Lord of the realm

Odessa braced herself against the table, her backside jiggling with every impact. The sensation was intense, her body responding eagerly to his relentless pace.

"Yes!" she cried, her voice breaking as another orgasm washed over her.

Jaenor's pace didn't falter.

He fucked her through it, his own release building once more.

When it finally came, he let out a roar, his seed spilling deep inside her.

They collapsed onto the floor afterward, their bodies tangled together.

Odessa stroked his cheek, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You did well," she murmured. "But we're not finished."

Jaenor got on top of her as he kissed her; he was too aroused today and couldn't stop himself no matter how much he fucked her.

He put his limp dick inside her as he licked her neck and then moved to her breasts. She moved her hand to stroke his lower part of the dick and then cradled his balls.

He was hard again, like it was some kind of trick.

He started moving, fucking her deeper, pumping himself harder and stronger.

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While they were lost in their frenzied, flesh-slapping session, neither Jaenor nor Odessa noticed the door creak open.

A young man, no older than in his twenties, froze in the doorway.

He saw Jaenor on top of Odessa.

His eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and blood rushed to his face until it glowed crimson.

He froze.

For a long heartbeat, his round face went from pale to crimson as his eyes widened at the shameless sight before him.

"By the Nine Seas…!" he muttered under his breath, then turned away, ears glowing red.

"Jaenor!" he barked out suddenly, trying to smother the awkwardness under bravado.

"Meet me at the docks tomorrow!"

And without waiting for an answer, he bolted, his boots pattering down the hall like a thief running from the guard.

Inside, Jaenor and Odessa barely registered his presence. Her moans drowned out all else, nails raking down his back as he drove deeper. The interruption vanished from Jaenor's mind the moment it came, washed away by the heat of Odessa's body.

They weren't even slightly fazed that someone saw them.

-

Hours later, they stumbled into bed, exhausted but sated.

Jaenor fell asleep almost instantly, his arm draped over Odessa's waist.

The next morning, he woke to the sensation of her lips wrapping around his cock once more.

His eyes fluttered open to find her towering over him, her long hair cascading down her shoulders as she took him deep into her throat.

"Morning," she purred between strokes.

Jaenor groaned, his body already responding to her touch. "Odessa…"

"Shh," she replied, climbing atop him and positioning herself over his length.

"Let me ride you now."

She sank down onto him slowly, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

Jaenor's hands found her hips as she began to move, grinding against him with a rhythm that was both steady and demanding. Her breasts bounced with each motion, their fullness mesmerizing him.

"You like this?" she asked, her voice teasing.

He could only nod, his words lost in the haze of pleasure. Odessa laughed softly, leaning down to kiss him as she continued to ride him.

Jaenor's hands tightened on Odessa's hips as she rolled her body against his, each movement sending a surge of heat through him. Her skin was slick with sweat, the warmth of her body pressing against his own as she leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth, teasing and demanding, while her hips moved with a relentless rhythm that left him gasping.

Odessa pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a smirk as she watched him. "You feel so good inside me," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "But I want more."

She shifted her weight, lifting herself up until only the tip of him remained within her. Jaenor groaned at the loss, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to pull her back down. But Odessa resisted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet," she whispered.

Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto him again, inch by agonizing inch. Her walls clenched around him, tight and hot, and Jaenor's breath caught in his throat. She paused when he was fully sheathed within her, her body trembling with the effort of staying still. "Do you like feeling me all around you?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

"Yes," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good." Odessa's smirk widened, and then she began to move again, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate motion that drove him insane. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his cock throbbing with need as she took him deeper and deeper.

She raised her huge ass and slammed against his crotch, taking his cock in and out; the sound of ass slapping against his thighs created an erotic symphony that echoed through the room. Odessa's movements were hypnotic, and he found himself completely lost in the sensation of her body against his.

Her body was covered in sweat, and her massive ass glistened, and it was so enticing that he couldn't resist grabbing onto her hips, guiding her movements as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

Her hands moved to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them as she rode him. Her nipples were hard peaks, tempting him to reach out and touch them.

But Odessa shook her head, her gaze locking with his.

"Not yet," she said again, her voice firm.

Instead, she leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain as she kissed him again. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, tangling with his as she continued to grind against him.

Her movements grew more urgent, her body slamming down onto his with increasing force.

Jaenor's hands moved to her backside, gripping the soft flesh of her ass as he helped her move. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a symphony of flesh against flesh that only heightened the intensity of their coupling. Odessa's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice ragged and desperate.

Jaenor obeyed, thrusting up into her with all the strength he could muster. His cock hit a spot deep inside her that made her cry out, her body arching as pleasure surged through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks as she held on for dear life.

The room seemed to spin around them, the air thick with the scent of their passion.

Odessa's movements became erratic, her body shuddering as she teetered on the brink of release. Jaenor could feel her tightening around him, her walls clutching at him like a vise.

"Come for me," he urged, his voice hoarse and strained.

Odessa's eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping her lips as she finally let go. Her body convulsed around him, her climax crashing over her in waves of pure ecstasy. Jaenor felt himself being pulled over the edge with her, his own release surging through him as he spilled himself deep within her.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still joined as they rode out the last remnants of their pleasure. Odessa's chest heaved with each breath, her skin glistening with sweat as she slowly came back to herself. She leaned down to kiss him again, this time soft and tender.

"You did well," she murmured against his lips.

"Enough for me to last until I come back."

Jaenor's hands lingered on her hips, holding her close as he looked up at her, eyes hazy from the afterglow of their wild entanglement.

For a moment, her words didn't even register. He was still caught in the warmth of her breath, the taste of her lips, and the faint sting of her nails on his skin.

"What?" he asked finally, blinking.

Odessa leaned down, brushing a lock of black hair from his forehead, her eyes deep with something unspoken. "The Origin Stone. I'll go search for it. Don't worry… I'll be back before long."

Before he could argue, she pressed her lips against his in a slow, deliberate kiss, her tongue teasing his one last time as if sealing a promise.

She pressed her tongue on his lips, running over them.

When she pulled back, her voice dropped lower. "Stay in the house, Jaenor. Be careful. There are eyes in this city that would not forgive what you did."

Then she stood, her garments falling back over her skin in a light motion.

She didn't bother to fasten them all the way—her bare back glistened faintly in the morning light. Jaenor's gaze was helplessly drawn downward as she walked away, her hips swaying with a natural rhythm that mocked his restraint.

At the door, she glanced back over her shoulder and sent him a playful, exaggerated kiss with her hand before vanishing into the hall.