The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the luxurious crimson silk sheets.
A man in his early 40s, tall and muscular with chiseled features, had dark, tousled hair that brushed his broad shoulders.
His rough hands gripped the hips of the woman in front of him, pulling her back forcefully with each thrust.
His eyes, predatory and burning with lust, drank in the sight of her bare back arching beneath him.
She was a vision of beauty — young, with soft, pale skin that glead with a faint sheen of sweat.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in waves, the strands sticking to her skin as her body trembled beneath his powerful movents.
Her lips were parted, flushed and trembling with gasps of pleasure, while her breasts bounced with every harsh motion.
Her wide, doe-like eyes, glazed with desire, looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Ahh... Your Grace... mphh... your c0ck feels so good inside my c*nt..." she whimpered, her voice breathy and filled with desperate need.
Her fingers clenched the silk sheets, knuckles white, as her body shuddered with the overwhelming sensation.
"F*ck... I want you to use however you want! Please... use as your c*m dumpster and breed ! Fill up with your babies!"
A cruel smirk spread across the man’s lips as he leaned down, his breath hot against the nape of her neck.
"Don’t worry, sweetheart," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine, "I’ll pump you full until you can’t take anymore. That tight little c*nt belongs to now. You’re mine... my personal s*x slave."
His hips moved faster, slamming into her f*ckhole with relentless force, the wet sounds of their bodies eting echoing through the room.
Mphh~ ahmm~
She moaned louder, her cries of ecstasy growing more desperate with each thrust.
He reveled in her reactions, his hands gripping her soft, yielding flesh as he drove deeper into her, claiming her in every possible way.
Her body rocked with pleasure, her mind lost in the haze of sensation as he pounded into her rcilessly from behind.
Pah~ pah~
Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her entire being consud by the raw, primal act of submission.
Her lips quivered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gave herself completely to him, her moans filling the air in a symphony of ecstasy.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, wet and obscene as the man continued to pound into her without rcy.
Her full, supple breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, the delicate skin jiggling as her body was rocked forward, barely able to hold herself up.
Every inch of her was trembling, overwheld by the intense pleasure that coursed through her.
Her p*ssy, drenched and dripping, clung tightly around his ’thick’ cock, her juices spilling out onto his shaft and down her thighs.
"Ohh... F-f*ck," she cried, her voice cracking as she neared the edge. "I’m so close... so close..."
The man groaned, his grip tightening on her wide hips as he increased the pace, his body moving with brutal precision.
The slick sounds of her wetness echoed between them, mingling with her desperate moans.
Slap~ slap~ slap—
The noise of his hips colliding with her soft flesh grew louder, more frantic.
"Are you ready to take my load?" he growled, his voice thick with desire as his own release built within him, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"Yes!" she scread, her voice raw with ’need’.
"Yes, please! I want your c*m inside , my lord! F*ck, fill up!"
"That’s a good girl," he rasped, his voice low and commanding.
His thrusts beca erratic, his body tensing. "Here it cos!"
With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself fully inside her, his cock pulsing as hot streams of cum shot deep into her.
He grunted, his jaw clenched, as wave after wave of his thick seed filled her, the sensation sending her into a spiral of orgasmic bliss.
Spurt~ spurt—
His c*m gushed into her, so much that it began to leak from her swollen p*ssy, trickling down and staining the sheets beneath them.
Her body convulsed around him, her p*ssy tightening as she ca hard, her moans turning into breathless gasps.
He continued to pump her, slowly now, milking every last drop from himself, his c0ck still twitching inside her.
Finally, drained and satisfied, he pulled out with a slick, wet sound, leaving her panting and trembling, her p*ssy still dripping with his seed.
Knock! Knock!
All of a sudden, a sharp sound of knuckles rapping against the heavy oak door cut through the haze of lust that filled the room.
It was jarring, completely out of place amid the heated atmosphere.
