NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

When her hips began to rock more urgently against his face, he held her steady and focused on her clit, sucking in a steady rhythm while two fingers slid back inside her to stroke the same soft, yielding place that made her thighs shake.

The dual sensation, warm mouth and curling fingers, pulled a longer cry from her throat.

Kane kept the pressure exact, never rushing, letting the pleasure build in slow waves until her body finally tightened and released.

Her orgasm washed through her in trembling pulses, pussy fluttering around his fingers, fresh wetness spilling onto his tongue.

He licked her through every wave, gentling only when the last shudders eased, cleaning her soft folds with careful strokes until she was limp and open beneath him.

Only then did Kane lift his head. His mouth and chin were slick with her juices. He kissed the soft inside of one thigh, then the other, before rising back up her body.

Kane sat back on his heels long enough to free himself from his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already glistening.

He stroked himself once, spreading the wetness from her body along his length, then leaned forward again.

He guided the blunt head to her entrance. The first press was careful, only the tip, giving her time to feel the stretch.

Misha’s hands returned to his shoulders. Her golden eyes stayed open, watching him.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Take me."

Kane’s answer was the slow drag of his cock against her.

He took the throbbing length in one hand and laid the thick head against the slick heat of her pussy.

The blunt tip was already wet from her earlier release, and he rubbed it up through the open folds in a deliberate stroke. The broad head parted her, sliding over the swollen bud of her clit, then lower again, pressing against the tight entrance without entering.

Misha felt every inch of the girth as he dragged it back and forth, how wide it was, how it pulsed against her, how the heat of it seemed to sink into her skin.

He did it again, slower, letting the full weight of the shaft rest against her for a moment so she could feel the length that would follow.

"Feel that," he said, voice low.

"All of it."

Misha’s breath stuttered.

Her golden eyes stayed locked on his face as the thick head nudged her open and retreated, then returned, painting her with the wetness that still coated both of them.

The pure taste of her still lingered on his tongue from when he had eaten her out, clean, almost sweet, the unmistakable flavor of a body that had never been taken this way before.

First time.

The knowledge sat heavy in his chest even as his cock throbbed harder against her.

He lined up properly.

The broad tip pressed to her entrance and stayed there, applying steady pressure.

Misha’s hands tightened on his shoulders.

"Ah—"

The sound left her as the head began to breach.

Kane pushed forward in the smallest increments, feeling the resistance of untried muscle.

She was tight, very tight.

The ring of her body stretched around the head with a slow, burning give, and the heat that closed over him was almost too much.

He stopped when only the flared crown was inside, letting her feel the stretch without forcing more.

"Nn... Kane—"

"...Breathe."

He held still, the throbbing of his cock unmistakable inside that first tight clutch. Her walls fluttered in response to the intrusion, trying to adjust.

When her breathing evened, he pressed deeper, another inch, then another.

The stretch was continuous, relentless. Misha’s mouth opened on a longer sound—

"Ahhh—"

—as more of the shaft sank into her. Kane watched every flicker across her face, every tightening of her fingers. He did not rush.

The unused heat of her gripped him like a fist, and the effort of holding back made his arms shake.

He withdrew the small distance he had gained, then pushed forward again, working himself deeper in careful strokes that let her body open around the invasion.

Halfway.

The wet sound of her arousal mixed with the low, broken noises leaving her throat. Kane’s forehead dropped to hers. His red hair brushed her cheek.

"Still with me?"

"Yes—ah—yes—"

He gave her the rest in one long, controlled slide.

The final inches stretched her wider than anything before. Misha’s back arched, a sharp cry tearing free as the full, throbbing length buried itself to the root.

Kane stayed there, fully seated, the heavy pulse of his cock beating against her deepest walls.

The tightness was extreme, silken, clenching, almost painful in its perfection. He could feel every tremor that ran through her.

"Oh—oh gods—"

He waited until the first sharp tension eased.

Only then did he begin to move.

The first withdrawal dragged the thick ridge of his cock along her inner walls, and the slow return filled her again with that same overwhelming stretch. Misha’s moans came in short, helpless bursts—

"Ah... nn... ahh—"

—each one timed to the careful thrust.

Kane kept the rhythm measured, deep, the full length of him working in and out of the tight heat.

The wet sounds grew louder. Her body clung to every inch, reluctant to let him leave, greedy when he returned.

He shifted the angle slightly, tilting his hips so the heavy head rubbed firmly against the front wall with every stroke.

The change pulled a higher sound from her throat.

"There—ah—there—"

Kane stayed on that angle.

The careful pace never faltered.

Sweat began to gather at the small of his back. His cock throbbed harder inside the pure, unused grip of her, the need to spill already clawing at him, but he held.

He wanted her first climax from this to come before his own.

It built in waves.

Misha’s thighs tightened around his hips. Her nails scored light lines down his back.

The sounds leaving her mouth turned continuous, broken only by gasps when he bottomed out.

"Kane—I’m—ahhh—"

Her orgasm hit hard.

The already tight channel clamped down in rhythmic pulses, milking the thick shaft buried inside her.

Fresh wetness flooded around him.

Kane groaned through gritted teeth and kept thrusting through it, drawing the climax out until her body went pliant beneath him.

He did not stop.