Lust surges through my veins like wildfire as Sirre's eyes lock on mine, emerald depths ablaze with hunger that mirrors my own. Agof sits slumped against the wall, his face a portrait of humiliation and disbelief as he watches my wife dismiss him completely.
"Come here," Sirre purrs, her voice liquid velvet that wraps around my senses.
She grabs my arm with surprising strength, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me toward the bed. I stumble slightly, my bad leg protesting the sudden movement, but the pain is distant, irrelevant compared to the need coursing through me.
With one fluid motion, Sirre pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside. The garment lands in a silken puddle on the floor, forgotten instantly. Her naked body glows in the candlelight, all creamy skin and lush curves that make my mouth go dry.
She falls backward onto the mattress, auburn hair fanning out around her head like a fiery halo. Her legs part in invitation, knees bent and thighs spread to reveal her glistening center. Despite Agof's pathetic attempt at pleasure, she's dripping wet, for me, only for me.
I'm ravenous. The sight of her laid out before me, combined with the voyeuristic thrill of knowing Agof watches from the floor, unleashes something primal within me. I tear at my clothes, fingers fumbling with buttons and ties in my haste to be skin-to-skin with my wife.
"Show him," Sirre whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Show him what a real man does to his woman."
My shirt joins her dress on the floor, followed quickly by my trousers. I stand naked before them both, my cock jutting proudly from my body, harder than I can ever remember being. Agof makes a small, choking sound as he takes in my size, comparing it to his own inadequate equipment.
"Look at him," Sirre taunts, her eyes never leaving mine as she addresses Agof. "This is what I get every night. This is why I'll never be yours."
I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her like a predator about to devour its prey. My hands bracket her head as I lower myself, claiming her mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue and desperate need. She moans into my mouth, her body arching up to meet mine, breasts pressing against my chest.
Her nails rake my back, leaving stinging trails as she pulls me down, forcing every inch of my length against her slick entrance. The head of my cock catches on her heat, and I can't help but pause, savoring the moment. The room is silent but for the sound of our ragged breathing and Agof's pathetic whimpers from the floor.
"Do it," Sirre hisses, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Fill me, Orth. Ruin me for anyone else."
I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one savage motion. Sirre screams, the sound half ecstasy, half animalistic rage. Her pussy clamps down around me, milking me with a ferocity that borders on painful. I set a brutal rhythm, slamming into her over and over, the wet slap of our bodies echoing off the walls.
Sirre's fingers find my scalp, tangling in my hair as she yanks my head back to expose my throat. Her teeth sink into my neck, biting hard enough to draw blood. The pain is exquisite, heightening every sensation, sharpening my focus until all I can see, taste, smell is her.
I fuck her like I'm trying to break the bed, hips pistoning with reckless abandon. She meets every thrust with equal force, her nails digging crescent moons into my ass as she urges me deeper, harder. Our bodies move in perfect sync, a savage dance of flesh and hunger.
"Look at him, Agof," Sirre snarls, her breath hot against my ear as she locks eyes with the broken knight on the floor. "Look at how a real man takes his wife. This is what you'll never have."
I spare a glance at Agof. Tears track down his cheeks, his ruined cock still limp and leaking in his lap. He can't look away, mesmerized by the sight of my cock battering his one-time fantasy into oblivion.
Sirre's legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my back as she pulls me even closer. Her pussy spasms, the first tremors of orgasm rippling through her.
She throws her head back and shrieks, "ORTH!" The sound ricochets off the walls, primal and victorious, and I feel her walls clamp down, impossibly tight, tugging my cock for everything I'm worth. I lose it. I roar, the heat in my balls surging up my spine and exploding through me in a white-hot flood. I bury myself to the hilt and unload, shooting thick, desperate spurts of cum deep into her spasming cunt. I can hear the wet fullness as each pulse forces more of me inside her.
Sirre's arms and legs lock around me, holding me in place as she rides the aftershocks, her body writhing under mine, sweat slick between us. I can feel every tremor, every spasm of her orgasm rippling along my cock, draining me dry.
She shudders, nails raking my back so hard I feel blood bead up, and then she collapses, panting and spent, with me still buried deep inside her. I sag onto her, my body shaking, vision swimming with afterglow.
There's a long, raw silence. My cock twitches, still hard inside her, as we catch our breath. I look up and see Agof, eyes red, lips trembling, still watching, unable to look away from the sight of Sirre's pussy stretched and leaking my seed around my shaft.
Sirre's eyes flick toward Agof, her expression shifting from post-orgasmic bliss to cold dismissal in an instant.
"Alright, Agof," she announces, voice dripping with finality. "We're done with you. Leave."
Agof's mouth falls open, eyes wide with disbelief. "What? But I paid for…"
"I said leave," Sirre cuts him off, not bothering to cover her nakedness as she slides one hand up to cradle my head. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I feel a sudden rush of arcane energy pulsing from her palm into my skull.
The sensation races down my spine like liquid lightning. I gasp sharply as my half-softened cock, still buried inside her, instantly swells to painful hardness. The magic burns through me, my length throbbing with unnatural vigor as it stretches Sirre's already well-fucked pussy.
"Goodbye, Agof," Sirre purrs, her eyes never leaving mine as the spell takes hold.
I watch through pleasure-hazed vision as Agof stumbles to his feet, his face a mask of utter defeat.
The moment the door closes behind him, Sirre's thighs tighten around me. With strength that belies her slender frame, she flips our positions in one fluid motion. Suddenly I'm on my back, and she's straddling me, my enchanted cock still buried to the hilt inside her.
