Chapter 4: Blood And Seed(18+)

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Blood And Seed(18+)

The cave was cooler than the morning sun outside, but the fire pit still held living embers.

Vara did not bother with words this time.

The moment the stone sealed them from the tribe’s eyes she turned, shoved Korr back against the wall, and dragged her tongue through the drying blood on his chest.

The taste of Ragar and the fight filled her mouth.

She made a low, hungry sound and bit down on the hard muscle above his nipple, hard enough to leave another mark beside the ones from the night before.

Korr’s axe clattered to the floor.

His hands found her hips, then slid up under the open leather vest to cup the heavy weight of her breasts.

She was already breathing fast.

The victory in the pit had left her wet; he could smell it on her.

"On your knees first," she ordered against his skin. "I want your mouth again before I take the rest."

He dropped without argument.

The stone was cold under his knees.

He shoved the vest fully open, took one dark nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard while his hands worked the soft leather skirt up her thighs.

She was bare underneath.

His fingers found her slick and swollen.

Two thick fingers pushed inside her with no warning.

Vara’s head fell back, silver-streaked hair spilling down her spine, and she rolled her hips onto his hand with open greed.

"Deeper. Curl them. Yes"

He added a third finger and fucked her with them while his mouth moved to the other breast, teeth grazing, tongue soothing.

The wet sound of his fingers working her filled the chamber.

Vara’s hand fisted in his hair and held him there, using his mouth and his hand the way she used every tool the tribe offered her. When she came it was sharp and sudden, thighs trembling, a broken moan torn from her throat.

She did not give him time to savor it.

"Up. Now."

She spun, dropped to her hands and knees on the thick furs, and looked back over her shoulder.

The position lifted the soft curve of her ass and showed him everything glistening folds, the small dark pucker above, the way her heavy breasts hung and swayed with her breathing.

Fresh blood from the fight still streaked his chest and stomach.

She wanted it on her.

Korr shoved the loincloth down.

His cock was rigid, the head already wet.

He knelt behind her, gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, and drove into her in one long, brutal thrust.

The heat of her closed around him like a fist. Vara cried out raw, unrestrained and pushed back to take him deeper.

He gave her no gentleness.

The fight was still in his blood.

He fucked her with the same focused violence he had used to open Ragar’s throat, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the cave.

Each thrust drove a soft, punched-out sound from her. The bone necklace swung and clicked beneath her.

Blood from his chest smeared across her back and the soft sides of her breasts every time he leaned forward.

"Harder," she snarled.

"Make me feel the River man’s death in every stroke."

Korr leaned over her, one hand planting beside hers on the furs, the other reaching under to rub tight circles over the swollen bud between her legs.

He bit the back of her shoulder, tasting salt and the faint copper of his own blood transferred to her skin.

Vara’s arms shook.

She dropped to her elbows, ass higher, taking him even deeper.

The change in angle made her clench hard around him.

"You are mine," she panted.

"My axe. My cock. My seed when I want it. Say it."

"Yours," Korr growled against her ear.

He drove into her harder, the force of it rocking her forward.

"Until the day I decide I want more than a Matron’s favor."

She laughed breathless, almost wild and pushed back to meet every thrust.

"Then keep killing for me, gladiator.

Keep filling me. The day you try to take more, we will see whose blood soaks the furs."

The threat only made him thrust deeper.

He could feel her tightening, the rhythmic flutter that meant she was close again.

He rubbed faster between her legs, hips never slowing.

Vara came with a hoarse, open cry, body locking, inner walls milking him in strong pulses.

The clench of her dragged him over the edge with her.

He buried himself to the root and spilled hard, pulse after thick pulse, flooding her while she shuddered and moaned through it.

They stayed locked together for long breaths, the only sounds the crackle of the low fire and their rough breathing.

Slowly Korr pulled free.

Seed and her wetness slicked her thighs.

He watched it for a moment, something dark and satisfied settling in his chest, then reached for a soft hide cloth.

Vara rolled onto her side, still flushed, still breathing hard.

She accepted the cloth and cleaned herself with practical motions, then tossed it aside. Her dark eyes tracked him as he wiped the worst of the blood and spend from his own skin.

"The River Tribe will not take this quietly," she said.

The Matron’s voice had returned cooler, calculating though her body still glowed with the aftermath.

"Ragar was their strongest.

Losing him in front of our entire tribe is a wound to their pride.

They will send more than one man next time. Or they will try the border at night."

Korr sat on the edge of the furs, elbows on his knees.

"Then we meet them.

I am not the only fighter in the pits."

"No." Vara’s gaze sharpened.

"But you are the one the tribe now watches.

The one whose name they shout.

That makes you useful.

It also makes you a target inside the kingdom as much as outside it."

She sat up fully, the heavy sway of her breasts unselfconscious.

"Elka smiles too widely when you win.

Gron watches everything and says little.

There are always those who would prefer a different Matron’s bed, or a different gladiator standing behind the Tribunal seat."

Korr met her eyes.

"And you? Do you prefer I remain only the axe that kills and the cock that fills you?"

A slow smile curved her mouth.

She reached out and traced the newest bruise on his ribs the one Ragar’s club had left.

"I prefer men who understand the difference between being claimed and being owned. You are claimed, Korr.

For now that is enough.

Keep winning.

Keep coming to my furs when I call.

The rest..." Her fingers trailed lower, brushing the soft skin just above his cock.

"The rest we will decide when the River Tribe’s next move is clear."