The morning sun cut through the manor windows as Kane wiped the last of the blood from his axe blade.

The village had settled into an unfamiliar quiet after three nights of defending against the worms, and he was already restless for the next fight.

The messenger found him at the window.

Lady Greta wanted to see him.

Immediately.

He set down the axe and went to her chambers, where the doors were already open.

The air grew warmer as he approached.

He found the door open, revealing a room that was as luxurious as it was expansive.

Silk robes hung from chairs, and a table was piled high with documents and maps. Greta sat in a chair by the window, her red hair spread across the back of the chair like flames.

She wore a low-cut robe, the fabric barely containing her massive breasts that strained against the clothes.

Her legs were crossed, one ankle resting on the knee of the other, her toes peeking out from beneath the hem.

Kane moved into the room, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The tension in the air was palpable, a string pulled tight between them.

Greta turned her head, her eyes locking onto his. They were cold, but he could see a flicker of heat beneath the surface.

"I heard you bought a new toy yesterday."

She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up even higher.

Kane stopped in his tracks, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Jealous already, Chief?" he said, stepping closer.

"I thought you were a big girl who could handle sharing."

Greta’s eyes flashed with irritation and arousal.

"I’m not jealous," she said, her voice tight.

"I’m curious. Your men fuck multiple women of my village in one night, then you go and buy a mysterious slave the next morning? Exactly how many cunts do you plan to fill in this place?"

She stood up, the robe falling, making her completely naked beneath it, her body a masterpiece of curves and strength.

Her nipples were hard, standing at attention, and her pussy was already glistening.

She pushed him back gently, forcing him to sit in a large chair near the fireplace.

He obeyed, his cock already bulging against his pants.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him aggressively, her soaked pussy ground against the hard bulge in his pants as she grabbed his red hair and yanked his head back.

"You scared?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

Kane’s mind raced.

’She wants to be in control, huh?’

"You have no idea," he said, his voice deep.

Greta laughed.

"Is her cunt tighter than mine?" she whispered against his ear, rolling her hips.

"Does that emotionless whore make your cock throb like this?" Kane groaned, his hands instantly gripping her ass, squeezing hard.

"You talk a lot for someone who’s already dripping down my pants," he growled.

He thrust his hips up, grinding his cock against her slit.

"You’re soaked, Greta. Jealous pussy is always the wettest."

Greta let out a sharp moan and reached between them, freeing his massive cock.

She positioned herself and sank in one greedy motion, taking him to the hilt.

"Fuuuck—" she gasped, her walls clenching tightly around him.

She started riding him hard, bouncing on his cock with aggressive, possessive strokes. Her tits slapped against his chest with every descent.

He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, then pulled her down against him, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

"Haaa..."

The taste of her cannot be explained in words.

He felt like a starving man finally finding food.

"Take it," he growled into her ear, nipping at the lobe.

"You wanted this, Greta. You wanted to prove you were better than the others."

Greta’s body began to slow, but the pleasure was building fast.

She rode him with a rhythm that was both aggressive and demanding.

"Eung... Heeuut... Ung...! Ung! Ung!"

Kane’s thoughts swirled around his head, a chaotic mix of lust and victory.

’I wonder if I can make her beg.’

Kane let her have her moment, enjoying the view of the proud village chief desperately fucking herself on him.

But after a minute, he’d had enough.

In one smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around her, stood up, and slammed her down onto the large wooden table, making the papers and inkwells scatter.

Greta’s eyes widened.

"What are you— ahh!"

Kane grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders, folding her in half. He drove back inside her with a brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix.

"You wanted to know how I claim women?" he snarled, pounding into her with deep strokes.

This time, the entry was slower, deeper. He wanted to savour every inch, wanted to make sure she felt it.

"This is what you asked for," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Greta’s moans grew louder and more broken as he fucked her mercilessly on the table.

Her huge tits bounced wildly with every impact.

"Fuck... Kane! You arrogant bastard... ahh! Harder!"

He lifted her from the table.

Kane had her bent over the edge of the table, her palms flat against the scattered maps, her red hair spilling across the ink stains.

His cock was still buried deep inside her, wet and warm from the first round, but he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

"You know," Greta said, her voice shaky but teasing, "I’m not as young as those girls you’ve been fucking. My hips are wider."

Kane grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back.

"And?"

"And nothing," she gasped. "Just saying. If you’re gonna fuck me, fuck me like you mean it."

He answered by slamming into her so hard the table scraped across the floor.

Greta cried out, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the wood.

"Like that?" he growled.

"Yes... Yes, like that!"

He set a brutal pace, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with every thrust.

Her huge tits swung beneath her, heavy and full, and he reached around to grab them, squeezing hard, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.

"You like having a real man inside you, don’t you?" he said, his voice low and rough.

"After all those years of disappointing little-dicked losers who couldn’t handle a real woman like you."

"Ah, ah, ah...! Ung! Ung! Ung!"

Greta’s only response was a moan, her hips pushing back to meet his strokes.

"Say it."

"I like it," she breathed. "I like your cock so much more."

"Louder."

"I LIKE YOUR COCK MORE!"

Kane grinned, his thrusts growing deeper, more deliberate. He could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around him. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Tell me you want me to fill you up."

"Fill me up," she begged.

He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and let go. Hot cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse, until it was leaking down her thighs.

Greta collapsed onto the table, trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Kane stayed inside her for a long moment, catching his breath.

Then he pulled out slowly, watching his seed spill from her swollen lips.

[Affection with Lady Greta Thorne → 82/100]

[Hidden Quest: Corrupt the Crimson Witch → 42%]

[New Title Acquired: Village Chief’s Lover]

Greta turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder with a satisfied smile.

"You know," she said, "if you keep fucking me like that, I might have to raise your taxes."