Page 11 of Taken By the Barbarian King

I growl and close the distance between us. I've held back long enough. There's only so much a man can take before he bursts, and I'll be damned if it's not inside her, with my name trapped between her lips.

The Thing barks at the sudden move but Alexandra pushes it off the bed and it continues to give a peculiar soundtrack to our kiss but from a safe distance.

I reacquaint my tongue with hers, her taste sweet and saccharine and perfumed. She feels alien in my arms but tastes perfectly like home.

I lower her back down and climb on top of her, careful not to crush her under my significant weight. A quick tug at the ties at my hip and my cloth falls away, releasing my cock from its confines. It teases at her entrance and she quivers a moan in my mouth that only sends me deeper off the edge than I already am.

How can she make me feel like this so easily, so effortlessly, as if we were born to be, made for each other, destined for our paths to cross?

I support myself on one hand and use the other one to trace her body, over every inch of skin until my fingers find solace in her soaking pussy. She flinches with each digit that runs across her folds and I swallow each and every moan like it's the only sustenance I need.

My hair gets a mind of its own trailing down to her chest, wrapping around her breasts like ropes while other strands flick over her hard nipples eliciting more delicate, effervescent sounds from my princess.

Her legs tighten around my exploring hand, trapping me to her, and I tease her entrance with a tip. She opens her eyes and the way she breathes ragged and desperate is all the invitation I need to push my finger inside her. She arches, throwing her head back and biting her lip in an effort to quieten her pleasure. I place my thumb over her clitoris and massage it gently at first, then the more fingers I add inside her, the harder I press.

"Pl-please, Thund… Thundar! You're torturing me."

I pause and slide out of her.

"Am… am I hurting you?" I rest my wet hand on her thigh and I see the goosebumps that form all over her body as a result.

"Hurting? What are you talking about? Don't stop now. God, I’m so close!" She reaches for my cock, wrapping her fingers around my length. “Fuck, you’re leaking.”

"So… you want this?" I ask in a strangled voice. I want to be sure my translator isn't malfunctioning again.

"No, I don’t want. I need. I need you inside me. Now."

She guides me to her pussy and we both gasp on impact.

Her pussy pulses as I press against her and drive myself inside inch by inch, breath by breath. She's small. Tiny for my people. I have to be careful. I don't want to break her. No, I want to take her apart and put her back together with every fiber of my being.

"Oh God, Thundar. You're so… big." I catch her breathlessness in me and claim her mouth with the same softness I claim her pussy.

Intoxicating sounds rise from her core as I push myself as deep as I can. We're both so wet and needy. Sliding in and out of her is easy. It's her tightness that drives me to the edge. The way she clenches around my dick with every thrust, aided by her legs around my hips pressing me closer to her, giving me no chance of a reprieve, just more pain and pleasure in equal parts.

We fall into a rhythm, a dance that feels as natural to me as taking down a rhinneet on the plains of Okan. I'm so close to coming undone, it takes everything I have not to let go. Because I want to savor her, I want to be inside her, I want to feel her for as long as possible.

"Don't stop. Don't stop now, my big strong barbarian."

I can't help but growl in her mouth. My hair wraps around her wrists and pin them over her head and I use my hand to cup her breast. It's so soft and pliable under my big palm I can't resist. I wander down to her and bite her hard tight nipple, lick the skin around it, kiss the cleft between her tits, smell the oils and fruit juices she's covered in like she's the delicacy before claiming her other breast the same way.

Her soft gasps turn steady, like a series of explosions that burst through her and threaten to make me spill. How much more can a man take? Not much because my orgasm claws at the pit of my stomach and it's only a matter of time before I come undone inside her.

Well, if I'm going down, I'm not going down alone.

I move my hand down to her pussy and flick her clit in a hard erratic manner. She comes, crying out and arching her back. I close my eyes, feeling her against me, her nipple in my mouth, her hands trapped under my hair, her clit pulsing under my thumb, her pussy clenching around my cock.

My balls tighten and my whole body jerks as I spill inside her. She catches her breath and even though the post-orgasmic fatigue spreads through me, I keep going. I keep massaging her, plying her until she squirms under me.

I free her breasts so I can kiss her again, so I can taste her once more. She kisses me back, her face relaxing under my gaze and the sweat making her skin glisten like a star.

"My princess," I murmur against her mouth.

She cups the side of my face and tries to open her eyes.

"My… my god," she pants.

I smile at her and kiss her cheeks. Then her neck. Her collarbone. Her breasts. As I move further down on her, I slide out of her and when I trap my cum coming out of her pussy with my tongue, she whimpers and clamps my head with her legs as if she wants me to keep going. As if she doesn't ever want me to stop and the truth is...

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