If it had been any other ti, the person behind the door would have waited — knocking politely, expecting to be answered. But this ti, there was no pause.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The knocking continued, insistent and urgent, growing louder with each strike as if whoever stood outside had no intention of waiting.
The man’s head snapped toward the door, his expression darkening with irritation as the relentless knocking persisted. His hand tightened around the woman’s wide waist, but his focus was now elsewhere.
"Who dares...?" he muttered under his breath, his voice low, but nacing.
He pulled away from her, his eyes narrowing as he strode toward the door, his powerful fra radiating annoyance.
After donning his trousers hastily, the middle aged man flung the door open, he was t by a wide-eyed soldier, who stood rigidly at attention, his face pale and beaded with sweat.
The soldier’s chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, yet he barely hesitated.
"Your Grace, forgive the intrusion," the soldier stamred, bowing quickly, "There’s an urgent matter at the city gates. Commander Ulric sent to inform you imdiately."
The Duke, Duke Varian Darkhart, fixed the soldier with a piercing gaze, irritation evident on his face.
"This better be worth disturbing my ti," he growled, his tone as sharp as the blade strapped to his side, "What is it that could not wait?"
"There’s… there’s a man, Your Grace," the soldier replied, his voice trembling slightly.
"A lone man, severely wounded. Commander Ulric recognized him, but…" He paused, seemingly afraid to continue, "He says you need to see this for yourself. It’s... it’s soone important."
The Duke’s irritation vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, focused intensity.
He didn’t need to ask any more questions. He knew Ulric well enough to trust his judgnt, and if his most trusted commander deed it necessary to summon him personally, it could only an that sothing dire was afoot.
At this mont echoing of the alarm bell also reached Duke’s ear. The room was previously sealed off, its thick walls muffling the outside world and dulling the echo of the alarm bell that rang ominously beyond.
It was this very isolation that prompted Commander Ulric to hastily send a soldier for the Duke.
Duke Varian took a step back, nodding curtly.
"Lead the way," he ordered, slipping on his cloak and grabbing his sword from its place by the door.
Without another glance at the woman still sprawled on his bed, he strode out, his entire deanor shifting into that of a warrior preparing for battle.
...
As the door slamd shut, the flicker of satisfaction in woman’s eyes dimd, replaced by a smirk of mocking disappointnt.
She leaned back, running her fingers through her disheveled hair, sighing as she looked towards the door with narrowed eyes.
"No wonder there are rumors about the Duke’s incompetence," she sneered, adjusting her gown over her bare shoulders.
"All that posturing, yet he still can’t produce an heir."
Her gaze shifted to the door he’d just exited, a glint of derision lighting up her features.
With a swift, dismissive gesture, she spat onto the floor, a scowl forming on her lips.
"He dares to make his plaything with such a tiny thing? Even my fingers are bigger. What a pathetic excuse for a man."
...
As Duke Varian Darkhart marched down the shadowed corridor, his heavy boots echoing off the stone walls, the soldier by his side relayed the grim details without hesitation.
The man spoke in hushed, urgent tones, outlining the scene he’d encountered at the city gates
Duke Varian’s brow furrowed as he absorbed the information, but his stride did not falter.
The soldier soon led him through the winding halls of the infirmary until they reached a secluded chamber, where the air was thick with the stench of herbs and sweat.
In the corridor outside a room, soldiers stood like statues, their expressions grim and watchful as they noticed the Duke approach.
They hastily saluted, their movents sharp and precise.
One of them quickly stepped forward, opening the door with a firm hand.
"Commander Ulric and the physician are inside, Your Grace," he reported, his voice steady.
As he entered, his gaze imdiately fell upon Commander Ulric, standing beside a bed, his face ashen.
Ulric, usually a cheerful and easygoing presence, now looked shaken, his grip tight around the hilt of his sword as if anchoring himself to the ground.
Beside him, an elderly physician worked over the motionless figure on the bed.
The physician’s hands carefully gripped the arrow lodged deep in the young man’s leg, his face etched with concentration as he began to pull it out.
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