He fucked her like the warlord she had accused him of being.
There was no restraint left. His hips snapped forward in deep, brutal strokes that forced her up the wall with every impact.
One of his large hands pinned both of her wrists above her head, the other gripped the soft meat of her thigh hard enough to bruise, holding her open for him.
Her heavy breasts bounced wildly between them. The wet, obscene sound of his cock plunging into her soaked cunt filled the cell, louder now, messier.
Aeloria tried to speak.
The words dissolved into broken moans. Her body, traitorous, aching, greedy, clenched around him with every thrust.
She was so wet that each withdrawal produced a filthy slick noise.
Kane leaned in and bit the side of her neck, hard enough to mark, then soothed the sting with his tongue before biting again lower.
He drove into her, hard enough that her back scraped the rough stone.
Aeloria’s cry broke into a ragged gasp. Her hands shoved at his shoulders, nails raking across the old scars on his chest.
"Get—off—me—" she snarled, voice cracking between fury and the wet, helpless sound her body made every time he bottomed out.
"I am the one who—"
He cut her off by yanking her red hair, fist tight at the base of her skull, forcing her head back until the long column of her throat was bared.
The motion arched her spine and pushed her heavy breasts up against his chest. Kane’s next thrust punched a sharp "Ahh—!" out of her.
"You were," he growled against her ear.
"Now you’re not."
He fucked her like that, pinned and bent, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the cell walls.
Every stroke was deep, deliberate, grinding the thick head of his cock against the softest place inside her before dragging almost all the way out and slamming home again.
Aeloria’s resistance turned frantic.
She twisted, tried to close her thighs, tried to claw at his face.
Kane simply shifted his grip, one arm banding under her ass to lift her higher, the other still knotted in her hair. Her feet left the floor.
Gravity did the rest; she sank onto him with every upward snap of his hips, taking him deeper than before.
"Fuck—you—stop—"
The protest dissolved into a long, broken moan when he angled sharper.
"Ngh—too deep—!"
"You took every inch when you were on top," he said, voice low and rough.
"You’ll take it now."
He walked them two steps to the low stone bench against the far wall without ever pulling out. In one smooth, brutal motion he sat, spun her, and dropped her down onto his cock, so she faced away from him, straddling his thighs in reverse.
The new angle made her scream. Her hands flew back, scrambling for purchase on his shoulders as he gripped her hips and started bouncing her on his lap.
"Look at you," Kane rasped, watching the way her slick cunt stretched around the thick base of him every time he forced her down.
"Minister of the empire, riding a chained barbarian’s cock like she can’t get enough. You were dripping before you even sat on it."
"Shut—ahh—up—" Aeloria’s voice was high, strained.
Her red hair spilled down her back in a messy curtain; Kane gathered it in one fist and pulled, forcing her spine into a deeper arch.
The motion thrust her heavy breasts forward. He reached around with his free hand and squeezed one hard, thumb dragging over the tight peak.
She moaned, loud, involuntary, filthy.
"That’s it," he muttered.
"Let me hear it."
He kept the pace punishing.
Up, down, wet and deep.
Every time her ass met his thighs, the impact forced a soft, punched-out sound from her throat. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around him in helpless little spasms. Juice ran down his shaft and soaked his balls.
The chains that still bound his ankles rattled uselessly against the floor.
Aeloria tried to lift herself off.
Kane simply hauled her back down by the hair and hips at the same time, burying himself to the root. Her cry cracked in the middle.
"I said take it."
"You—fuck—you’re going to break me—"
"Good."
He changed the rhythm, short, vicious thrusts that kept the head of his cock grinding against that swollen place inside her without ever giving her a full stroke.
Aeloria’s thighs started to shake. Her head fell forward; the only thing holding her upright was the fist in her hair. Soft, continuous moans spilled out of her with every grind.
"No—Kane, wait—I’m—"
"Come on my cock," he ordered, voice like gravel.
"Do it."
She broke with a high, broken wail. Her cunt clamped down hard, pulsing in strong, rhythmic waves that milked him.
Juice gushed around his shaft, making the next few thrusts obscenely wet. Kane didn’t slow.
He fucked her straight through the orgasm, dragging it out until her cries turned sharp and oversensitive and her whole body trembled in his lap.
Only then did he stand, still buried inside her, and bend her forward over the same stone bench.
Her palms slapped the cold surface. Kane kept one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping the soft curve of her hip, and started pounding into her from behind with long, brutal strokes.
The wet sound of it filled the cell.
Flesh on flesh, the heavy slap of his hips against her ass, the soft, broken noises she couldn’t stop making.
Aeloria’s red hair was a tangled mess in his fist. Every time he yanked, her back arched and her cunt tightened around him like she was trying to keep him inside.
"Still think this is just punishment?" he asked, voice rough with effort.
"Still think you’re the one using me?"
"Fuck—you—"
The words came out wrecked, breathless. Another hard thrust punched a loud moan out of her.
"Ahh—deeper—godsdamn you—"
Kane gave her what she asked for.
He bent over her back, chest pressed to her spine, and drove into her so deep the head of his cock kissed her cervix with every stroke.