Aeloria’s arms gave out.
She collapsed onto her elbows, face turned to the side, blue eyes glassy and half-lidded. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her with every impact.
He could feel his own release building, hot, heavy, inevitable. The tight, wet clutch of her cunt was too much.
Kane’s hips snapped forward in shorter, harder thrusts. His grip on her hair tightened until her scalp burned.
"Gonna fill you," he growled against the back of her neck.
"Every drop. And you’re going to take it like the greedy thing you are."
"Don’t do it—" Aeloria’s voice cracked into a sob of pure need.
"Fuck—Kane—cum inside me—"
He slammed home one last time and buried himself to the hilt.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her in heavy pulses. Kane’s entire body locked up as he emptied into her, cock jerking hard against her inner walls.
Aeloria moaned through it, cunt fluttering around him, milking every spurt. When the last pulse faded, he stayed deep, breathing hard against her sweat-slick skin.
For a moment the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the slow drip of his cum leaking out around his still-hard shaft.
Kane pulled out.
A thick rivulet of white immediately spilled down her inner thigh. Aeloria made a soft, broken sound at the sudden emptiness.
He didn’t give her time to recover. He dragged the head of his cock, slick with their mixed fluids, up between the cheeks of her ass and pressed against the tight ring of muscle there.
Aeloria’s body went rigid.
"No—" She tried to push up, tried to twist away.
"Kane, not there—I’ve never—"
"Then it’ll be a first for both of us," he said, voice dark with promise.
He spat into his palm, stroked once over his cock to spread the slick, then pressed the thick head firmly against her hole.
"Push back. Or I push in."
"You bastard—" The protest turned into a sharp, high cry as the head of him forced past the tight ring. Aeloria’s fingers clawed at the stone.
"Ahhh—fuck—too big—!"
Kane worked himself in with slow, relentless pressure. Inch by thick inch.
Her ass was tighter than anything, clenching and fluttering around the intrusion. He kept one hand fisted in her hair, holding her still, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. When he finally bottomed out, cock buried to the root in her ass, Aeloria’s whole body shuddered.
"Full," she whimpered. "So fucking full—"
"Good." Kane pulled back halfway and thrust in again, a little harder. The slide was smoother this time, slick with spit and the cum still leaking from her cunt.
"Take it."
He started fucking her ass with the same rough rhythm he’d used on her cunt.
Deep, punishing strokes that forced broken, continuous moans out of her. Aeloria’s resistance crumbled under the overwhelming stretch and the way every thrust dragged against sensitive nerves she hadn’t known she possessed.
Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth fell open. Soft, mindless sounds poured out of her with every impact.
"Kane—ahh—Kane—it’s—ngh—so deep—"
"You love it," he rasped, yanking her hair to arch her further.
The new angle let him drive even harder. The wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into her ass filled the cell.
"Look at you. Eyes rolled back like a whore."
"Shut—ahh—up—"
The words had no heat left. Another hard thrust punched a loud, shameless moan out of her.
"Fuck—yes—there—"
Kane reached around and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing tight, ruthless circles while he fucked her ass. Aeloria’s thighs started shaking violently.
Her arms gave out completely; she collapsed onto her chest, ass still raised for him, red hair a tangled mess across the stone.
"Gonna cum again," she gasped, voice high and wrecked. "Kane—I’m gonna—ahh—!"
"Then cum," he ordered. "Cum with my cock in your ass."
She shattered. A long, broken wail tore from her throat as her whole body seized. Her ass clamped down impossibly tight around him, pulsing in strong waves.
Kane fucked her through it without mercy, dragging the orgasm out until she was sobbing and twitching and oversensitive. Only when her cries turned sharp did he chase his own second release.
His hips snapped forward in short, brutal thrusts.
The tight heat of her ass was too much. Kane buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan and came hard, flooding her guts with thick, hot pulses of cum.
He held her there, pinned and filled, as his cock jerked and spilled deeper inside her with every throb.
When the last aftershock faded, he stayed deep for a long moment, breathing hard against her sweat-slick back. His hand loosened in her hair, stroking once through the tangled red strands almost absently.
Aeloria was limp beneath him, trembling, a thin trail of his cum already starting to leak from her stretched hole when he finally, slowly, pulled out.
She made a soft, broken sound at the sudden emptiness. Kane turned her over on the bench, looking down at the wreck he’d made of her, blue eyes glassy, lips swollen, heavy breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath, thighs slick with their mixed fluids.
A faint, stunned moan still lingered in her throat.
Kane’s mouth curved into something dark and satisfied.
"Still think I’m just a savage playing at being a king?" he asked, voice rough.
Kane’s fingers slid lower, parting the slick folds of her cunt with deliberate care.
She was still swollen, still dripping his cum in slow, thick rivulets that mixed with her own wetness.
The moment the pad of his thumb brushed her oversensitive clit, Aeloria’s entire body jerked.
A helpless twitch ran through her thighs. Her hips tried to twist away, but there was nowhere to go.
A broken little sound escaped her throat, half moan, half protest.
"Sensitive," Kane murmured, circling the swollen bud once more just to watch her shudder.
"Still twitching for me."
Aeloria forced herself upright on shaking arms.
Cum immediately spilled from both her used holes, warm and sticky, sliding down the insides of her thighs in glossy trails.
She stood on unsteady legs, red hair a tangled curtain around her flushed face, heavy breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath.
The evidence of what he had done to her glistened openly between her legs, vaginal and anal, both thoroughly claimed.
She opened her mouth to speak—
The cell door swung open without warning.
A woman stepped inside, long blonde hair cascading over the shoulders of an elaborate noble gown of deep emerald and gold.
The cut of the fabric left no doubt of her rank: high collar edged in white fur, a circlet of pale gold resting against her brow, rings heavy with sigils on both hands.
Her cool green eyes swept the scene in a single, unhurried glance, Aeloria standing naked and dripping, Kane still half-dressed and unashamed, the reek of sex thick in the air.
The Queen’s expression did not change.