Chapter 282: Recovery Claim (2)

Marisa’s long black hair spilled across the pillows.

Kane hooked one of her knees over his elbow, opened her wider, and began fucking her in deep, relentless missionary strokes.

The bed frame gave a protesting creak with every impact.

Blood from his thigh and the cut along his ribs left dark streaks on her pale skin and the sheets.

He watched her face the entire time, amber eyes half-lidded, lips parted, the careful political mask completely gone.

"Again," he ordered, voice low. "You’re going to cum again before I fill you."

Marisa’s hands raked down his back, carefully avoiding the worst damage, and settled on his ass to pull him deeper.

Kane reached between them and rubbed her swollen clit in tight, rough circles while he kept the hard pace.

Her second orgasm hit faster than the first, tighter, sharper, a broken sound escaping before she could lock it down. Her cunt milked him in strong, rhythmic pulls that dragged his own release to the edge.

He did not give it to her yet.

Kane pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up, and pushed back into her from behind in one smooth thrust.

The new angle let him go even deeper.

"Ah! Oh—!"

Marisa buried her face in the pillow to muffle the sounds she could no longer fully control.

Kane set a punishing rhythm, one hand locked in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, and fucked her with the same stubborn refusal to stop that had kept him standing through the final wave.

"This is the recovery you came for," he said through gritted teeth.

"Take it."

Marisa pushed back to meet every thrust, ass bouncing against him, breasts dragging against the sheets.

Kane felt the third climax building in her, the way her cunt started to flutter and seize in warning.

He leaned over her, chest pressed to her back despite the protest of his ribs, and reached under to work her clit again while he kept driving deep.

"Come on. One more. Give it to me, and I’ll fill you."

Kane kept the hard rhythm from behind, one hand locked in Marisa’s hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave fresh marks over the ones already forming.

Marisa’s face stayed buried in the pillow, muffling the sounds that kept trying to escape, but her body had stopped pretending it was in control. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around him in rising, helpless waves.

He felt her tipping again, the way her thighs started to shake, the way her breath came in short, broken pulls against the pillow. Kane leaned over her, chest pressed to her sweat-slick back despite the protest of his damaged ribs, and spoke low against her ear.

"Not yet. You’re going to take more."

Marisa made a tight, frustrated sound.

"Kane—ah—I can’t—"

"You can."

He pulled her up.

One strong arm hooked under her breasts and hauled her upright onto her knees, back flush against his chest, never once leaving the tight heat of her cunt.

The new position drove him even deeper. Marisa’s head fell back against his shoulder with a raw, startled moan she could not fully swallow.

Kane’s blood-smeared hands cupped both of her full breasts at once, squeezing hard, thumbs dragging roughly across the tight nipples while he fucked up into her with short, brutal strokes that made her entire body jolt.

"Ah—fuck—Kane—"

"Quiet," he reminded her, voice strained, still thrusting deep.

"Or do you want the whole palace to hear the emperor’s sister cumming on a barbarian’s cock again?"

Marisa’s answer was a broken, high sound that she bit down on too late.

Her hands flew back, one fist twisting in his hair, the other clawing at his hip, trying to pull him even deeper.

Kane squeezed her breasts tighter, rolling the soft weight of them in his palms, pinching the nipples between thumb and finger while his cock slammed against the entrance to her womb on every stroke.

Blood and slick and sweat mixed between them.

"You’re so deep—ah—too deep—"

"Take it."

Kane’s mouth dragged along the side of her neck, teeth grazing.

"You’re going to cum like this, upright, stuffed full, while I milk these tits. Then I’m going to fill you."

Marisa’s composure shattered completely.

Every thrust forced another moan out of her, short, desperate, rising in pitch. Her cunt clenched around him in frantic pulses.

Kane felt his own orgasm building like a storm at the base of his spine, but he held it back through sheer stubbornness, determined to drag her over with him.

"Kane—I’m—ah—I can’t hold—"

"Then don’t. Cum for me. Now."

He thrust up especially hard, grinding deep, and pinched both nipples at the same time.

Marisa’s body went rigid.

"Nnh... nggh... ah-h..."

A shaking cry tore from her throat as she came, cunt clamping down so tightly it almost forced him out.

The milking pulses were violent, greedy, endless.

Kane slammed up into her one final time and let go, roaring his own release against the side of her neck as he flooded her in thick spurts.

The shared climax hit the system like pure fuel; healing energy surged through him in a hot, electric rush while he was still buried and pulsing inside her, knitting deeper tissue at a rate no elixir had managed.

Marisa kept cumming around him in long, rolling waves, every pulse dragging another weak moan out of her.

Kane held her upright through it, hands still cupping and squeezing her breasts, cock still buried to the hilt, until the last tremors finally began to fade.

Only then did he ease them both forward, letting her collapse onto her stomach while he stayed draped over her back, still inside, still twitching with aftershocks.

They stayed locked together for several long breaths.

Kane’s forehead rested between her shoulder blades.

Marisa’s body trembled with residual shudders.

Blood, his, smeared across her hips, the backs of her thighs, and the undersides of the breasts he had just finished mauling.

When he finally pulled out, a trickle of seed followed, running down her skin onto the already ruined sheets.