Kane laughed, the sound vibrating against her breast.

He pulled his fingers free, slick and glistening, and freed his cock and just thrust into her pussy in one hard, unyielding stroke.

Halfway in, she cried out, shocked to feel how big he was.

He drove deeper, forcing the rest of himself inside until her walls stretched around him completely, until he was buried to the hilt.

"Try again."

He pulled back, almost all the way out, and slammed back in.

Stab.

The wet smack of flesh meeting flesh was loud in the small room.

Firlia’s breath hitched, her eyes were wide, red irises swimming with conflict.

Duty warred with sensation.

"That you destroyed me—"

"That’s better."

He fucked her against the door like he meant to break it.

Each thrust lifted her onto her toes. Her breasts bounced with every impact, and Kane caught one in his mouth again, sucking hard while his hips kept driving into her.

"Ah... Aahh... Ah... Ahh... Ahh...!"

She clawed at his shoulders, her legs shaking, every wet, slick sound her pussy made around him another crack in her elegant facade.

Kane pulled out suddenly, spun her by her trapped arms, and bent her over the small table by the door.

The wood creaked under her weight. He kicked her legs wider apart and drove back into her from behind. This new angle was deeper, more invasive.

It pulled a moan from her throat, loud and unfiltered.

"Yessss...!"

He reached under her, grabbed both of her breasts, and squeezed hard, molding them in his palms.

His fingers found her nipples, pinching them, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers until she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts.

Stab, stab, stab...!

The table rocked with every drive of his hips. Firlia’s long green hair spilled across the wood, her face pressed to the surface, eyes squeezed shut.

Kane leaned over her back, his chest against her spine, still pounding deep.

"Does your boyfriend know what sounds you make when you’re really getting fucked?"

She froze.

Not her body, that kept rocking with his strokes, but something inside her locked up.

Aldrin.

The man she actually loved, whose life was a hidden thread in this dangerous game.

Kane didn’t slow down.

He fucked her harder, using his hips to drive the thought out of her head, to replace fear with feeling.

"Does he know how your pussy grips when you’re getting used like a whore for the crown?"

"I—I can’t—" she sobbed, the sound raw.

"Yes, you can," He pulled out of her pussy with a wet, lewd pop and pressed the broad head of his cock against her other entrance.

Firlia’s eyes flew open.

"Wait—"

Kane pushed.

Slow at first, just pressure, letting her feel the impossible stretch.

Then harder, forcing her tighter hole to yield, to open for him.

She gasped, her fingers scrabbling at the table edge for purchase.

The burn was bright and sharp, but it mixed with something hotter, something that made her push back against him despite herself.

"Gods—!"

He buried himself in her ass in one long stroke and started thrusting.

Long, deep, possessive strokes that made her whole body rock forward and back.

One hand stayed on her breast, squeezing and slapping the soft flesh, while the other reached between her legs to rub her clit in tight, insistent circles.

"Ah! Hhhhng!"

Firlia’s moans turned broken, punctuated by gasps. Every thrust into her ass made her empty pussy clench around nothing, dripping her arousal down her inner thighs. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Kane used her like that for long, relentless minutes, switching between holes when he felt like it, never letting her settle.

He’d pull out of her ass, slick with her juices and his own pre-cum, and slam back into her pussy.

Just as she started getting used to that fullness, he’d switch again.

Her body didn’t know what to expect, and the confusion kept her trembling, kept her moaning, kept her his.

He pulled out, lifted her by the waist, and threw her onto the bed.

She landed on her stomach with a soft grunt, and Kane was on her before the mattress finished settling.

He yanked her hips up, spread her cheeks with his thumbs, and drove back into her ass without warning or preparation.

Firlia screamed into the sheets, the sound muffled by the fabric.

"Stop it, this position.... Heuu.... It’s like I’m...!"

Kane grabbed a fistful of her long green hair and yanked her head up, forcing her to look toward the window that overlooked the quiet, moonlit avenue where respectable elves strolled.

"Everyone out there thinks you’re loyal to the throne," he growled, never ceasing the deep, rhythmic pounding of her ass.

"Let them think that. Let your prince think he’s winning. While I’m balls deep in his favorite little spy."

Firlia’s whole body convulsed.

The words, the risk, the sheer filthy treason of it, it shattered her last shred of control.

Her ass clenched hard around his invading length, and she came with a broken, wailing cry, her pussy spasming and squirting a hot rush down her thighs onto the sheets.

Kane didn’t stop.

He fucked her through the convulsions, then pulled out and switched back to her soaked, sensitive pussy, pounding into her swollen cunt until a second, sharper orgasm built right on the heels of the first.

’Her pussy’s clenching so hard,’ Kane thought.

She was drooling into the sheets now, eyes unfocused, mind gone, just a body taking everything he gave her.

He could feel his own end approaching, a tight coil in his gut. He pulled out of her dripping pussy and slammed back into her well-used ass one final time.

The tight, clenching heat was too much.

"Ugh!"

Kane groaned, buried himself deep, and let go, flooding her ass with pulsing ropes of cum.

He kept thrusting through it, shallow now, pushing his seed deeper until it leaked out around his cock, marking her.

Firlia collapsed when he finally pulled out, a boneless heap of trembling limbs and torn silk.

"Hah... Hah..."

She lay there panting, cum dripping from both of her used holes, her robes a ruined tangle around her arms.

Kane rolled her onto her back.

She didn’t resist.

He pulled her against his chest, her back to his front, and his hand came up to stroke her messy, sweat-dampened hair.

For a long while, the only sounds were their slowing breaths and the distant murmur of the city.

The tension bled out of the room, replaced by a heavy, spent silence.

Then Firlia whispered, her voice hoarse, cracked, barely audible.

"His name is Aldrin..."

Kane’s hand stilled for a moment, then continued its slow stroking.

"I know."

She shuddered against him, a full-body tremble that had nothing to do with cold.

"The prince... if he finds out I failed... if he finds out about him..."

"He won’t." Kane’s voice was quiet.

"You’re going to tell him I’m arrogant, distracted, settling in. That you have my... attention."

"And then?"

"Then you go back to your lover."

Firlia was silent for a long time. Then she nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement against his chest.

It wasn’t an agreement born of passion.

Kane held her, saying nothing more.

The sex had been rough.

Now he just had to see if she’d fly toward it, or back into her gilded cage.