Chapter 273: Blood, Body & Her Mouth (3)

"—I’m close," Marisa whispered, voice already fraying.

Kane’s mouth curved against the side of her breast.

"I’m not."

He thrust up harder, angling deeper until the head of his cock pressed firmly against the entrance to her womb.

Marisa’s controlled rhythm shattered.

"Ah—"

A broken sound escaped her before she could lock it down.

Kane’s hands clamped on her hips and held her there, forcing her to take every inch while he spoke against her skin.

"This is the trial," he murmured, voice rough with both pleasure and lingering pain.

"Once I kill your brother, I will make sure to breed you properly. Not in a quiet room. Not with you trying to stay silent. Properly."

Marisa’s composure fluttered hard. Her thighs trembled. The words, the depth, the relentless pressure against the deepest point inside her, everything stacked at once.

Her body weakened. The elegant, controlled rolling of her hips turned into something less graceful and more desperate.

Kane used the moment.

He sat up fully, then turned them in one strong motion, putting her on her back without ever leaving the tight heat of her cunt.

Marisa’s long black hair spilled across the pillows.

Kane settled between her thighs, hooked one hand behind her knee, and began fucking her in deep, steady missionary strokes.

Plap plap plap

The wet slap of his hips meeting hers filled the chamber.

His other hand came up and pressed his thumb gently but firmly across her mouth, muffling the sounds she could no longer fully contain.

"That’s more like it," he said, low and approving.

He leaned down and took one full breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while he kept thrusting.

Marisa’s amber eyes went hazy, almost white at the edges as the dual sensation overloaded her.

Her hands fisted in the sheets. Every time Kane drove deep, her body jerked, breasts bouncing, the muffled moans vibrating against his thumb.

"No—ah—"

The protest was weak and half-formed.

Kane released her breast only long enough to adjust both of her legs, lifting them higher and wider until her knees nearly touched her shoulders.

The new angle let him sink even deeper. He set a harder, more punishing rhythm, thighs smacking against her with every thrust, the head of his cock kissing her womb on every stroke.

Marisa’s eyes rolled.

Her cunt clenched around him in helpless waves.

Kane kept his thumb on her mouth and his other hand locked on her thigh, holding the position while he fucked her through the rising climax.

"You can take it," he told her, voice strained.

"Stay quiet and take it."

She did, barely.

Her orgasm hit in a long, shaking wave that locked every muscle in her body.

Kane felt the tight, milking pulses and finally let go.

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her in heavy spurts while her cunt continued to flutter and pull around him.

The shared release dragged another broken, muffled sound out of Marisa that she could not completely swallow.

They stayed locked together for several long breaths afterward.

Kane’s forehead rested against hers.

Marisa’s bare breasts rose and fell hard against his chest, nipples still wet from his mouth.

His hands stroked slowly up and down her sides, feeling the residual tremors that ran through her.

The deep ache in his own body had faded further; the system’s recovery was greedily taking every bit of energy the climax had offered.

When Marisa finally spoke, her voice was low, hoarse, and stripped of most of its usual control.

"That was not part of the plan."

Kane’s mouth curved against her temple.

"Plans change. You feel better?"

"Yes."

She did not pretend otherwise.

The single word carried exhausted honesty.

"And you are healing faster again."

"I told you it works both ways."

He stayed inside her a moment longer, feeling the slow trickle of his seed already beginning to leak around his cock, then carefully pulled out.

"Mmm..."

Marisa’s breath caught at the loss.

A visible line of white followed him, running down the curve of her ass onto the sheets.

She lay there for a few heartbeats longer, legs still open, chest still rising hard, the refined emperor’s sister looking thoroughly used and thoroughly satisfied.

Finally she moved.

Marisa sat up slowly, gathered her dress, and pulled the fabric back into place with deliberate, careful motions.

She smoothed the skirt, adjusted the wrap over her breasts until every mark and flush was hidden, and re-tied her hair with steady fingers.

When she stood, almost no evidence remained of what had just happened beyond the faint darkness in her amber eyes and the slight unsteadiness in her first step.

She looked down at Kane once more.

"Tomorrow the upper hall will be full of eyes. Whatever happens between us after this stays between us until the board is finished. Clear?"

Kane met her gaze from the bed, still half-hard, body brimming with accelerated repair.

"Clear."

Marisa nodded once.

She turned, walked to the door, and this time she did leave, closing it softly behind her without looking back.

The lock clicked. The chamber fell quiet except for Kane’s gradually steadying breath and the distant, muffled sounds of the palace continuing far below.

Kane lay back against the pillows, one arm behind his head, and stared at the dark ceiling.

The taste of her skin, the tight heat of her cunt, the way her eyes had gone hazy when he spoke of breeding her after her brother’s death, all of it stayed vivid.

His wounds had closed further.

The worst of the rib pain had receded to a dull memory.

The system had taken what it needed and put it to efficient use.

With lingering pain, Kane went to sleep, or at least tried.

He woke to dull, deep pain.

The worst of the injuries from the night before had closed: ribs no longer ground against each other, the cut on his scalp was only a tight line, the massive bruise across his chest had faded to a broad, ugly yellow-green, but the memory of Grathak’s strength still lived in his muscles.

Every breath carried a reminder.

Healing elixirs and shared release could accelerate repair.

They could not erase the fact that a ten-foot emperor had kicked him through a wall and then pinned him like a child.