"Now it's my turn," she says, her voice husky as she plants her palms on my chest. Her auburn hair falls around us like a curtain as she leans forward, emerald eyes glittering with wicked intent.
She begins to move, her hips rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each downward thrust sends wet, obscene sounds echoing through the room—the evidence of my previous release squelching around my magically hardened shaft.
"So," Sirre asks, her lips curving into a smile that's equal parts beautiful and terrifying, "how was it having your wife get double penetrated?" She laughs, the sound low and throaty as she grinds herself against me. "It was probably disappointing, wasn't it? Agof was such an awful choice."
I groan as she clenches deliberately around me, her inner walls rippling with practiced control. "He barely filled me," she continues, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Couldn't even reach my depths. Pathetic little thing, wasn't it?"
She rides me like a woman possessed, like a queen staking her claim on my body and soul. Her thighs flex and quiver against my hips, the slick heat of her pussy swallowing every inch of me over and over. Each time she bottoms out, her ass slaps wetly against my thighs, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
Sirre throws her head back, hair cascading down her back in a wild tangle, her breasts bouncing with each furious thrust. Her nipples are flushed and hard, begging for my mouth, so I lean up and take one between my lips, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. She rewards me by slamming down even harder, grinding her clit against the base of my shaft.
"Gods, Orth, I can't get enough of you," she pants, voice ragged with need. "You're so much bigger, so much better than that little worm. I could live with you inside me forever."
I'm barely holding on. The magic she pumped into me is raw and violent, every nerve ending in my cock set ablaze. I can feel her cunt fluttering around me, already close to another orgasm. I brace my hands on her hips, digging my fingers into the soft flesh as I try to match her pace, but she's in total control, riding me like she wants to break me.
She leans in, her mouth hot against my ear. "You liked watching me, didn't you?" she whispers, breathless and wicked. "Liked seeing another man try to fuck your wife, knowing he could never satisfy me? Did it make you hard, my love, knowing I'd always come crawling back to you?"
I moan, unable to answer, so she laughs and tightens her grip on my chest, nails scraping my skin.
She rides me harder, her words and her body stripping me down to raw need. I can barely form a thought, every time I try, Sirre's cunt squeezes around my cock and resets my brain to zero. She's not just fucking me. She's breaking and remaking me with every bounce, every grind. The arcane energy she pumped into my body is white-hot and relentless, keeping me hard, hypersensitive, and desperate for release. I feel myself teetering on the edge, and Sirre knows it. She can feel it in my hips, hear it in my voice, see it in my eyes.
She slows, leans down close, her lips brushing my ear as her hair falls in a fragrant curtain around us. "Tell me what you want, Orth," she whispers, voice low and dangerous. "What's your dirtiest dream? What's the thing you want most in the world?" She rolls her hips, making me groan. "Tell me, and I'll make it happen."
I try to answer, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp. I want to tell her I want to watch her with other men, real men, not a loser like Agof. I want to see her get absolutely ruined, stretched and filled and used. All her holes filled as she begs for more until finally crawling back to me to show me the mess inside her. I want to see her dripping with other mens seed, overflowing, then watch her take me in as I reclaim her fully. I want to be humiliated and worshipped, degraded and adored, all at once.
But the words stick in my throat. I can't say it, not out loud. Not yet.
Sirre's voice drops to a conspiratorial purr, the words pouring into my ear like molten honey. "Do you want to watch another man finish inside me?" she asks, her hips rolling so obscenely that my breath stutters. "Do you want to see me take all of him, and then come back to you still dripping with his cum, begging for yours to fill me up after?"
The image detonates in my mind, a kaleidoscope of depravity and longing. I picture my wife, ravaged by some faceless brute, her thighs slick with someone else's seed as she comes home to me, eyes wild and needy. I imagine myself between her legs, pumping into the mess, not caring who sees, just desperate to claim her, mark her as mine again.
The thought is so overwhelming I lose all grip on reality. My hips buck helplessly, driving into her with frantic, erratic thrusts. Sirre feels the shift and laughs, a delighted, cruel sound that vibrates through her whole body.
"Oh, Orth," she gasps, clenching down on me with the iron grip of a woman who knows exactly what she does to her husband. "You want it so bad. You want me to forget your name while I'm cumming on another man's cock, don't you?"
I try to form words, but all that comes out is a desperate, guttural moan. My body betrays me, a white-hot explosion tearing through my core as I unload inside her with a force that borders on violence. It's not just one orgasm, it's a tidal wave of shame and ecstasy and relief.
Sirre arches back, her entire body shaking as she milks me for every last drop. She bares her teeth in a savage grin, and then, as the final pulse wrings out of me, she collapses on my chest, her breath coming in wild, staccato gasps.
For a long moment, we stay like that, bodies glued together by sweat and cum and something older, deeper, than either of us can name.
When Sirre finally lifts her head, her eyes are bright with triumph. "Oh my gods, Orth," she says, her tone dripping with mock innocence, "you really do want it. You want to see leaking, don't you?"
I try to speak, but my lungs are still catching up to my heart. I manage a weak, "I don't know, Sirre. I… I don't know if I'm ready for that." My face burns, the admission hanging between us like a challenge.
Sirre laughs and hugs me tight, her loving entrance still squelching around my softening cock, trapping my release deep inside her. "That's okay, my sweet love," she murmurs, nuzzling into my neck. "We're not in any hurry."