CHAPTER 37: [R-18] AN EMPIRE NEEDS A QUEEN (2)

Then I counterattacked.

I finally let go of the wood and grabbed her hips with both hands. I held her tight and drove my cock into her in a sharp, brutal thrust. She screamed, a real scream, not fake. Her chest bounced against mine, her head flew back, and it was my turn to groan.

— You wanted my attention? You’ve got it.

She laughed between gasps, but already her legs clung to my hips, forcing me to push even deeper. The table shook, the candles wobbled, papers scattered to the floor, and I didn’t care.

— Yes... aaah... like that... again...

Her moans filled the tent, heavy, raw, dripping with pleasure. Her pussy flowed over my cock, each thrust sending an obscene sound into the air. I felt my own hips slam into hers violently, my fingers marking her pale skin.

And in my head, one thought: I was losing. I was losing to her. But fuck... I didn’t want to win anymore.

I didn’t know anymore if I was fucking her or if she was draining me. The table vibrated, the maps scattered on the floor, and her body pressed against mine in a frenzied sequence. But there came a moment when I couldn’t take being dominated anymore.

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her without warning. She let out a surprised cry, her legs tightening around my hips. Two steps, the rug beneath my feet, and I threw her to the ground. The impact was softened by the thick wool, but she still gasped sharply, almost laughing.

— Finally... she growled, eyes shining, lips parted.

I didn’t answer. I flipped her sharply, pinning her back to the rug, my hands trapping her wrists. Her white hair spread in disarray around her head, mixed with dust and the trembling candlelight. Her chest rose, heavy, perfect, and I immediately threw myself on it, biting a breast, sucking her hardened nipple until I heard her moan.

— Aaah... Sora... fuck...

My cock, still wet with her juice, slid into her again. Not slowly, not gently. A single thrust. I impaled her, and her scream broke against my mouth as I kissed her again, swallowing her complaint. Her whole body arched, her nails clawing my bare shoulders, and I hammered her stomach with sharp, brutal thrusts, my hips slamming against hers.

— Yes... harder... aaah, harder...

Her moans filled the tent, hoarse, uncontrollable. I pounded her, each thrust a revenge, each in-and-out a reminder that I was the one holding her now. But between assaults, I slowed down, intentionally. I plunged into her fully, stayed still, rolled my hips gently, just to torture her.

— You... you drive me crazy... she moaned, her thighs trembling around my waist.

I smiled despite myself, tasting her skin, biting her neck. Then I resumed, harder, faster. Her breasts bounced against my chest, her thighs slapped, and her whole body vibrated under me as if she would break.

And suddenly, I felt her tip over. Her belly tensed, her legs crushed me, and she exploded around my cock in a brutal spasm.

— Aaah! Soraaa!

Her scream reverberated against the canvas, hoarse, torn. Her pussy clenched suddenly, dripping around me, and I growled feeling her orgasm almost tear mine from me. But I held on, gritted my teeth, and continued fucking her, slower this time, savoring her jerks, her wild gasps.

She collapsed on the rug, chest soaked with sweat, breath ragged, eyes half-closed. I kissed her cheek, softly bit her ear, and murmured:

— You haven’t seen anything yet.

She let out a short laugh, cut off by a moan as I lifted her legs and plunged back into her, ready to strike again.

I had exhausted her once on the floor, but her body demanded more, trembling under me like a still-hot weapon. Her panting laugh surprised me, almost insolent.

— You think you’ve won? she whispered, cheek against the rug.

I growled as I lifted her with a brutal motion, her legs still weak from her previous orgasm. I dragged her to the wobbly chair near the overturned table. She let herself fall onto it, legs apart, pussy still dripping, shining in the firelight. Her hand grazed her swollen clit, just enough to provoke me.

— Come... show me you still have ammo.

I didn’t need any more invitation. I slid between her thighs, grabbed her hips, and drove into her with a sharp thrust. The chair creaked under the shock. She screamed, head thrown back, breasts bouncing against my chest.

— Fuck! Aaah, yes! Harder!

I fucked her sitting down, pulling her against me with each thrust, my cock slapping inside her wet pussy, obscene sounds filling the tent. She squeezed me with her thighs, clawed at my neck, panting. Between groans, our lips met, tore away, as if we were waging another battle with our mouths.

But I wanted more. I wanted total domination. I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her halfway off the chair, and slammed her without mercy against one of the tent’s supporting pillars. The impact made the whole structure vibrate. She let out a hoarse scream, arms clutching the wood to avoid falling.

