I thrashed against his weight, struggling in vain to escape from under the pressure of his huge body pushing over mine and locking me in. Furthermore, Dahr pushed himself into the mattress and pressed his still hard cock into my ass, his hips weighing heavily over mine, while his hand wrapped around my midsection to crush any hope at freedom I might have had.
“Why are you fighting me, little ember?” the man groaned into my ear as his muscles tensed over my body, pressing me deeper into the mattress. “Aren’t I giving you exactly what you want?”
Sounds I wasn’t proud of escaped from my throat alongside a line of curses that released themselves from under my breath. I wasn’t proud of this moment, nor the violent reaction I had. The more I fought against him, the more I needed to claim my own strength and prove to myself that I could last this fight.
At least a little longer.
I channelled all my remaining energy into wiggling around and fighting for every inch, each space and each crevice that I could gain under his body. Every bit of movement I didn’t have before became a win, and I would not settle until I remained free from his hold.
I didn’t know if Dahr enjoyed this. The feeling of his erection pushing into my ass told me that the excitement he had woken up with did not falter. He continued to play with me like a cat does with a young mouse, knowing he had the upper hand but letting me claim one or two small victories before he took the conquered territory away. We must have been at it for minutes, if my heavily panting breaths were any indication of my struggles, until Dahr lost his patience.
With a simple shift of his hips, he pushed me further onto the mattress and moved in between my legs to split them open, leaving me bare to him under that skirt that had risen to my midsection during our fight. He pressed his knee against the inner part of my thigh and pushed me to the side, before he sheathed his length in between my legs to perfectly position himself at my entrance.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I shouted when I felt the tip of his cock poking at my entrance. He only needed a slow push, and he would be in, yet the bastard was probably waiting for me to move against him and impale myself into his dick by inertia alone.
I wasn’t stupid. Of course I wouldn’t play along.
I forced my adrenaline to stop flowing and my body to still, muscles relaxing onto the bed underneath Dahr. He must not have been prepared for such an abrupt response, because the force with which he gripped both of my hands to lock them in pressed in on me to the point of snapping my wrists. Fortunately, he adjusted accordingly and let himself relax as well, planting his body carefully over mine.
“See, little flame. All you needed was to feel me inside you,” he whispered proudly into my ear, and I didn’t have to look to guess that he must have been smirking, pleased with this reaction from me, which looked extremely similar to surrender. Little did he know that I was not going to play this game.
If he wanted to be treated like a child, then I had no choice but to follow suit. And the best punishment for someone who wanted attention was not getting it.
“But you are not inside me,” I stilled, forcing even breaths that, I hoped, would calm my spirit and lower my heart rate. “I don’t know what you are trying to prove, but if you are struggling this much to fuck other women in the camp, your technique must be truly disappointing,” I followed, challenging him to move again and lose the game of his own making.
“Is that what you call last night, Nora? Di-ssa-ppoin-ting?” He articulated the word with a breath for each syllable, which he sent shimming down my neck, spreading hot tickles against my body in a tempting approach.
His pride must have hurt if he had to resort to such trickery and I barely contained a smile at the realisation that my plan was working. It seemed that Dahr wanted to use his body against me and let me fall into his lure once more, but I saw right through him. And all my decisions were final.
“I would call it a great night, that I am so over with,” I snapped back at him and turned my head trying to find his gaze. I saw with the corner of my eyes the glint in his gaze, the challenge he seemed to enjoy and that flirtatious grin he displayed when he found himself on the cusp of victory. Unfortunately for him, the great warrior did not anticipate my refusal to play this game.
“Excuse me if I am not one of your sycophants, oh mighty Grannicus,” I followed through with my last shot and fully relaxed underneath him, turning my head and allowing it to fall onto the pillow. Displaying with my body that I was fully giving up. Fully done with playing this game.
“You may not want to be, my lovely March flower, but your body says otherwise. You can try and convince yourself that you do not want me, but that’s not what your steaming pussy istelling me,” Dahr grunted and pushed only slightly in between my legs, enough to make me feel his tip brushing my entrance.
An audible sharp moan ripped through my spirit, and I was unable to control it.
That was it.
It was all Dahr needed to claim his victory, to know that he’d won. It was all that mattered against my brave words and my challenges. I could say anything I wanted, but one poke of his manhood into me and my brain turned into fog, my entire body responding to his claim.
“You are wrong,” I spoke the words, even though they proved untrue. I knew that. And he knew it. Still, he offered me one last battle.
“You are dripping for me, little flame. Your pussy is begging to be ignited,” he said as he pressed slowly into me, opening me up and I couldn't help but release another moan in response. “Ready to be devoured,” another push, this one, fully opening me for him. “Ready to be claimed.” With this final word, Dahr sheathed himself into me, letting his cock glide through my wetness and making my inner walls expand to make space for him. My core stretched to receive him, welcoming the joining of our bodies and the way Dahr continued to poke into me, sliding right in as though I had paved the way for him.
“You are so fucking wet for me,” he grabbed my throat and lifted my head slowly, arching my back as he started to fuck me from behind. “You are such a fucking good girl, Nora. Such a good girl,” he grunted as he pushed into me up to the hilt, his pelvis slapping against my ass with a sharp and wet pounding sound.
“You take it so good, Nora,” he slid out of me this time, leaving only the tip to keep me open, before he placed his free hand under my hip bone and lifted me up just an inch ortwo, enough to make more space for himself before he savagely pushed into me again, claiming his victory.
A wave of pleasure released from between my legs, and I screamed his name, unashamed of the deep need I felt for this man. Not when he was taking me like this. Not when my entire body became the temple I was being worshipped in.
“Just with you,” I moaned, needing his name on my lips. “Just with you Dahr,” I replied between panting breaths, enjoying how my body bent at his will and how my core clenched around his length with a desperation I hadn’t felt before. He was everything. Dahr was the perfect lover. He fitted so well, he moved so deliciously and he—
“See? Told you they were fucking,” I heard a distinctive female voice which instantly tensed my muscles and stopped Dahr’s cock midway into me.
Fortunately, the hand that kept my throat locked relaxed and I could turn towards the entrance, to see Karisha and Markos looking at us, one with a playful grin while the other carried boiling rage. I jumped away from Dahr and released his unmoving length from my core as I shifted in bed. My hands desperately felt around to find something to cover myself with. It was only when Dahr moved that I could pull the bed sheet I had stolen, which had remained wrapped around his knees and placed it over my body to cover both my throbbing wetness and my pebbled nipples.
“Cousin,” Dahr replied with an annoyed voice and stood from bed to display himself to the couple. Fully erect and glinting with my desire.
