NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Kane thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

She gasped sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders as her tight heat clenched around him.

He gave her no time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a relentless rhythm.

The table creaked beneath them with every deep thrust.

"Yes—harder," she moaned, legs wrapping around his hips.

Her honey-blonde hair was already coming loose as she rocked to meet each powerful stroke.

Kane’s hands gripped her ass, holding her in place while he drove into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

He kissed her again, deeper, more savage, tongues tangling as he fucked her with long thrusts that made her breasts bounce inside her bodice.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned against her mouth.

"So tight and wet...."

Lyssel’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping her as he angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside her.

"The Empress of Milfheim is going to—ahh—fuck, right there—" Her nails raked down his back as pleasure ripped through her.

"You stopped thinking about the Empress several minutes ago," Kane chuckled, never slowing his thrusts.

He leaned down, sucking a mark onto the side of her neck while pounding into her.

"Several minutes ago, yes, fuck me harder, Kane," she gasped, fingers tangling roughly in his hair and yanking him back to her mouth.

Their kisses turned messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue as he fucked her with deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside her.

Her walls fluttered around him, tighter and tighter.

Kane reached between them, rubbing firm circles over her swollen clit while continuing those relentless strokes.

"Come on, my cock, Lyssel. Let me feel you."

She shattered with a cry, back arching hard as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his thrusting cock, milking him as she trembled and gasped.

Before she could fully catch her breath, he pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the study table.

Lyssel gasped as her breasts pressed against the surface, her ass lifted high for him.

He kicked her feet wider apart and thrust back into her soaked pussy in one brutal stroke.

"Ahng—yes!" she moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the table.

Kane gripped her hips hard and started pounding her from behind.

Thrust thrust thrust.

Deep strokes that made her ass ripple with every impact.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed louder in the room as he drove into her again and again.

"Take it just like that," he growled, one hand fisting her honey-blonde hair and pulling her head back slightly.

"You feel even tighter from behind—fuck, Lyssel..."

"Mmmh—ahh! Harder—please—thrust deeper!" she cried out, pushing back to meet every punishing stroke.

Her moans were shameless now, growing louder and needier as he railed her over the table.

Each powerful snap of his hips buried his thick cock to the hilt, dragging against her sensitive walls.

Kane reached around and cupped one of her breasts, pinching her nipple while he kept fucking her relentlessly.

He leaned over her back, biting the side of her neck as his pace turned feral.

"You’re going to come for me again," he demanded, slamming into her faster.

"I—ahhn!—I’m close—don’t stop—fuck me—!" Lyssel moaned wildly, her voice cracking with every deep thrust.

He straightened up, gripping her ass with both hands and pounding her mercilessly until her second orgasm hit even harder than the first.

She cried out sharply, her pussy spasming and gushing around his cock as her legs shook violently.

Kane buried himself deep with a low groan, spilling inside her in hot pulses.

"Fuck—Lyssel—!"

He stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slowly as he emptied every drop into her clenching heat.

They stayed locked together, panting heavily, his cock still twitching inside her as their mixed juices dripped down her thighs.

Lyssel recovered with terrifying speed, political efficiency taking over once more.

She smoothed her skirts, straightened her collar, and repinned her honey-blonde hair in under thirty seconds.

Picking up her bag, she paused at the door, voice suddenly cool and professional again.

"The Empress has a daughter. Relevant diplomatic context. She’s been kept strictly out of public view for three years. The court claims illness. The actual reason is... complicated."

She met his eyes.

"You should know this before you walk into that meeting."

"Why?" Kane asked, still catching his breath as he adjusted his belt.

"Because the Empress is going to offer you something. And that something is her daughter. And the daughter will be the most politically significant person in that room, even if she doesn’t say a single word."

She pulled the iron handle and opened the door.

Lyssel left without looking back.

A hidden daughter.

An empire of older women about to use her as the ultimate bargaining chip.

Two hours later, the strike team rode out through the gates of Sylvandar.

Speed mattered far more than numbers for this mission, so Kane left the bulk of his army behind.

Thirty Bloodfang warriors remained at the newly claimed manor under Davan’s strict command, while the other forty maintained their hidden watch inside the border forest.

Only eighteen people made the journey.

Riding near the front, Kane led a specialized group consisting of Thora, Sira, Kessa, Rutheus, Grieselda, Brak, Lirael, Caelindra, Lyssel, and six of his absolute best tribal fighters wearing their new iron-alloy plate.

Two Knights of Elfheim appeared at the manor gates without being summoned and silently fell into an escort formation.

Nobody bothered to question their sudden presence, since everyone understood they were the queen’s personal eyes on this mission, and the queen certainly knew it.

’Let her watch,’ Kane mused, adjusting the leather reins in his hands.

’She needs to see how a real king operates. How I take what I want, bend highborn warriors over and fuck them until their legs shake. Let the Empress and her hidden little daughter watch me claim every hole as I own them. I’ll show them what a true king does.’

Unlike elves, it’s not easy to reason them.

And there’s no need to hold back anymore.