Isadora's POV
Warning: The following scene is meant for adult readers only. It contains very detailed and intense moments that some might find uncomfortable. Read at your own risk.
The door opened with a slow, heavy creak. The keeper didn't say a word to me; he just gave a slow nod when I dropped the heavy gold coins into his palm.
He led me upstairs to a room lit by the flickering orange glow of oil lamps. The bed was massive, covered in silk sheets that felt like ice against my shaking, sweaty hands.
The air was thick and heavy with the smell of sweet, herbal smoke. Just breathing it in made my heart bang against my ribs like a trapped animal. I could already feel my pussy start to throb and drip, the wetness soaking into my skin.
I paced the floor like a caged beast until he finally walked in.
He was an older guy. His face was lined with marks from years of fucking, and his body was hard, covered in jagged scars from old battles.
He didn't look at me like I was a lady or someone to be respected; he saw me as a trade. Gold for flesh. Perfect. I didn't want a name. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted a thick, paid cock to drown out my brain and stop me from thinking about Rhydor.
"Strip," I snapped. My voice was sharp and mean, sounding like a slap in the quiet room.
He didn't hesitate for a second. His tunics hit the floor in a heap, showing off a strong, scarred body. His eyes ate up my curves, looking hungry but totally empty of any love.
I took my time. I untied the silk stays of my dress and let it slide off my shoulders, down my arms, until it pooled at my feet. I stood there completely naked, my skin buzzing with a nervous heat. My tits felt heavy, and my nipples were rock hard from the cool air, or maybe just from the horny ache between my legs.
I stepped up and shoved him onto the bed. He lay back with a deep grunt, his cock twitching and getting thick as I climbed on top of him.
This first fuck was going to be on my rules. I straddled him tight, my knees digging into the furs on the bed. His hot cock pressed against my inner thighs, leaking sticky, salty pre-cum on my skin.
"Mmm..." I ground my weight down slowly, letting his thick shaft slide between my wet pussy lips. I was teasing myself, making my clit pulse with every lazy move. He reached up to grab my hips, but I slammed his hands back down.
"Ah... fu...ck. No," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I say when you touch me, you hear me? Ungh..."
He let out a deep, gravelly groan as his hips jerked up, hungry for the rest. I leaned in, my tits dragging across his chest, my hard nipples scraping his skin. I circled my hips, building a fire in my core that I thought might actually burn me alive.
I grabbed his fat cock and stroked it, feeling the heat throb in my fist. I couldn't wait another second. I lifted my hips, lined his thick cock up with my soaked hole, and then sank down, inch by fat inch.
"Oh... Goddess... haaa..."
He stretched my pussy wide, filling me up until he was balls deep. I let out a long, ragged moan and finally released his hands. "Fu… ck! Argh…! Fuck!"
I rocked softly at first, my clit grinding hard against his base. His breath got ragged and loud.
Huff, huff.
His hands were free now, and he used them to squeeze my thighs so hard they'd surely leave marks tomorrow. But I owned the speed. I went up slowly and came down deeper, loving the way his size stretched every single wall inside me.
Sweat started to drip between us, making our skin slick and noisy… slap, squelch… as we rubbed together. I arched my back and let him watch my tits bounce heavy with every grind.
My pussy gripped him tight, my juices running down his dick. I went faster, my breath coming in short gasps as I chased that big edge.
"Fuck yes... so deep... fuck..." I whispered, my voice sounding dirty and unrecognizable.
He bucked up wild, slamming hard into my cervix. I broke first. A huge, messy orgasm crashed over me. I screamed as my pussy clenched him like a fist, milking him for every drop. He roared… an animal sound… and pumped thick, hot cum deep inside me, flooding my womb.
I caught my breath, my whole body shaking and covered in sweat. But the pussy-hunger was still there. It wasn't over. Not even close.
"Again," I whispered, my voice thick and rough. "Do it again."
Now it was his turn to fuck me. He flipped me over easily, his big hands pinning me down. I was on my back, my legs spread wide like a slut. My pussy was wide open, and I could feel his cum leaking out of me, creamy and hot.
He hovered over me, his eyes black with lust. He traced a finger down my neck and then pinched my nipple until it throbbed with a sharp pain.
"Ah! Ungh... Yes..."
His mouth took over next. He sucked my tit deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nipple until it was soaking wet. He moved down my belly, his tongue flicking into my navel before moving lower. He pushed my knees up to my chest, opening me up completely.
The heat of his breath on my dripping pussy made me squirm and whimper. His tongue dove deep, lapping up our mixed cum, slurping loudly in the quiet room. It was filthy, and I loved it.
He circled my clit endlessly, sucking hard and then soft. He shoved two thick fingers inside me, then three, pumping my gush out of me… squish, squish… until the sheets were soaked.
I gripped the silk sheets, my hips bucking wild. Eat me, fuck me, I begged silently. He built the torture slowly, making my clit swell until I thought I'd scream my lungs out.
When my legs finally started to shake, he rose up. His cock was rock hard again, the veins fat and pulsing. He pushed in super slow, inch by inch, his eyes locked on mine. He filled me deeper than before, the friction making me moan out loud.
"Ohhh, fuck!"
Every thrust was a lazy tease… pulling out to the tip, then sliding back in balls deep. He mauled my tits, squeezing them roughly and pinching my nipples until I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, my nails raking his back until I felt the warm smear of blood.
The speed crept up. Harder strokes hit my spot every single time. The room was filled with the sound of wet slaps and my own ragged, dirty gasps.
"Fuck... Rhydor... no..." I choked on the name, but the man on top of me didn't care.
The heat spun wild. We were a slick, sweaty mess. He ramped up hard at the end, giving me long, deep rams that shook my entire frame. I exploded, screaming into the empty air, my pussy pulsing wildly around him as I squirted all over his abs. He buried himself to the root, groaned like an animal, and shot more thick cum ropes into me.
He collapsed heavily on top of me, his cock still twitching inside.
The haze cleared and the room suddenly turned ice cold. There was no cuddling. No sweet words. Just the smell of sweat, cum, and silence.
I shoved him off me roughly, feeling a sudden wave of hatred for him. I wiped my messy pussy with a corner of the sheet, watching his load drip down my thighs.
My body buzzed, but the hole in my heart just felt bigger. It wasn't this guy I wanted. I wanted Rhydor. I wanted his hungry eyes looking at me, not her.
I dressed quickly, my skin feeling itchy and gross. I tossed extra gold coins on the table without looking at him. I didn't look back. Walking out into the night, my rage turned into hard, cold steel.
Azura. That rankless whore. The Moon Goddess must have been high when she picked her. I'll fix it myself.
I'd find her dirt. I'd wreck her Luna Rite. I was going to break her slowly, piece by piece. She won't win. She can't.