I took her from behind, my cock sliding effortlessly into her dripping pussy. Each thrust sounded like an explosion. The brutal smack of my hips against her ass filled the air, mixing our groans and the sticky scent of sex.

— Aah! Fuck... you’re destroying me... keep going!

I growled, hammering her stomach, hitting harder and harder. Her ass bounced against me, her screams choked with every impact, as if each stroke ripped a piece of her soul. The pillar creaked under her gripping fingers, the tent shook to the rhythm of our bodies.

I pulled her head back, forcing her to arch. My burning breath against her ear:

— Look how you’re coming for me...

She exploded with a long moan, almost a scream, her pussy tightening to make me see stars. A puddle of juice ran down her thighs, splashing my balls with every thrust. The floor beneath us became slippery, dripping with our mix.

— Soraaa... aaah... fuck me again... harder!

I obeyed. Every thrust was a strike, an assault. I was no longer the strategist, no longer the lucid leader: I was a raging soldier, driving my weapon to the hilt, pounding, hammering, with no goal but her total surrender. She convulsed, legs faltering, arms weakening around the pillar.

I held her upright, pressed against me, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her. Her screams mingled with my growls, with the obscene slap of flesh against flesh.

When she nearly collapsed against me, I caught her, panting, and spun her around. Her eyes shone with tears of pleasure, lips swollen in a trembling smile.

— You think... you’ve got me... she whispered, voice broken.

And already, she pushed me back, forcing me to fall onto the chair we had abandoned. She climbed onto me, dripping pussy, impaling herself, a shrill cry escaping her.

In turn, she led the assault, bouncing on my cock, hands gripping my shoulders, forehead pressed to mine. Our eyes locked, challenged each other, between wild kisses. Every hip thrust made me growl, every descent made me lose more control.

It was no longer an embrace. It was a battle. A sweet, dirty war, made of thrusts, sweat, and muffled laughter between screams.

The tent had become a delicious hell, a chaos I savored. Every thrust, every pressure, every cry from Sae pushed me further, devoured me, until I existed only in this body that possessed her and absorbed me.

— Aaah... Sora... again... harder... fuck...

She panted, her pussy taking me relentlessly, every movement tearing a rough moan from me. I felt her whole body convulse under me, hands digging into my shoulders, legs gripping me as if to keep me from fleeing. I didn’t want to flee. I wanted this. I wanted her.

I held her against me, guiding her hips, combining brutality and tenderness, letting each thrust carve our fusion. Her mouth sought mine, our tongues mixed with our screams, our gasps. With each breath, I felt her pleasure erupt again, and with it, mine soared higher, stronger.

— Aaah! Sora! Fuck... I... I’m gonna...

She screamed once, twice, and each time I felt my own body respond, burn, forget itself. I was no longer the strategist, the master of the future or the maps. I was just Sora, whole, consumed by Sae. Her pussy clenched my cock like a promise, and each spasm brought me closer to the edge I had long postponed.

— Now... let go... I whispered, strangled voice, in her ear.

She looked at me, eyes full of desire and something deeper, and I knew we would fall together. I penetrated her one last time, brutal, slow, with all the tension and restraint I had accumulated.

She screamed again, her body arching, her back trembling against mine. I followed her into the fall, exploding inside her, growling, screaming, feeling this total release of all the weight I had carried.

Our breaths mingled, panting, heavy.

Our moans echoed in an almost military rhythm, an army marching in step, us alone in the world.

Her body against mine, I felt that this pleasure wasn’t just a carnal escape.

It was a collapse, a release of all my responsibilities, all my strategies, all my calculations. Yet, paradoxically, it made me stronger.

— Sora... she whispered, panting, fingers sliding across my cheek. You should... sometimes... let go like this.

I looked at her, eyes still bright, warm breath on my neck. A gentle heat washed over me, different from sex, deeper.

She was there, always, close, invincible. And I knew that no matter what happened tomorrow, whatever became of my plans, I would never be alone.

We stayed like that, bodies intertwined, hearts beating in unison, breaths tangled. Muscles sore, flesh still burning, but mind finally at peace. I held her close, feeling her press into my chest, and I knew she would always be this presence, this silent support, my constant in the chaos.

And as my fingers caressed her hair, I promised, in a whisper: to conquer this continent, not only for my dreams and plans, but for her. For us. For this bond that united us beyond flesh, stronger than any strategy.