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Chapter 6
Fiona
Tears streamed down Fiona’s face as Merokk pounded her with fast, brutal thrusts. But she wasn’t crying from the pain or the immense pleasure. She was crying because he’d returned to her unharmed. Relief overwhelmed her, as did the inexorable desire to submit to his savage needs.
His scrotum impacted against her clit with each quick plunge into her depths, bringing her to the edge of mind-numbing bliss. His animalistic growls vibrated through her, an enticing sensation that traveled to her heated core.
There was a sudden explosion, and Fiona cried out as the pulsating waves of pleasure descended. She undulated her center against Merokk’s, and a second later, his ferocious roar echoed in the vast room. He pumped faster, tightened his grip on her ass, and spurted his seed into her depths. Whimpers left her throat as the warmth of his seed coated her insides.
His parting words from last night returned to her.
Hasn’t anyone ever told you how ravenous a Kall male becomes after battle?
Rest while you can, wife, because the next time we see one another, I intend to make you very sore. I intend to make you beg for mercy.
A shiver rippled through her. Ravenous, indeed.
She was sore, too. Incredibly so, she realized, now that she had a moment to take stock of her body.
But he hadn’t made her beg for mercy. Not yet.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves and her well-used pussy clenched with need. Would he take her a second time with more force? Would he perhaps claim her ass?
She swallowed hard and fought back a shudder. He’d trained her to accept his girth in her bottom hole, but she still found the lascivious act to be a challenge. In his current mood—while he remained feverish from battle—the idea of him claiming her back hole filled her with apprehension.
Finally, Merokk withdrew from her pussy. She made to turn on her side and look at him, but he lifted her off the bed and placed her in the center of the bedroom. Before she could inquire about his intentions, he pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel.
It took mere seconds for his semi-erect cock to swell again, his massive erection glistening in the overhead lights. Glistening with her arousal. How drenched she’d become as he manhandled her. As he’d pulled her hair and forced her to bend over the bed without any preamble.
He'd pounced on her like a rabid beast.
And what fitting prey she’d made. Even if she’d wanted to resist, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against him.
Was it wrong that she had no desire to fight him?
Was it wrong that she craved him beyond all reason, despite knowing he’d killed thousands of her people during the war?
She was his war bride.
His possession.
As she peered up at him, her scalp ached from how harshly he’d grasped her hair earlier, and her pussy pulsed with a mix of soreness and renewed arousal. Her breath caught. She was getting wet for him all over again, her feminine essence merging with his seed that steadily trickled down her inner thighs.
He cupped her face and loomed over her like a conquering giant. His eyes darkened with lust and his nostrils flared. “Tell me, wife, is your pussy sore? Does it hurt?”
Does it hurt?
She whimpered at his choice of words and the effect they had on her. The heat undulating in her core kept increasing, and her nipples tingled and finally tightened to hard peaks.
She nodded. “Yes, Merokk, my-my pussy is sore. It hurts.”
Dark pleasure flashed in his eyes. “Good.”
He spent a full minute stroking her hair with such exaggerated tenderness, it started to make Fiona tremble with nerves.
“In case you were wondering, little one, your mouth is next.” He dropped his hand from her hair and backed up. One second, he was wearing his Kall uniform and boots, and the next second, everything was in a pile near the bed. She’d never seen him disrobe so quickly.
