NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

She pulled off just long enough to speak, voice husky and wet.

”Cry for me, barbarian. Let that proud northern restraint crack.”

Then she swallowed him again, harder than before.

One mana-laced hand left his balls to press firmly behind them, finding the sensitive place that made his entire body jolt against the bindings.

The other hand stroked in perfect counterpoint to her mouth.

She took him deep and held, throat convulsing around the head, while the magic poured pure, overwhelming sensation into every nerve.

Kane’s breath shattered.

A broken sound left him, half groan, half something closer to the cry she had promised.

His hips strained uselessly. The thick shaft pulsed hard against her tongue.

Slovia did not pull away.

She stayed locked around him, sucking with ruthless focus, mana still flooding his system until the pleasure bordered on pain.

When the first heavy pulse of release hit, it tore through him with almost no warning.

Thick ropes of seed flooded her throat.

Slovia swallowed once, twice, then again, taking every drop without letting him escape the wet heat of her mouth.

She milked him through it with slow, deliberate pulls, the glowing fingers still stroking the base, drawing the orgasm out until his strong legs shook inside the magical restraints and a second, weaker cry left his throat.

Only when the last pulse faded did she ease back.

A thin strand of spit and seed connected her lower lip to the glistening head of his cock for a moment before it broke.

She looked up at him, lips swollen, chin wet, eyes bright with satisfaction.

”That,” she said softly, ”was only the beginning.”

Kane’s chest still heaved from the forced release.

The red mana that had pinned him to the wall still glowed faintly around his wrists and boots, but the last of the orgasm had burned something raw and defiant through him.

He was strong.

Stronger than the spell expected.

With a guttural sound, he surged forward.

Muscle and will slammed against the magical bindings. The red light flared, cracked, then shattered outward in a spray of fading sparks.

The restraints vanished. Kane was free.

He moved before Slovia could rise from her knees.

One big hand closed around her upper arm.

He hauled her up and spun her, driving her backward until the edge of the wide desk met the backs of her thighs. He lifted her easily and set her on the wood, then shoved her knees apart with both hands until she was spread wide and open to him.

The mature body that had just had him at its mercy was suddenly the one pinned in place.

Slovia’s eyes flashed, surprise, then heat.

A low, pleased sound left her throat even as Kane dropped to his knees between her spread legs.

He did not tease. He buried his face against her and devoured.

His tongue dragged hard through the already slick folds, broad and relentless, then speared inside her. He licked deep, sucked, scraped his teeth lightly over the swollen bud of her clit before sealing his mouth around it and pulling with steady, ruthless pressure.

The pure, rich taste of her flooded him, musky, clean, the flavor of a woman who had spent the last hour in control and was now being forced to feel.

”Ah—”

The moan broke from Slovia’s mouth sharp and unguarded. Her long dark hair spilled across the desk.

One hand braced behind her; the other tangled in his red hair.

”That’s it,” she breathed, voice still husky, still trying for command even as her thighs trembled around his head.

”Submit.”

Kane answered by eating her harder. He spat directly onto her open pussy, the wet sound filthy in the quiet study, then used two thick fingers to push the spit inside her while his tongue returned to her clit.

He fucked her with the fingers in deep, curling strokes, stretching the mature heat of her while he sucked and licked without pause.

The wet noises of his mouth and hand filled the room, obscene, continuous, unbroken.

Slovia’s head fell back.

Another moan tore free, longer this time.

”Ah—fuck—Kane—”

He did not slow. He added a third finger, spreading her wider, and kept the relentless rhythm of tongue and hand until her hips began to rock against his face.

The breasts above him swayed with every sharp breath she took. Dark-red nipples stood tight.

Wine and sweat still glistened on her skin.

When her first climax hit, it was sudden and hard. Her thighs clamped around his head; her inner walls clenched in tight, rhythmic pulses around his fingers.

A broken cry left her throat.

Kane licked her through every wave, refusing to ease up until the last tremor passed and she was left panting, legs still spread, pussy glistening and open.

Only then did he rise.

He straightened to his full height between her thighs, the thick, already-hard length of his cock standing heavy and flushed against his stomach.

The earlier release had done nothing to quiet the need; if anything, the magic and her mouth had left him harder, almost painfully so.

He reached up, tangled one hand in the long dark hair at the back of her head, and tugged firmly.

The pull arched her neck, forcing her to look up at him. Her assessing eyes met his, pupils blown wide.

”You asked for this,” he said, voice rough.

”I did.”

She pulled him down by the same hair and claimed his mouth in a deep, open kiss that tasted of his own seed and her arousal.

Their tongues met hard.

Kane’s free hand guided the broad head of his cock to her entrance.

He rubbed it once through the wet folds, feeling how ready she was, then pushed.

The shaft sank into her in one long, controlled thrust.

Slovia’s moan poured into his mouth—”Ahhh—”—as the full girth stretched her open.

Kane did not stop until he was buried to the root, the weight of his balls pressed against her.

He stayed there a moment, feeling the tight heat of her ripple around him, then began to move.