Page 31 of Vendetta

“Did they hurt you?” I ask between licks.

“No. You got here right when I needed you.”

I grunt. That’s not exactly true. She needed me back at the house. Back when they decided to raid it, killing half my guards and taking her in the process.

“Stop thinking.” She says grabbing my face to make me look at her. “Stop replaying it.”

“It shouldn’t have happened.”

“No, but we’ll make them pay.” She says speaking like a true queen.

Her hands are on my belt, undoing it clumsily but she gets it off, and then she’s freeing my cock which of course is hard and throbbing for her.

“Take me.” She says. “Fuck me. Claim me.”

“Here?” I say. It’s not the setting I had envisioned for our first time.

“Here.” She says grinning. Her skin is still speckled with blood. Her nipples are so hard right now I think they could cut glass.

I’d planned on lubing up, on smothering us both because I know how big my cock is and I know how much it can hurt but there’s none here. I have to go in raw and hope she’s aroused enough and wet enough inside not to tear.

She pulls her panties off and like a red flag to a bull I make my move, picking her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, letting me guide her down onto me.

My cock is nudging at her entrance. I’ve not even touched her cunt and I can feel she’s dripping. Good, she’ll need all the juices she has to get me in and for it not to hurt. She moans as I push inside just a bit. Her muscles, her flesh, her perfect body adjusts to fit my girth but I can see it’s not all that comfortable.

“I’ll go slow.” I say.

“No you won’t.” She says back, gripping my shirt, half glaring at me. “This body is yours. I am yours. You are going to mould me to fit you.”

“Eleri…”

“Fuck me Nico. Fuck me hard and fuck me like I need you to.”

I grin. I can hear it in her voice. She’s serious. My devil spawn. My wanton little whore is back and I’m ready to fulfil her needs.

“Then take your throne my queen.” I say as I shove the rest of my length inside her hard and she cries out in shock and pain. I pull out, slowly, hoping her juices have coated me enough and I plunge back inside her.

Fuck she feels so good. Her cunt is gripping me so tightly, her nails are digging in, I can feel the warmth of her, the way her arousal is already coating us. She wants this, she’s enjoying this. Enjoying me fucking her.

I pick up my pace. She said hard and by god that’s what I’m going to give her now. She starts grunting, writhing, rocking her hips and her tits bounce with every move she makes. My majestic queen, my warrior, my perfect angel, fucking me back as I fuck her.

“You like the feel of my cock?” I say as she throws her head back.

“Yes.” She screams loud enough for everyone in this piece of shit place to hear.

“You like your throne?” I say and she nods. Of course she does. This woman was made for me. Made for my cock. Made for my pleasure. Just as I was made for hers.

“Cum in me. Mark my insides. Tear me apart.” She cries and I realise it’s still hurting her, still painful but she’s enjoying it all the same. Maybe she’s a masochist. Maybe my little slut is into more than I realised.

I grab her tit, raising it, and suck hard on her nipple.

She moans more. Her body is so responsive. Every touch I make, everything I do seems to elicit a response that’s salacious, wanton, but necessary.

She runs her nails down my back, scrapes at my flesh and I groan. I want her to mark me too. I want us both to bear evidence of this.

Her walls are clenching, her body is starting to lose control and my dick is moments from release.

“Cum with me Eleri.” I order.

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