Chapter 912: I Love Shameless Women

Those words broke something in Cassius.

"Dammit!" He kissed her and began to move in earnest.

"Smack!?~ Aaaah!?~ Ughh!?~ Nnn! Smack!?~"

His first real thrust made Ragnora cry out. She had never felt anything like this. The feeling of being filled. The feeling of another person moving inside her.

But Cassius didn’t stop his cock from going in and out of her tight crimson pussy.

"How does it feel?" He asked, his voice ragged. He lifted his head, watching her face. "Tell me. I need to know."

Ragnora’s mind, usually a fortress of plans and contingencies, was under siege by pure sensation.

"It’s...it’s so much." She breathed, her hands coming up to clutch at his back, her blunt nails digging into the skin. "So deep. You’re...you’re everywhere. I can feel you in the pit of my stomach. I can feel every...nngh...every inch of you stretching me, filling places I didn’t know were empty."

Her words came in gasps, punctuated by his relentless strokes.

"It’s overwhelming. It’s...It’s like being known for the first time. But more then anything—"

All of a sudden tears, hot and sudden, welled in her eyes, spilling over to trace paths through the sweat on her temples.

"I never thought—!"

She choked out, the confession torn from her by the physical and emotional violence of his loving.

"I never believed a man could...could see me like this! Could want me like this! Not just for a night’s novelty with an ogre, but for...for me! And here you are...ah!...here you are, not just wanting, but taking! Making me yours!"

Her hips began to move, slowly at first, then with growing certainty, meeting his thrusts with a powerful, rising rhythm of her own.

The inferiority complex, the silent fear of being too large, too strong, too other for mortal desire, began to shatter under the simple, pounding proof of his desire. He wasn’t shrinking from her strength; he was reveling in it, matching it with his own.

"Tell me, Cassius." She demanded between panting breaths, her eyes locked on his. "Tell me what it’s like for you. Tell me what you feel!"

Cassius leaned down, his pace never faltering, and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. When he broke it, he was breathing hard, his forehead resting against hers.

"It’s like sheathing my sword in living flame." He growled, his voice ragged. "You’re so impossibly hot inside, Ragnora. A tight, wet, velvet fist clenching around me, pulling me deeper every time."

"I can feel the powerful grip of your muscles, the way you squeeze me...fuck...the way you take all of me. It’s not just filling you! It’s like I’m being consumed by you!"

The admission, struck her somewhere deep in her chest. She pulled him down into another kiss, this one fierce and hungry, her tongue tangling with his as their bodies moved together in perfect, escalating rhythm. When they broke apart, gasping, she arched her back, offering herself to him.

"More, Cassius!" She demanded. "More harder please!"

He complied.

"Smack!?~ Smack!?~ Smack!?~ Mmmm!?~"

The bedframe groaned beneath them as he drove into her with renewed force, each thrust a declaration. His mouth found her breast, tongue swirling around the hardened peak before he drew it deep, suckling with a hunger that made her toes curl.

Her hands buried themselves in his hair, holding him there, her voice rising in a steady, shameless litany of moans and encouragement.

"Yes—yes—right there—don’t stop, don’t ever stop—"

He obeyed, his thrusts becoming piston-like, each one driving her further up the furs, each one punching a blissful sound from her throat.

"Smash!?~ Slap!?~Slap!?~ Bang!?~ Slap!?~"

He was hitting a spot deep inside her now, a place that made her see stars behind her clenched eyelids with every impact.

"I’m close—!" She gasped. "Cassius, I’m—something is building—I don’t know what’s happening—"

"Let it happen." He urged. "Don’t fight it. Let yourself fall. I’ll catch you."

"But I’ve never—what if—"

"You’re safe. You’re with me. Let go, Ragnora. Let go and let me take you there."

She did and her body convulsed. Her back arched. Her inner walls clamped down around Cassius with a grip that would have been painful if it weren’t so exquisite and she squirted all over him

"Cassius—! Cassius—! Cassius—! Oh Cassius—!"

He fucked her through it, prolonging her pleasure, drawing out every last tremor.

And when she finally began to calm down, when her body went limp and her cries faded to ragged gasps, he let himself follow.

"Fuck—I’m coming Ragnora! I’m coming inside of you—! Take it! Take my seed!"

He buried himself deep inside her and poured everything he had into her womb.

"Plop!?~ Thwap!?~ Slosh!?~ Glug!?~"

Pulse after pulse of hot seed, filling her up, claiming her, breeding her exactly as he had promised. The knowledge of what he was doing, sent another wave of pleasure through him so intense that his vision went white.

Meanwhile, Ragnora lay beneath him, her massive chest still heaving and she couldn’t believe it.

She had done it!

She had actually done it!

The thing she had spent her entire life believing would never happen. The thing she had watched from the sidelines, read about in books, imagined in the quiet darkness of her lonely bedroom.

It had happened!

And now, she could feel it. Deep inside her, a warmth spreading through her womb. His seed was inside her, swimming through her. Seeking its destination. The thought made her want to weep.

’A child. I might actually have a child. His child. Growing inside me. Calling me mother. Looking up at me with eyes that might be blue like his or gold like mine.’

