Page 15 of His to Break
“So fucking good, by the gods,” I moan, my hips bucking up to meet her thrusts.
I slap her ass, the sound of skin on skin cracking through the air like thunder. She cries out in pleasure, her inner walls clamping down around me even tighter, and I grip her hips,holding her in place as I drive into her with all the strength I possess.
I can feel her strength surging with every touch, every kiss, every moan—it’s alluring and unsettling all at once. She’s becoming too powerful, and part of me wonders if I’ve created a monster that I won’t be able to control.
But those thoughts are pushed aside as the pressure builds at the base of my spine, the telltale sign that I’m about to come. Kara feels it too, her movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate as she chases her own climax.
With a final, powerful thrust, we tumble over the edge together, our cries of ecstasy mingling in the air as wave after wave of pleasure washes over us. Her body convulses around me, milking every last drop from my cock as I fill her with my seed.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal and the haze of lust begins to clear, I can’t help but marvel at the woman in my arms. She’s come so far from the timid, broken slave I first met—and while a part of me fears what her growing power might mean for our future, another part of me can’t wait to see just how far she’ll go.
13
KARA
Iwake to sunlight spilling through the cracks in the stone walls, casting patterns across the floor. My body hums with energy, a vibrant pulse coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending. I swing my legs over the edge of the cot and rise, glancing at myself in the cracked mirror hanging on the wall.
My reflection startles me. My skin glows with an ethereal radiance, almost like it’s been kissed by shadows and light alike. Muscles ripple beneath my skin, taut and strong from a lifetime of labor now augmented by something deeper. I don’t just see a slave; I see a warrior, a force waiting to be unleashed.
I turn to Azrael, still asleep beside me, his powerful form sprawled out under the blankets. The sight of him stirs something fierce within me—desire mixed with a burning ambition that has only grown since last night.
He stirs slightly, eyes fluttering open as he senses my gaze on him. The moment our eyes meet, a spark ignites between us.
“Morning,” he rumbles, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep.
“Morning.” My voice is steady and firm as I continue, “I want more than just escape.”
Azrael sits up slowly, his expression shifting from drowsy curiosity to full attention.
“I want to destroy them,” I declare. “All of them.” The words feel like thunder in my chest, powerful and unwavering.
His brow arches slightly. “You’re not afraid?”
“Fear has no place in me anymore.” I can feel it—an unshakeable conviction solidifying within my core. “They’ve kept us in chains long enough. It’s time for retribution.”
Azrael rises fully now, intrigue lighting his features. “You understand what you’re asking for? This isn’t just about freedom; this is war.”
“Yes,” I say, a smile creeping onto my lips at the thought of it all—the bloodshed and chaos that will come when we unleash ourselves upon them. “And I want to lead it.”
He studies me for a moment, as if assessing whether this newfound strength is genuine or merely a fleeting rush of adrenaline. Then he nods slowly.
“I’ll support you,” he replies finally, his voice low but filled with promise. “But we need to strategize carefully.”
“Then let’s do it.” Excitement bubbles within me as we begin plotting our revenge against those who have wronged us—who have reduced us to mere tools for their gain.
The world feels different now—a battleground ripe for conquest—and I’m ready to claim my power and my destiny alongside Azrael.
I stand in the shadows of the mine, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fear. Flickering torches cast a dim light, illuminating a small group of humans huddled together, their eyes darting around like scared rodents. They shift uneasily, listening for any sign of dark elves lurking in the corners.
I clear my throat, steadying myself. My voice cuts through the tension, calm yet commanding. “We can fight back.” I letthe words hang in the air, my eyes gleaming with intensity. “We don’t have to live like this anymore.”
Their gazes snap to me, a mix of fright and awe etched on their faces. I sense the power swelling within me, intoxicating and potent. This is my moment to awaken them—to ignite that flicker of rebellion buried deep inside each one.
“You’ve seen what we’re capable of,” I continue, letting my words flow smoothly, wrapping around them like silk. “You’ve witnessed our suffering at the hands of those who see us as nothing more than animals.” My voice dips lower as I let my gaze linger on each one. I smile slightly, a wicked glint sparking in my eyes. The magic surges beneath my skin, ready to pull them in closer.
One man steps forward cautiously, his body trembling but determination etched on his face. He drops to one knee before me, bowing his head slightly as he speaks with reverence. “I’m willing to lay down my life for you… for this cause.” His voice shakes but there’s a fire behind it—desire mingled with devotion.
I smirk at his submission, relishing the way they respond to me—how easily they fall under my influence.
