Page 48 of Caged By the Lich

His eyes lock onto mine, the gray swirling with bolts of gold and streams of purple. "I love molding this pussy to me," he growls, pressing a hand on my stomach, making it even tighter.

I whimper, the sound caught in my throat as he slaps my breast, the sting making me clench around him. "This tight body is mine to use however I want," he tells me, grinding his hips against mine and I bite down on my lip to keep in another cry. "And you're going to take it."

He starts to move, slowly, brutally fucking me. Each thrust is a claim, a punishment, a promise. He tweaks my nipples, slaps my breasts, his eyes never leaving mine. Every bit of pain only heightens my pleasure, and he seems to know it, reddening my skin and heating me up. I'm a moaning, writhing mess beneath him, my body on fire, my mind consumed by him.

"Please," I beg, my voice a breathless plea. "Please, let me come."

His hand wraps around my throat, his grip tightening as he leans down, his breath hot on my face. "Make me come, little rebel," he growls. "Make me come, and then you can." His grip tightens, his thrusts become ruthless, and I can barely breathe, barely think.

I'm so close, my body taut as a bowstring, my release just out of reach. He's using me, fucking me, owning me, and I love it. I love every brutal, punishing second of it. And when he finally lets go, when he finally spills into me, I shatter completely.

My orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing around him as he grips my throat, his eyes locked onto mine. And just when black starts to dot my vision, his hand slackens, the air rushing back in rips another scream from me.

I'm floating, pure euphoria blanketing my senses as he pushes me higher. My orgasm ripples and spreads, wringingpleasure from my body as I suck in air and feel his hand between my legs. I think tears are spilling down my cheeks, but I can't tell.

I'm not sure how long it takes for me to finally come down, but when I do, Olvaar is kissing my skin, still buried deep in me. I reach up, pushing a hand through his hair as his lips soothe the sting across my chest.

"I have never-" Another kiss. "Felt anything as incredible-" A press of his lips. "As you coming on my cock."

I clench at the words, and he chuckles against me. "I don't think you have to worry about me regretting it," I rasp out, my throat sore. But in a good way.

He looks up at me, his eyes fully purple. "No?"

I shake my head, my eyelids drooping. "I'll let you do that any time." He slowly slides out of me, and I whimper. My eyes fall all the way closed, and I start to feel my muscles go limp. "So good."

I think Olvaar picks me up, but I'm too happy, too sated, too tired to notice. I cling to him, to his scent, as darkness sweeps in to claim me.

And I realize I've never felt like I belonged anywhere more.

22

OLVAAR

Iwake with Astrid cradled in my arms, her warmth pressing against my skin like a brand. I didn't expect this—the way she responded to my touch, the fierceness of our connection. I'm not just hungry for her; I'm fucking addicted.

My lips find her neck, tracing kisses down her shoulder. She stirs with a soft moan, her eyes fluttering open. "I need to shower," she murmurs, her voice still laced with sleep.

"Allow me," I say, sweeping her into my arms. Magic surges through me, turning on the shower and heating the water. I set her down gently, placing her hands against the wall.

She arches slightly as I move behind her, one hand wrapping around her throat, the other splayed across her stomach as I push deep into her. My strokes are slow and deep as I take my time, savoring every inch of her as I stretch her wide. She's going to feel me for so long, and I'll keep burying myself into her to make sure she never stops feeling it.

Her moans echo around us, driving me wild. Each thrust feels like a revelation, a claim I can't deny. I never want this to end.

Astrid's head falls back against my shoulder, and I bring my lips to her ear. "Your little pussy takes me so fucking well." She clenches around me and I tighten my hold on her throat. "Do you want your reward for being so damn good?"

"Yes," she moans out, pushing her hips back on me.

I tighten my grip on her, increasing my speed. "Come for me. I want you to fucking grip my cock and force me to spill inside of you."

It doesn't take but a few more thrusts before she does just that, and feeling her pulse around me is the closest I have ever felt to being near a goddess. It is fucking divine having her clenched around me, drawing out my orgasm as I fill her up. And I thrust into her a few extra times, driving my cum in deep.

I'm a possessive bastard after all, and I don't even like the thought of me dripping out.

When we finally come down from her climax, I hold her close, feeling her pulse race against my hand. I turn her to face me, water cascading over both of us as I wash her, my touch gentle yet possessive.

Wrapping her in a towel, I help her out of the shower and dress her in one of my tunics. She looks up at me, her eyes bright. They look almost all golden, like I'm sure mine did. The color gives away the desire I've always felt for her.

"I should probably go to my room," she says softly, a small grin playing on her lips and I reach up, dragging my thumb along her bottom lip. "Put on my own clothes."

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