Chapter 141: Animal

He wrenched away only to savage her jawline, teeth sinking into the tender flesh until she yelped, a high, broken sound that dissolved into guttural sobs.

His hands turned to weapons of worship—groping with vicious hunger, no inch spared. One clawed down her spine, nails raking bloody furrows, before slamming onto her ass with a crack that echoed like a whip, fingers digging into the plush meat like talons, spreading her cheeks wide to expose her to the chill air and his merciless gaze.

He kneaded brutally, spanking her once, twice—sharp, stinging slaps that left handprints blooming red—while his other hand mauled her breasts, ripping the undergarments aside with a savage tear, fabric shredding like her composure.

He twisted her nipples viciously, pinching and pulling until they swelled purple and raw, her body convulsing in agony-laced ecstasy, a wail tearing from her throat—

"Fuuuuck... yesss...

hurt

me!"—as milk-white tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat beading on her fevered skin.

She was a maelstrom incarnate, thrashing in his grip like a wild thing chained, her breaths exploding in hot, feral gasps that fogged the air between them.

Her fingers tore at his armor, shredding laces and buckles with frenzied strength, nails gouging his chest until blood welled in crimson rivulets.

"Aiden...

gods

,

please

," she howled, voice shattering like glass under boot, her hips grinding against his thigh with desperate, sloppy thrusts—the wet ’schlick-schlick’ of her soaked cunt audible now, juices flooding her thighs in sticky rivers, staining his pants black with her shameless need.

Her green hair whipped wildly as she tossed her head, eyes feral slits of emerald fire, pupils blown black with the abyss of her craving.

Aiden’s laugh was a demon’s rumble, vibrating through her bones as he latched onto her throat, sucking a brutal hickey that would bruise black for weeks—a map of her treason etched in flesh.

His hand between her legs shoved roughly, two fingers—then three—plunging knuckle-deep into her dripping core without preamble, curling viciously to scrape her walls, thumb grinding her clit like he meant to pulverize it.

She

squirted

then, a hot gush soaking his hand, the straw, the stone, her scream a guttural roar—"Ohhh fuuuck... I’m... cumming...

already

!"—body seizing in violent spasms, but he didn’t stop, fucking her through it with piston-like pumps that made obscene, squelching noises, her arousal splattering like rain—’splurt-splurt-splurt’—echoing off the walls in rhythmic betrayal.

"What if your husband finds out?" he snarled against her ear, voice a venomous purr laced with thunder, even as he added a fourth finger, stretching her to the brink of pain, his palm slapping her mound with wet ’smacks’ that jolted her clit like lightning.

"That slobbering pig of an Earl—Saxon, Northumbria, whatever the fuck he calls himself—what if he bursts in, eyes bleary with rotgut, and catches his highborn whore

screaming

on a prisoner’s cock? What then, you desperate slut? He’ll drag you by that pretty green hair through the streets, parade your ruined cunt for the court to jeer at—his blade splitting you open while you

beg

me to finish what he can’t.

Divorce? Exile? Or does the thought make you wetter, hmm? Does it make you

ache

to be caught, to be

broken

for this?"

Her answer was apocalypse—a feral, keening wail that clawed the air, her body

convulsing

as another orgasm ripped through her unbidden, walls clamping his fingers like a trap, gushing again in a shameful flood that puddled at their feet—ssssshhhh—a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips in orgasmic waves:

"Aaaaaahhhhhh... yesssss...

fuuuuck

!" She shook her head like a beast in torment, green locks matted with sweat, tears carving salty paths through the grime on her cheeks, but her hands only yanked harder at his clothes, ripping his tunic open to expose the scarred planes of his chest.

"I

don’t

care!" she shrieked, voice raw and splintered, a sob choking the words as she collapsed against him, legs buckling, held up only by his brutal grip. "Fuck the Earl—fuck his limp cock, his empty bed, his

everything

! He’s nothing—

you’re

everything! The maids’ whispers... oh gods, the stories of how you

ruin

women, how you fuck them until they

forget

their names... their status....they’ve

eaten

me alive, Aiden! Nights of fingering myself raw to the thought of you, sobbing into my pillows, hating how empty I am without your seed flooding me!

I can’t—

can’t

—breathe without it! I’ll

kill

him myself if he tries to stop this! Crawl through shit, whore myself to the guards,

bleed

for one thrust—please,

ruin

me! Pound me until I shatter! Fill every hole until it

drips

with you! I’ll

die

if you don’t—

now

, Aiden, NOW!"

That unholy litany incinerated his last tether. With a roar that shook the bars—"Fucking

take

it then!"—Aiden hurled her around, slamming her face-first into the wall so hard the stone

cracked

under the impact, her cheek scraping raw as he wrenched her undergarments to her knees in a frenzy of shredded silk.

Her ass thrust back instinctively, pussy

winking

at him—swollen, gaping, a slick, creamy mess begging for violation.

He didn’t free his cock so much as

unleash

it, the thick, veined length slapping against her thigh like a club, pre-cum smearing hot trails before he

rammed

home—brutal, balls-deep in one cataclysmic surge that

bottomed out

against her cervix, her scream a banshee’s howl that rattled the chains—

"Yessss! DEEPER! HARDER!"—her walls

sucking

him in, milking with spasmodic greed, so wet it

splattered

with the force—

schlorp

!—a single, resounding wet plunge that set the rhythm for the storm.

