Kane let the leather flap slam shut behind him, plunging the chieftain’s hut into flickering lantern light.

His body was still covered in dried blood and sweat from slaughtering Grimfang, but the only thing throbbing in his veins now was lust.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

"Both of you. Right fucking now."

Thora didn’t hesitate for even a second. She rose from the furs and let the blanket fall, revealing her voluptuous body and heavy breasts.

Sira’s cheeks burned red, but she quickly followed, shedding her covering and baring her toned, athletic frame.

Kane’s eyes burned with hunger.

He grabbed Thora by the waist and yanked her hard against his blood-stained chest, kissing her brutally.

His rough hands immediately gripped her big ass, squeezing hard as he ground his rock-hard cock against her stomach.

"I just killed a fucking monster," he growled against her mouth. "Now I’m going to fuck you like one."

He spun her around and shoved her down onto the large cot. Before she could even catch her breath, he was on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head.

His mouth attacked her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a claiming mark.

Thora cried out.

"Ahh, Chief!"

She fought back like a wildcat, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, biting him with hunger.

The sharp pain only made Kane groan with pleasure. He thrust into her soaked pussy in one brutal stroke, burying every inch to the hilt.

"Fuuuck... so wet and greedy," he snarled, immediately pounding her without mercy.

The loud, obscene slapping of his hips against her thick ass echoed through the hut.

"This milf cunt is mine. Say it."

"It’s yours, Chief!" Thora moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around him like a vice.

"All yours, ahh! Fuck me harder! Please, I need it rough!"

Kane bit her neck again, sucking hard as he hammered into her with deep strokes.

Her massive breasts bounced violently with every thrust. He released her wrists so he could grab those tits, squeezing and slapping them roughly while he fucked her even deeper.

"You love getting destroyed like a cheap whore after I come back from battle, don’t you?" he growled, pinching her nipples hard.

"Yes! Yes, I love it, I’m your dirty whore, Master!" Thora cried out shamelessly, her nails digging into his back.

"Use me! Bite me harder, make me yours!"

Kane leaned down and bit her neck and shoulders repeatedly, leaving red, claiming marks all over her pale skin.

Thora moaned like a bitch in heat with every bite, her pussy clenching and gushing around his cock.

He kept pounding her relentlessly, the cot creaking dangerously beneath them.

After several long minutes, Kane pulled out of her dripping cunt, his cock glistening with her juices.

He turned his gaze to Sira, who was watching with wide eyes, fingers frantically rubbing her own pussy.

"Your turn, spitfire."

Both women exchanged a heated look.

Thora sat up, breathing heavily.

"Let us take care of you tonight, Chief," she said, voice filled with lust.

"Both of us."

"Yes," Sira added, dropping to her knees.

"Let us serve you properly, Chief."

Kane sat back on the edge of the cot, legs spread wide. The two women crawled between his thighs like eager cocksuckers.

Thora started first, licking slowly up the entire length of his cock before taking him deep into her warm throat.

Sira joined immediately, licking the side and sucking on his balls.

"Fuck... that’s it," Kane groaned, gripping both of their heads.

"Look at you two filthy sluts worshipping my cock after I slaughtered a beast. This is what you were made for."

Thora pulled off with a pop, stroking his slick shaft with both hands while looking up at him with lust-drunk eyes.

"Your cock is so fucking big and thick, Master... We love sucking it for you," she said sluttily.

"It’s all we want right now."

Sira took over, sucking him eagerly into her mouth, working hard to take as much as she could while Thora licked and kissed wherever her mouth wasn’t.

They moved together like perfect little whores, trading turns, drooling, gagging, and moaning obscenely around his cock.

Kane fucked Thora’s throat roughly for a while, then switched to Sira’s, using their mouths however he pleased while they looked up at him with teary, submissive eyes.

’Fuck why are they so good?’

After a long, sloppy double blowjob, Kane stood up.

"Face the wall, Sira."

Sira obeyed instantly, pressing her hands against the wooden hut and arching her back, pushing her tight ass toward him.

Kane stepped behind her, rubbing his fat cock against her dripping entrance.

"You’ve been aching for this cock all fucking day, haven’t you?" he growled into her ear.

"Yes, Chief... Please fuck me hard," Sira begged desperately.

"I need it so bad."

Kane grabbed her hips and slammed into her pussy in one powerful thrust.

"Ungh, ungh, ah, ah...!"

Sira cried out as he stretched her.

Kane reached around and rubbed Sira’s clit while he pounded her, feeling her pussy start to clench around his cock.

"You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."

"I’m..., I’m cumming!" Sira screamed, her body locking up as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Her juices ran down her thighs as she came hard, her pussy milking Kane’s cock.

But Kane wasn’t done yet.

He pulled out and spun her around, lifting her onto the table. He pushed her legs back, exposing her dripping cunt and tight asshole, and lined his cock up with her pussy again, but this time he pressed the tip against her ass as well, teasing both entrances.

"Please, Master," Sira begged, her eyes glassy with lust.

"Where do you want me?"

"Everywhere," Kane growled. He pushed into her pussy first, fucking her with deep, slow strokes.

Then he pulled out and pressed into her ass, making her gasp. He alternated between the two, never letting her know which hole he would take next.

"Slowly, ughh!"

Thora crawled up behind Kane and began licking his balls as he fucked Sira’s ass. The sensation was almost too much. Kane groaned, his posture faltering.

"Fuck... both of you are going to make me cum again," he growled.

"Cum in my mouth, Master," Thora said, pulling away and opening wide.

"Cum down my throat."

"No, cum on our faces," Sira countered, pushing herself up.

"We want to taste you together."

Kane pulled out of Sira’s ass and stood over them, stroking his cock furiously.

Both women knelt before him, tongues out, faces tilted up, their eyes locked on his cock, waiting, desperate.

"Open wide," Kane snarled.

He came with a guttural roar, ropes of cum shooting across their faces.

It splattered across Thora’s cheek and lips, across Sira’s forehead and chin.

They moaned as it covered them, immediately pressing their faces together, licking and sharing his seed.

Their tongues met in the middle, swapping his cum back and forth before swallowing it down.

Kane collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving. Both women crawled up beside him, pressing their cum-covered bodies against his.

They kissed his chest, his neck, his lips, tasting themselves and him on each other’s mouths.

"You two are going to be the death of me," Kane muttered, a smile crossing his face.

"What a way to die, Chief," Thora purred, nuzzling into his neck.

Sira giggled, her hand sliding down his stomach.

"I don’t think he’s dead yet. I can feel him stirring again."

Kane let out a low chuckle as he stared at the ceiling of the hut, his hand possessively gripping Thora’s busty ass.

"Good, now keep sucking. I need to stay hard thinking about all the royal cunts I’m going to taste soon."