NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Kane groaned into Kessa’s cunt.

The dual sensation locked him in place, Kessa grinding down onto his mouth, thighs bracketing his head, striped tail curling tight against his shoulder, while Griselda’s tighter, hotter cunt took every upward thrust he could still manage.

He licked Kessa with focused hunger, tongue pushing deep and then dragging over her clit in steady rhythm.

Above him, Kessa braced one hand on the headboard and rolled her hips in short, demanding circles, chasing the friction of his mouth.

”That’s it,” Kessa panted.

”Eat it. You promised you’d take me apart after the Measure. Start here.”

Griselda’s voice came quieter, edged with the same rising heat.

”She’s not the only one who waited. Stay hard for me.”

She lifted and dropped with increasing purpose, the wet sound of her cunt taking him joining the softer, wetter noises of Kane’s tongue working between Kessa’s thighs.

Her breasts bounced with every motion.

Kane’s good hand reached up, found one full breast, and squeezed hard, thumb scraping across the nipple while he continued to lick Kessa with single-minded focus.

Kessa’s thighs began to tremble first.

”Right there—ah—don’t you dare stop—”

Kane sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

Kessa came with a raw, open cry, cunt pulsing against his tongue in hard waves, hips jerking as she ground through it.

The taste of her release flooded his mouth. He drank it down without slowing, still licking while the aftershocks ran through her.

The milking pulses of Kessa’s orgasm and the tight clench of Griselda’s cunt around his cock stacked too high.

Kane’s control snapped.

He thrust up hard into Griselda, good hand still mauling her breast, and came with a rough, broken groan against Kessa’s wet folds, flooding the fallen angel in thick pulses while her own rhythm stuttered and tightened.

Griselda followed him over a few strokes later, head tipping back, wings trembling open as a controlled but intense climax rolled through her.

Her cunt milked him through the last of his release, prolonging the shared heat until the system’s recovery surge peaked and flooded the remaining black-edged wounds with aggressive repair.

For several long breaths, the only sounds in the chamber were harsh breathing and the soft drip of mixed fluids onto the sheets.

Kessa finally lifted off his face, thighs still shaking, and looked down at him with dark, satisfied eyes.

Griselda remained seated on his cock a moment longer, pale body flushed, full breasts rising and falling, before she carefully lifted free. Seed leaked from her in a slow trickle down her inner thigh.

Kane lay between them, chest heaving, the worst of the divine-adjacent damage already knitting further under the dual release. His good arm reached out, pulled Kessa down against one side, and then found Griselda’s hip to keep her close on the other.

Kessa’s voice was rough, almost smug.

”That’s one promise started. You’re not finished with me yet.”

Griselda’s quieter reply carried its own edge of claim.

”I’m not finished with either of you.”

Kane’s voice was rough, still edged with leftover pain and the fresh surge of system recovery.

He sat up, good arm already reaching for Griselda.

She had only just lifted off him; seed still leaked down her pale inner thigh.

He caught her waist, turned her with careful but deliberate strength, and put her on her back across the wide bed.

Her wings spread slightly for balance. Yellow eyes met his, already dark again.

Kane hooked one of her knees over his elbow, opened her, and pushed back into the slick, cum-filled heat of her cunt in one long thrust.

Griselda’s breath left her in a controlled, punched-out sound.

He set a hard, deep rhythm immediately, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the chamber again.

His good hand rose, cupped one breast, and squeezed hard enough to make the soft flesh overflow his fingers.

He mauled it openly, thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple, rolling it, tugging while he fucked her without restraint.

”Ah—Kane—”

”Take it.”

He leaned down and took the other breast into his mouth, sucking the nipple hard between his teeth, tongue working the peak while his hips kept driving.

Griselda’s back arched. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Every thrust forced another soft, rising sound from her throat that she could no longer fully lock down.

Kessa watched from the side of the bed, striped tail lashing slowly, one hand already between her own thighs. Her voice came low and hungry.

”Make her cum again. I want to hear it.”

Kane released Griselda’s breast just long enough to answer.

”You will.”

He shifted angle, pushing her knee higher, and slammed deeper.

The head of his cock rubbed ruthlessly against the front wall of her cunt on every stroke.

Griselda’s controlled sounds broke into short, helpless moans.

Her full breasts bounced and swayed under the dual assault of his hand and mouth.

Kane sucked hard, teeth grazing, while his fingers continued to maul the other breast without mercy.

”Right there—don’t stop—ah—”

Griselda’s thighs clamped around him. Her cunt clenched in tight, rhythmic waves as the climax hit.

She came with a longer, shaking cry, wings trembling fully open, pale body locking tight around his cock.

Kane fucked her through it without slowing, still mauling her breasts, still sucking, until the pulses began to fade and she was left trembling and oversensitive beneath him.

He pulled out while she was still shaking.

Seed and her own release slicked his cock and the insides of her thighs.

Griselda lay sprawled, chest heaving, yellow eyes half-lidded, looking thoroughly used for the second time in less than an hour.

Kane turned to Kessa.

She was already rising to meet him.

He caught her by the waist, spun her, and walked her backward until her bare back and striped ass hit the cool stone wall of the chamber.

Kessa braced both hands against it without being told, back arching, tail lifting out of the way in clear invitation.

Kane dragged the head of his cock through the wet folds of her cunt once, twice, then pushed in to the hilt from behind in a single hard thrust.

Kessa’s forehead dropped against the stone.

”Fuck—yes—”

He set a brutal pace immediately, hips slamming against the curve of her ass, one good hand locked on her hip hard enough to bruise.

The filthy sound of him taking her filled the room. Kessa pushed back to meet every thrust, breasts pressed to the wall, striped skin flushing darker where his fingers dug in.