Page 61 of Barbarian Daddies

“You are ours, forever,” Kai says, grabbing me by the back of the head, fingers tangled in my hair as he tightens his grip and shoves his cock down my throat again. “Do you understand, Cynthia? Forever.”

“Forever,” I manage between ragged breaths as I suckle on his tip, then do the same to Maur. “I’m yours forever.”

“Our bond can never be broken,” Maur grunts, then pulls back before he’s ready to come.

Oh, yes, he’s edging himself, too. Good. I love the way his cock throbs with anticipation. I get up, my knees shaking as I ache for more, so much more. Wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I give my Sunnaite warlords a hot smile and sit on the bed’s edge.

“I need you both inside me. Right fucking now,” I say. “Forever.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Kai shoots back.

A split-second later, I’m crying out in sheer agony and ecstasy as I’m riding Kai while Maur takes me from behind. I’m filled beyond my wildest dreams, stretched and fucked out of my mind with dominant, thrusts and loving every second of it. Maur’s claws dig into my hips, occasionally slapping my ass while I rub my clit against Kai’s groin, his cock reaching all the way up to my stomach, or so it feels. He kneads my breasts, pinching and squeezing tighter and tighter until it stings.

Until I throw my head back and scream, unraveling as a thundering orgasm roars through me, as they fuck me so hard and so deep I fall apart, deconstructed and rippling outward. I’ve lost my mind and my senses, I’m bouncing on Kai’s cock while Maur pounds into me, madly, ferociously, desperately until I’m gushing like a fountain, until they both come deep inside me, thrusting and surrendering to me.

Claiming me.

I’m crying out, feeling every push as Maur slaps my ass again. I’m sweating and trembling like the surface of a lake troubled by a pebble, as I grind myself harder against Kai, squeezing them both of every single drop. My stars, I don’t know when my body changed to adapt to theirs, but I welcome the elasticity, I welcome each sensation. I welcome their love, their bites and their scratches, their firm grasp and their gentles caresses.

My pussy feels tender, but I am nowhere near done. And neither are they.

This is barely the beginning. As the city outside adjust to a new era and a different leadership, as the world beyond these walls keeps spinning, as the future becomes present, rife with new opportunities and different breeds of danger, I stick to this master bedroom and the love of my two Sunnaite warlords.

Our bodies get knotted between the bed sheets for a while, skin covered in sweat as we melt into the afterglow, as we catch our breaths before Maur snarls ferociously and turns me over. I yelp and laugh lightly as he spreads my legs and proceeds to devour my pussy. I welcome his tongue lapping, his lips suckling my clit until I’m primed and ready for more.

Tomorrow yields new challenges.

But until tomorrow, I’m perfectly fine with being just like this. Loved into sheer exhaustion, into infinity, protected and held by Maur and Kai until the end of time. That’s what we’ve been fighting for. It’s what we’ll be fighting for tomorrow, as well. For our love, for our unborn child, for our future together.

This is my home, whether I planned for it or not.

I will give it my everything from hereon. I’ll be the wife they deserve, a mother to our sons and daughters, a Sunnaite woman through and through.

30

Cynthia

As the days go by, life catches on new shapes and colors while we adjust to Sapphire City. We’ve been wildlings for so long, I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have running water, electricity, and other modern accoutrements. Not that I haven’t enjoyed living the simpler life with the Fire Tribe by the river, but dammit, the hot tub was worth all this trouble.

Our people are slowly but surely rebuilding parts of the city that were damaged during the attack. The residents are also contributing to the best of their abilities—some of them were engineers before the war started, others learned various building crafts from their ailing parents, while a few figured things out on their own. Each of these people has proven themselves valuable and helpful. This, in turn, has caused an immediate shift in the city’s entire atmosphere.

The Sky Tribe never made use of these folks. They just pushed everyone back so their techs and engineers could run the place. Nobody listened to what the locals had to say. In turn, it made the Sky Tribe’s downfall in Sapphire City all the more painful. A lesson the Fire Tribe were quick to learn when they took over.

There is harmony now. Collaboration. There’s even the prospect of friendship brewing from one neighborhood to another as the available resources are evenly distributed. There are no slums in the southern district anymore. The facades of old buildings are being renovated and painted over in a sparkling shade of white. The streets are getting fixed. Bit by bit, shrub by shrub, and inch by inch, the city is getting its old vibe back—an example of how it should’ve been in the first place.

I’m in the grand salon of our palace one afternoon, entertaining my best friends. Jewel returned victorious from her Emerald City mission, and now the Sky Tribe has one less starship to send to Earth. They’ll need about six to eight months to get another ship running and ready to fly out.

“But that’s fine. I’ll find and blow up that one, too,” she says, relaxing in a big, plush armchair as I carry a tray in from the kitchen. “Oh, my favorites!” she exclaims upon noticing the plum cookies resting on one of the dessert plates.

“Save some for the kids,” Amber tells her, giggling. Valen and Salem are busy playing by one of the windows, but it’s only a matter of time before they notice the cookies and sweet tea. “I know Salem will appreciate the plum cookies as much as you, Jewel.”

“You should really learn how to make these yourself,” Jewel grumbles, feigning dissatisfaction for having to share with Amber’s children.

I can’t help but laugh while Alicia pours herself a cup of hot tea. It’s the best way to keep our body temperatures down in this scorching weather, truth be told—though living by the Crimson Sea has taken most of the edge off the high temperatures. It’s better up here than by the river, that much the girls and I have already agreed on.

“Sapphire City is looking better every day,” Alicia says, giving me an appreciative nod. “I’m glad the tribe chieftains agreed to let Maur and Kai be in charge. They’re doing one hell of a job.”

“The locals are helping, too,” I reply. “When the Sky Tribe first took over, they made promises of fundamental and drastic changes, but they never did anything. As soon as the people saw our fighters setting their weapons down and picking up hammers and shovels and paint brushes, they understood we’re the real deal.”

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