"Hah.... Aaah.... Ah...."

Her moans echoed in the forest.

His hand closed around her wrist, firm, and he pulled her silently off the path, deeper into the ancient trees where moonlight only dappled in fragments.

The sleeping camp faded behind them, replaced by the whisper of leaves and the distant call of a nightbird.

Vaela’s mind was screaming in pleasure.

’This is wrong... I’m a Silver Warden...’ But her body was a traitor.

Every shift of his muscles in the sparring ring, every lazy, confident glance in the mess tent, had all been leading here.

She let herself be pulled to the dark.

"Stick your tongue out."

"Ah...."

Kane kissed harder.

He stopped her against the wide trunk of a colossal tree. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The bark bit into the fine leather of her armor. Before she could utter a word of protest, his hands were on her, working with efficiency.

He pulled the piece away, letting it fall into the ferns with a muted thud. The night air hit her bare skin, making her nipples tighten instantly.

He didn’t wait; his mouth found the curve of her neck, his teeth grazing the tendon there, while his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing hard, his palms rough against the soft, heavy flesh.

"Ah—!" The sound was stolen by the leaves above.

He licks her neck as he forces her into position.

Her hands came up, fingers clutching his shoulders, nails digging in through his tunic.

"Shhh," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

"You’re so loud already. And we’ve barely started."

He turned her then, a firm hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest against the rough bark.

The scrape was a shocking contrast to the heat of his body behind her. His other hand hooked into the waist of her leggings and yanked them down, over her hips and ass, to pool around her knees, revealing her soaked pussy.

She was trembling, a full-body shake of humiliation and arousal.

He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock finding her entrance from behind, then bit down on the back of her neck.

"Nghh.... Huuh...."

Then he drove into her, one deep, relentless stroke that filled her, stealing her breath.

"Fuck—!" The word was ripped from her throat, loud in the secluded glade.

’That’s it. Let them hear you.’

Kane tightens his ass and gently moves his hips, stirring the inside of her pussy with his erect dick.

Thrust, Thrust, Thrust.... Thrust.... Thrust...!

Deep thrusts that slammed her against the tree, the bark scraping her breasts with every forward drive.

One hand fisted in her short, silvery hair, pulling her head back, arching her spine in a beautiful curve.

The other came around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" he growled in her ear, his hips never slowing.

"Getting fucked like a whore by the barbarian you were supposed to watch."

"Nngh—! We shouldn’t— ahhn! Fuck... harder...!" The words were a jumble, her body rocking with his.

Her internal war was lost.

Kane kept pushing his dick, which was as horny as it wanted to be, into Vaela’s pussy.

The part of her screaming about duty and treason was drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming sensation of being used so thoroughly.

It was exactly what she’d imagined in the stolen moments of her watch.

He leaned into her, his chest against her back, his other hand now slapping her ass, before his fingers returned to her clit, doubling the pressure.

"Look at you. My tight little warden. Soaking my cock. You think the queen can feel this? Her precious trees can feel you getting stretched open?"

"Please... stop talking..." she begged, but her hips pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body utterly complicit.

"Why? It’s true. You’re betraying your empire with every moan." He bit her shoulder, hard enough to bruise.

"You’re betraying him."

The mention was a spark on dry tinder. Her pussy clenched around him, a violent spasm.

"Don’t—! Ah! Gods—!"

"He doesn’t fuck you like this," Kane snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic, powerful.

"He doesn’t make you scream into the trees. This tight, wet, cheating cunt is mine tonight."

The filthy confession, the wrongness of it, was the final push.

Her vision whited out.

A silent, shattering orgasm tore through her, her legs shaking violently, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his cock in waves.

She bit her own arm to stifle the cry, a muffled, desperate sound.

"Hnnngg.... Ugh.... Ugh...."

He fucked her through it, relentless, until his own control shattered.

She has a pussy that makes you want to cum even though you’re already cumming in it.

With a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from his chest, he buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing deep inside her.

He held her there, impaled, his hands gripping her hips, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades as the tremors passed.

The forest was quiet again, save for their ragged breaths. He slowly pulled out, a wet sound that made her shudder.

Cum immediately began to leak down her inner thighs.

He turned her to face him. Her eyes were glazed, her silver hair plastered to her sweaty neck, her chest heaving.

The professional mask was shattered, replaced by raw, bewildered need. She looked down at herself, at the cum staining her thighs, and a flush of shame and arousal crawled up her stomach.

"I... that was..." She couldn’t finish. Her hands came up as if to cover herself, then fell uselessly to her sides.

"That was you finally getting what you wanted," Kane said, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out and wiped a bead of sweat from her temple with his thumb. "

You’re a mess."

She swallowed, her gaze dropping to his mouth. "This changes nothing."

"Doesn’t it?" He chuckled softly, the sound warm in the air.

"You’re not the same warden who left camp."

She didn’t deny it.

The conflict was still there in her eyes, but underneath it, undeniable, was the addictive pull of what just happened. The danger, the roughness, the sheer wrongness of it had been a drug.

They dressed in silence, her movements slow, clumsy with spent adrenaline. He helped her with the stubborn buckles of her armor, his fingers brushing her still-sensitive skin, making her inhale sharply.

When she was fully clothed again, the pristine warden was back in place, though a faint tremor in her hands and a new, secret warmth between her legs gave her away.

"We should go back," she said, her voice once more the cool, professional instrument.

"Lead the way, Warden."

She turned and walked toward the path, her back straight, her stride purposeful.

But Kane, following, saw the subtle way she adjusted her step, the slight hitch in her gait from the soreness he’d left behind.

He saw the way her ears were still flushed pink, and those legs were shaking hard.

[System: First elven woman claimed]

[Quest Progress: Claim Five Elven Wives — 1/5]

[Harem Bond available — Vaela: Connection established but not yet formalized]

[Reward: Strength Boost 10%(One time use)]