wipe it.

"That’s a vulgar accusation."

"Is it?" He pushed off the frame and closed the distance in three strides.

"You leaned over my shoulder to ask about my axe. You whispered about my grip. You sat in the empty chair beside me and asked what I wanted from your city."

He stopped inches from her.

"Your eyes were on my mouth, my shoulders, the way my dress stretches across my chest. And when you looked lower, you didn’t look away quickly."

She turned to face him, goblet in hand, trying to appear unruffled.

"You’re imagining things."

"Am I?" His gaze raked down her body, lingering on the curve of her hip, the way the silk clung to her thighs.

"You’re soaked right now, aren’t you? A proud elven noble dripping for a barbarian’s cock."

Her breath hitched. She took a step back, her lower back hitting the edge of the table.

"You’re arrogant."

"You’re wet." He said it flatly, a fact.

"I can smell it. All through the queen’s speech, you were squirming in your seat, weren’t you? Your thighs are pressing together, trying to get some friction."

"Shut up," she whispered.

He stepped closer, crowding her against the table.

"Third daughter. Ambitious. Frustrated. Your father is pushing you toward a political marriage with some elf lord who’ll treat you like a broodmare, but you’re not interested. That’s why you’ve been eye-fucking me since the soup course. You want something different."

"You don’t know anything about me," she protested.

"I know you’re tired of polite conversation. Tired of being a prize to be bartered. You want to be taken." His hand came up, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

"You want to be claimed by someone who doesn’t care about your title."

A low moan escaped her lips before she could clamp it down.

Her eyes fluttered shut. "I... I shouldn’t..."

"But you do." He leaned in, his mouth hovering a hair’s breadth from her ear.

"Say it. Tell me you want it."

Her resolve was shattered.

She grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and pulled him into a kiss. It was hard, desperate, her lips parting under his almost immediately.

Her tongue swirled inside his mouth.

Unlike Firlia, Lyssel knew how to kiss.

Kane responded, his hands finding her waist, squeezing hard through the silk, then sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling the nipples that hardened instantly under his touch.

His fingers pinched her sensitive nipples, making her entire body shudder violently.

"Aaah..."

He broke the kiss, breathing ragged, and spun her around, pressing her chest against the wood of the table.

The goblet clattered to the floor, wine splattering across the polished floorboards.

"Tell me you want it," he growled in her ear, his body a solid wall behind her.

"Say it, Lyssel."

"I... I shouldn’t..." She panted, her forehead resting on the table.

"But fuck, I do. I want you. I want you so bad."

"Good girl." His hand came down on her ass, a sharp slap that made her cry out, more in surprise than pain.

"Now let’s see what a noble elf’s ass looks like when it’s been claimed by a barbarian."

He yanked the emerald gown up around her waist, revealing delicate lace panties that were already dark with her wetness.

He hooked his thumbs into the sides and pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside.

Her skin was flawless, her ass two perfect, rounded globes that quivered as she shifted her weight.

Kane dropped to his knees behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide.

"Ugh...!"

He blew a cool stream of air over her exposed hole, making her shudder. Then he spat directly onto her tight pucker, the glistening droplet catching the candlelight.

He followed with two fingers, slicking them with her own juices from her dripping pussy, and pushed them into her ass slowly, curling them to stretch her.

"Nngh—!" She clenched around him, her muscles fighting the intrusion.

"You’ve never had your ass fucked before, have you?" he asked, voice filled with lust.

"No..." she moaned, hips twitching.

"It’s... too much..."

"Relax," he commanded, his voice low.

"Take it. You want to be filled, don’t you? You want to be stretched open?"

"Yes," she whimpered, her hips pushing back against his fingers.

"Yes, fill me."

He pulled his fingers out and immediately replaced them with the blunt head of his cock.

He’d been hard for what felt like hours, leaking precum onto her skin. He spat again, this time directly onto his shaft, the saliva mixing with his natural lubrication.

Then he gripped her hips, fingers biting into the delicate flesh, and pushed forward.

The head popped past her tight ring.

She gasped, her whole body going rigid. "Oh Gods—!"

"Breathe," he ordered, holding still, letting her adjust to the impossible girth.

"Breathe and push back."

She did as he said, exhaling shakily and easing her hips backward.

Another inch slid in, then another.

Her ass was like a vice, hot and tight, clenching around him with every tiny movement.

Kane gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to plunge all the way in and break her in one brutal stroke.

This was about claiming, not just fucking.

Her father would be very pleased to hear about this.