He

pounded

her like judgment day—hips a blur of savage pistons, each thrust a

slam

that jolted her body up the wall, breasts dragging raw against stone, nipples bleeding from the friction.

The

clap-clap-clap

of skin slamming skin was thunderous, a relentless backbeat drowned only by the

schlorp-schlorp-schlorp

of his cock churning her sopping depths, cum and cream frothing at the join like sea foam—wet, pounding

thwack-thwack-thwack

echoing through the cell like war drums.

He mauled her clit from behind, fingers a vise, while his other hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back until her spine arched like a bowstring—exposing her throat for his teeth to

sink

in, drawing blood that he lapped with a guttural moan. She

came

explosively on the third thrust, a violent *gush* that sprayed his balls—sssshhh-plurt—her wail devolving into animalistic grunts and long, orgasmic moans:

"Uuuuuhhhhhnnn... yessss... FUUUUCK MEEEEE!"—loud, echoing cries that made the guards beyond the bars freeze, but he

raged

on, fucking her through it, over it,

into

the next, her body a ragdoll in his grip, legs quaking as orgasms piled like storm clouds—fourth, fifth, her voice gone hoarse, reduced to rasping pleas laced with drawn-out howls:

"Moooore... AAAAAHHHH... BREAK me... cuuuuum in meeeee!"

He

yanked

out mid-thrust, spinning her like a toy and

shoving

her to her knees in the filth—straw grinding into her skin, but she

lunged

for him, mouth a voracious maw engulfing his pussy-slick cock in one desperate swallow.

She

gagged

—throat convulsing around his girth, tears and drool cascading in rivers—but sucked like damnation, head bobbing with sloppy, slurping frenzy—

slurp-slurp-gulk

—tongue lashing the veins as she hollowed her cheeks, nails raking his thighs bloody.

"Give it...

all

to me," she gargled around him, eyes locked on his—wild, worshipful—as she deepthroated to the root, nose buried in his pubes, choking on her own juices with wet, heaving

glurks

.

He

erupted

with a bellowed curse—"Swallow it, you filthy noble slut!"—jets of thick cum

hosing

her throat, overflowing her lips in pearly ropes that she slurped back greedily, coughing and moaning—gulp-gulp-mmmph—milking him with rhythmic swallows until he twitched dry, her loud, satisfied moan vibrating around his spent length:

"Mmmmaaaahhhh... so gooood..."

But the beast wasn’t sated. He

hauled

her up by the hair,

bending

her over a jutting stone ledge—ass high, face mashed into the wall—and

plowed

back in, the

squelch

deafening—schlorp-thud—as he churned his own seed deeper, her cunt a ruined, frothy sleeve clenching in endless aftershocks.

He

spanked

her ass crimson with every thrust, the

crack

punctuating her sixth orgasm—a silent scream turning to a prolonged, ecstatic bellow:

"Ooooohhhh gaaaawwwds... cuuuummmiiiinggg!♥️"—body

seizing

as she pissed herself in ecstasy, hot streams mingling with the mess on the floor—splatter-splatter—the pounding

’clap-clap’ of their union growing slicker, louder, a symphony of flesh and fluid. Seventh came with his second load—

looding

her, cum backing up and

squirting

out around his pistoning shaft—plurt-plurt—her babbling now wordless, laced with throaty, endless moans: "Glrk... ahh... MOOOOORE..."

Eighth—he flipped her onto the cloak, legs splayed obscenely, and

Impaled

her missionary, folding her double with ankles by her ears, cock

spearing

so deep it bulged her belly.

He

bit

her shoulder bloody, hips a hydraulic ram—bam-bam-bam—the skin-slapping

clap

wetter now, amplified by the -schlick-schlick- of cum-lubed thrusts, drawing her ninth climax in a convulsive

squirt

that soaked his abs—sssshhh—her nails

carving

runes of possession into his back as she unleashed a long, quivering moan:

"Aiiiiddddeeeennnn... yesssssss... FIIIILLLL MEEEEE!" He came

again

, ninth time, a guttural "Mine!" as he

pumped

her full, overflow bubbling like a cauldron—glorp-glorp.

Tenth and final—he dragged her atop him, riding reverse so he could

slap

her clit while she

bounced

, the -thwack-thwack- of her ass against his thighs a frantic drumroll, her tenth orgasm a

shuddering

wail that left her limp, collapsing forward as he thrust up savagely—clap-clap-schlop—eleventh load

erupting

into her battered core—cum

gushing

out in creamy waves, pooling in the hollows of her thighs, marking her womb as conquered territory, her final, orgasmic keen a drawn-out symphony:

"Oooooohhhh... YESSSS... ALLLL OF YOOOOUUUU!"

They crashed together in the humid wreckage—bodies a slick, bruised tapestry of bites, scratches, and seed, her breaths shattered sobs of bliss against his chest.

She was

ruined

, glowing in the haze, a dazed smile splitting her swollen lips as she licked blood from her fingers, tracing his scars. Her eyes bestowing satisfaction for the first time ever in her whole entire life.