Far from the Hortensia duchy...

On the continent of Tenebris, a war of attrition was raging, and it was gradually redefining the balance of power between the legendary families and the Empire of Alexandria. At the heart of this chaos, the Draken family, once all-powerful under the iron grip of Frédéric Draken, now found itself confronted with an insidious threat: a systematic sabotage that attacked its very foundations.

This decline was not the result of chance, but rather the methodical work of a man known by the identity of Klein.

The latter sold himself as the most formidable and versatile mercenary of Tenebris, and his actions fully confirmed this reputation. On one side, he thwarted the Draken by intercepting their resource convoys in the eastern mountain passes, then by orchestrating targeted assassinations of their executives linked to the heretical organization Spectrum.

On the other side, he simultaneously offered his services of protection and relic acquisition to the rival families Silvernight, Ashborn and Pendragon, thereby strengthening their position without ever directly engaging the Draken.

The war therefore did not manifest itself through great battles, but through a succession of skirmishes.

This dynamic explained why some people preferred to flee rather than defend their banner when they found themselves outnumbered.

It was in this context of domination and negotiation that Klein found himself in the private quarters of the matriarch of the Ashborn family, Mirabel Ashborn.

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The air in the command tent was saturated with the smell of musk, contrasting with the icy wind howling outside on the plains of Tenebris.

Mirabel Ashborn, the head of the legendary lineage, stood in front of her desk, her hands clenched on the edge of the massive wood. Her dark silk dress, usually so elegant, was lifted up to her slim waist, exposing the generous curve of her pale buttocks and the pronounced arch of her back.

Behind her, Klein dominated her with his full height of one meter ninety. He had kept only his black leather pants, leaving visible only his muscular torso. Without a word, he seized Mirabel’s wide hips, his fingers sinking deeply into the tender flesh, already leaving pink marks on her porcelain skin.

Klein had not only subjugated the troops, but just like with Iris... He had personally taken care of the prime granny. After all with his Playboy skill, everything was very easy with these mature women in need.

He took out his already fully hard penis.

With one hand, he spread Mirabel’s large lips. Her vagina was already soaking wet. A thick, transparent fluid flowed from her vulva and ran down her inner thighs to her knees. He guided his glans against the entrance.

He thrust his pelvis with a sharp movement. His penis penetrated her completely in a single thrust. The glans struck the cervix.

" AHHH ! " Mirabel’s mouth opened wide " GNNHH ! GNNHHH-hahh ! "

Her fingers closed on the edges of the desk.

Klein began to move his pelvis. He withdrew his penis until only the glans remained at the entrance, then he thrust again, striking the cervix. .

His thighs slammed against the back of Mirabel’s thighs. With each impact, the vibrant skin produced a wet slapping sound.

" Hah... hah... " Mirabel’s breathing was ragged. " Mmmmph... yes... again... destroy me... "

A thread of saliva flowed from the left corner of her lips and hung down to the desk where it formed a small puddle. A strand of her ash-black hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to her left cheek.

Klein accelerated. Three back and forth per second. He released Mirabel’s right hip. His hand grabbed her nape. His fingers wrapped in her hair, pulling backward. Her back arched even more. The skin of her throat was taut. Her trachea could be seen under the thin skin. Then his right hand struck her left buttock.

SMACK !

The skin of the buttock turned red immediately. The mark of his hand was visible. The reddened area covered her entire buttocks. Mirabel jumped violently, her torso lifting three centimeters from the desk.

" Ahnn ! I am your... your toy... Klein... pound me again ! " Her voice was high-pitched, almost a scream.

Inside, her vagina contracted. The pressure around Klein’s penis became intense. The muscular walls tightened and released in spasms, two to three times per second.

He continued. His thrusts remained deep. With each thrust, his glans deformed Mirabel’s abdominal wall. Under the skin of her lower belly, one could guess a bulge that moved upward with each penetration. Her breasts bounced against the desk in rhythm. Her hardened nipples rubbed the desk with each impact.

Suddenly, Mirabel’s body stiffened. Her toes curled, wrapping on the carpet. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her vagina was traversed by rapid contractions.

" AAAAAHHHN ! KLEIN ! " Her mouth open, her tongue out, her eyes rolled back. Her body remained rigid for eight seconds before falling back onto the desk.

Klein did not slow down. He did not wait for her to come down.

His fingers released her nape, but his other hand sank into the flesh of her hip, keeping Mirabel pressed against the edge of the desk. He slowly withdrew his penis, until only the glans remained stuck between the swollen lips of her vulva. The view was clear: her reddened slit, dripping.

He thrust again with a sharp blow.

" HAAAHHH ! " Mirabel screamed, her torso lifting from the desk. Her breasts thrust forward before falling heavily onto the wood.

The slapping sounds resumed. Her thighs collided with the back of his with a noise that echoed in the tent.

" You like that, granny ? " Klein breathed without raising his voice. " Being taken like a bitch in heat by a mercenary ? "

" YES... YES... I AM YOUR BITCH... " Mirabel replied in a broken voice, each of her words cut by the impacts.

Her legs were shaking so much that she almost slipped, but Klein held her hips in place.

He leaned forward. His torso pressed against her back. His mouth came close to her ear, his hot breath against her lobe.

" I’m going to fill you. You will feel my cum flowing in your belly for three days. "

He accelerated even more.

Mirabel gasped, unable to form words anymore. Her mouth stayed open with a trickle of drool...

Suddenly he stopped.

He completely withdrew his penis.

" No... no, why... "

Klein turned her over with one hand. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pivoted her. Now she was facing him, her back pressed against the edge of the desk, her buttocks resting on the cold wood. Her legs, limp, fell on each side. Her eyes were glassy, dilated.

He grabbed her two ankles, lifted them. He spread her thighs wide, exposing her red and gaping vulva, the lips stretched, a trickle of whitish substance flowing from her hole.

Without warning, he thrust his entire penis again.

" AHHH ! IT’S TOO... TOO DEEP... " Her head tilted back, her nape hitting the desk.

The rhythm became violent again. Each thrust made her body slide forward. He had to hold her by the ankles to prevent her from falling. Her breasts danced in all directions. The tips of her nipples rubbed against her own skin.

He looked at her face. Her red cheeks. Her rolled-back eyes. Her open mouth drooling. Her tongue out.

" I’m coming ", he let out.

" YES... YES... IN ME... IN ME... " Mirabel screamed, her throat taut.

Klein gave three last deep thrusts, sinking to the hilt each time. His pelvis pressed against hers. There was no more space. He was locked deep inside. His glans pressed the cervix and he came. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

A flood of cum immediately flowed from Mirabel’s vulva, running down her perineum, then onto the wood of the desk, forming a small thick puddle between her spread thighs.