Page 65 of Caged By the Lich

He chuckles, dark and low. "Oh, I intend to." And with that, he thrusts into my mouth.

I take him in, my lips stretching to accommodate his size. He grips my hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as he begins to move. He fucks my mouth like he owns it, hips pumping as he hits the back of my throat.

"That's it, little rebel," he groans, his head falling back. "Take my cock like a good girl."

I glare up at him, even as I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper. He grunts in approval, his grip on my hair tightening.

"You try to leave me again, and I'll hunt you down," he growls, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "You're mine, Astrid. Mine to fuck. Mine to use. Mine to keep."

He pulls out suddenly, his chest heaving. He spits on my chest, using his cock to spread the saliva over my breasts. The sight of him, kneeling above me, his cock slick with my spit, is obscene. And I fucking love it.

He grips my breasts, pushing them together as he thrusts his cock between them. The sight of him fucking my tits is filthy, his cockhead peeking out with each thrust.

"You like that?" he pants, his eyes locked onto mine. "You like being my little fuck toy?"

I bite my lip, a moan escaping me. I shouldn't like this, shouldn't like being used like this. But god help me, I do. I fucking do.

Olvaar slaps my tits, the sting radiating through me as he fucks them, his enormous cock sliding between them. He looms over me, his pale blue skin flushed with arousal, eyes swirling with gold and purple.

His thumb brushes my lips, a silent command to open. I comply, and he lifts my head, the tip of his erection sliding in and out of my mouth in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Fuck, you feel good," he growls, his gaze locked on the sight of his cock disappearing into my mouth. He pinches my breasts together tighter, the pressure bordering on pain, but I revel in it. I like the way he uses me, the way he takes what he wants from me.

His hips move faster, his breath coming in ragged pants. He doesn't let up, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "You were made for my cock, my pleasure. And I plan to use you just for that."

Abruptly, he pulls back, his cock sliding from my mouth with a pop. He strokes himself, once, twice, and then he's grunting, hot cum shooting across my chest and neck, marking me. He groans out, his eyes locked on the sight of his release decorating my skin.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. "Perfectly filthy for me."

I grin, my fingers tracing through the mess on my skin, smearing it like a perverse painting. I spread my legs wider, a silent invitation. "I want more," I beg, my voice a husky whisper.

Olvaar's eyes flash, the gold in them burning brighter. He shifts, moving between my thighs, his cock still hard and ready. He enters me in one brutal thrust, filling me completely. I gasp, my back arching as pleasure and pain mix in a heady cocktail.

"Oh, you look fucking perfect like this." He grips my hips, pushing them up so he can take me deeper. "Covered in my cum and taking my cock. I think you need to stay like this all the time."

I moan at his words, and he grins, his expression feral. He sets a punishing pace, his hips slapping against mine as he fucks me ruthlessly. His hands roam my body, pinching my nipples, smacking my ass, leaving marks that I'll feel for days.

And I love it. I love the way he’s claiming me, using me, making me his.

"Harder," I demand, my nails digging into his back, urging him on. He complies, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one driving me closer to the edge.

"Come on, little rebel," he growls, his voice a dark command. "Show me how much you like being fucked like this."

His words push me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his release.

As our bodies slow, he pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over me, taking in the sight of me covered in his cum, thoroughly fucked and claimed. His lips curve into a satisfied smirk.

"My perfect little mess," he murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns in the cooling liquid on my skin. "Mine."

We don't get a week. But Olvaar does fuck me all over his room for the next day and a half before Kaz insists he has to come out.

And three days later, he makes me his mate.

I couldn't have asked for more.

30

OLVAAR

---