’A warrior. A commander. A woman who has spent her entire life protecting others. And now...now I might become a mother.’

She felt tears sliding down her cheeks—not from sadness, but from a joy so profound it bordered on pain. She wanted to pull Cassius close and whisper her gratitude into his skin.

She wanted to tell him what this meant to her, how he had changed her life, how she would treasure this night for—

But before she could do anything, she realised her body was suddenly moving.

Ragnora’s eyes snapped open. "What—"

She was being repositioned. Her massive frame was being maneuvered across the bed with surprising efficiency.

Before her mind could fully process what was happening, she was flipped onto her hands and knees, the heavy furs of the bed bunching beneath her palms.

Her massive, crimson, muscular ass, was now raised high in the air, presented to him. The cool air of the chamber kissed her exposed skin, and the sudden vulnerability of the position sent a jolt of pure panic through her.

Cassius was behind her, not cuddling, not speaking sweetly. He was staring. She could feel his gaze like a physical touch, fixed intently on the tight, dark-purple pucker between her cheeks.

"Cassius!" She gasped, her voice strained with shock and confusion. "What—what are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Her mind scrambled for the script this moment was supposed to follow.

"Isn’t...isn’t it time to cuddle now? To talk? To...to share our feelings? In the books, they always fade to black and then...they’re just holding each other."

A low chuckle was her only answer. Then she felt his thumb, rough and warm, press against her other entrance, not entering, just teasing the tight ring of muscle, spreading her cheeks slightly to expose it more.

A sharp, involuntary whimper escaped her.

"Not everything follows the books, my fierce Commander." He murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Sure, if tonight was just about a passionate release, we could be done. We could lie back and whisper sweet nothings."

He delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her ass cheek. The impact echoed in the room, and the dense, elastic flesh jiggled enticingly.

"But that’s not why we’re here tonight, is it?"

She shook her head, face still buried in the furs.

"No. Tonight, we have a mission."

He positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock pressing against her still-soaked entrance.

"Making a baby isn’t a one-time effort, Ragnora. One shot isn’t enough to guarantee success. We need to be...thorough. Consistent. We need to fill you up again and again until there’s no possible way it didn’t take."

"Again?!" Ragnora was terrified. "Cassius, I—my body—the emotions—I don’t know if I can—Ahhhh!"

Ragnora’s protest dissolved into a guttural moan as he thrust into her.

But this position was different—deeper somehow, more primal. She could feel him reaching places inside her that hadn’t been touched before, and the sensation was so overwhelming that her arms gave out beneath her, her upper body collapsing onto the bed while her hips remained raised.

"That’s it." Cassius murmured, his hands gripping her massive hips. "That’s exactly where I want you."

He began to move, building a rhythm that had Ragnora clutching the furs with desperate fingers.

"Smack!?~ Smack!?~ Smack!?~ Mmmm!?~"

Each thrust pushed a sound from her throat that she didn’t recognize. Each retreat left her aching for his return.

"How does it feel?!" He asked, his voice rough with exertion. "How does it feel to be taken like this? By a man who’s already married? Who has wives and children waiting for him at home?!"

Ragnora’s eyes flew open. "Why—why are you bringing that up now!?"

"Because it’s the truth, isn’t it?" He thrust deep, grinding against her. "You, Commander Ragnora, the woman everyone looks up to, the hero of the Holyfield mines are letting a married man fuck you."

"That’s—you said—you told me Isabelle was fine with this—"

"She is. Absolutely. Enthusiastically, even."

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against the massive expanse of her scarred back.

"But that doesn’t change the fundamental facts. You’re paying me. I’m already taken. And here you are—" He thrust hard. "—on your knees—" another thrust. "—begging for my cock."

Ragnora covered her face with her hands.

"Cassius, please—I don’t see it like that—I’m not—"

"You’re not what? A shameless woman without morals?" He kissed the back of her neck. "Because that’s exactly what you are right now. And I have to tell you, Commander..."

His lips brushed her ear.

"I absolutely love it."

She shuddered.

"I love fucking shameless women." He continued, his voice dropping to a dark, intimate murmur. "I love the way they abandon their inhibitions. I love the way they give in to what they really want. And you, Ragnora—"

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back gently.

"I love fucking the life out of a shameless, dirty whore like you!"

The word ’whore’ acted like a live wire on her nerves. Her pussy clenched around him in a violent, involuntary spasm, milking his length.

Cassius noticed. "Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You liked being reminded of how dirty this is."

"No—I didn’t—"

"Your body says otherwise." He thrust again, and again she tightened around him. "It wants to be degraded. Wants to be used. Wants to be treated like a common slut instead of a legendary Hero."

"I’m not a...I’m not..."

"Say it."

Ragnora shook her head frantically.

"Say what you are." He grabbed her horns—massive, sensitive, and she let out a wail as pleasure shot through her. "Say it, Ragnora. Admit what you are right now."

"I’m—I’m a—"

"A what?"

"A slut!" She sobbed, the word torn from somewhere deep inside her. "I’m a slut! I’m your slut! Cassius, please—"

"Good girl."

He released her horns only to grab her hips again, and now he was truly fucking her—no restraint, no gentleness, just raw primal need.