Page 21 of Gladiator's Captive
I knew it before it happened, but the raw pleasure of it made me roar anyway. The tip of my cock bloomed, the rounded end inflating as my seed pumped out, ravaging my flesh and mind with a rapture so total, I knew I would be a slave to it for the rest of my life.
She screamed as the tip of my cock inflated, locking me into her depths as it pushed on the underside of her clit, sending her into another, more total orgasm than the two previous. Her sheath was perfect for me, her release prolonging mine as we both howled into the desert night.
When she collapsed, near comatose, I caught her, cradling her into my arms like the most precious treasure.
I was still locked inside her through the round bulb at the end of my cock, but it was already deflating and would soon release her. Finally, it shrank enough for me to slip out of her without harming her delicate tissues.
I turned her around, gazing into the beauty of her face. Her lips were open and red, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed by the rapture. The sight of her resonated with something buried deep inside me. A heart I thought long dead awakened and it roared to the sky in a frenzy of possession.
This woman was mine. She was mine from the cells in her body, to the blood in her veins and the air in her lungs.
What am I doing? I can’t be thinking like that.
“My name is Serena,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice just a thread. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me your real name. You can be Rager to me, but you’ll never be the Breath of Death.”
Her words entered my mind, and my throat closed up. I pushed her away, when all my senses were screaming at me to cradle her closer. Hurt painted her dainty features as she watched me pull my pants back on.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, standing on an unsteady footing, pulling the hem of her ruined dress down. “Is it something I said?”
I looked down at her, then shook my head. This thing had already gone too far.
“What are you going to do with me?” That pointy chin lifted upward, those pink lips glistening wet. No woman dared to look at me like that and it made me itch with the desire to fuck her again. “If you’re not releasing me now, then when?”
Never. I will never release you.
A growl started low in my throat at her question, and went on for a few seconds before I suppressed it.
This is madness. She’s not mine to keep.
“When I decide it.” Speaking gave me a better hold on my emotions. The calm and coolness came back, my focus clearer. “For now, we need to reach the outpost before dawn.”
She couldn’t walk anymore, this much was clear, so I picked her up and as my arms wrapped around her body, she didn’t flinch. No, instead her small, dainty arms closed around my neck, helping me to carry her. Something churned low and deep in my guts as I held her against me.
This felt right. Somehow, this felt more right than it had any reason to.
I had planned on leaving Serena out in the desert not too far from her home for her father to find, but as I walked on under the moonlight, I knew I would not.
What is wrong with me?
All my plans had gone wrong.
For years, I had planned my escape from Arenius. Every detail had been perfected, every step of my journey carefully crafted. And now I was endangering all that for a human woman. Worse, for a human woman who was the daughter of the man I hated.
I should be rid of her right now. What am I doing?
Soon, I’ll get rid of her.
But even my own thoughts sounded like lies.
