A morning of passion is interrupted by the arrival of a warrior who awakens hidden desires. Lyra, Owen, and Kael become entwined in a game of seduction and dominance where barriers fall and pleasure knows no bounds.
The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains, painting golden bands across Lyra's bare skin as she stretched out on the bed with feline laziness. The air smelled of sex and sweat, the sweet and salty mingling of the bodies that had shared the night. Beside her, Owen lay on his side, his fingers intertwined with hers, his eyelids still heavy with sleep, but his lips curved into a contented smile. There was something about the stillness of that morning—the silence broken only by their intertwined breaths—that made the outside world seem so far away, irrelevant.
Lyra turned her head toward him, studying her husband's face with a tenderness that contrasted with the ferocity with which she had dominated him hours before. Without a word, she leaned in and captured his lips in a slow, deep kiss, as if she wanted to taste every corner of his mouth. Owen responded with a soft moan, his hands sliding to her waist to pull her closer, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. Lyra's tongue was warm, demanding, exploring his with deliberate slowness, as if each movement was calculated to fan the fire that never quite went out between them. When they finally broke apart, a thread of saliva glistened between their lips, and Lyra broke it with a finger, bringing it to her mouth to suck on it with a mischievous smile.
"Breakfast?" she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep and residual pleasure, as she sat on the edge of the bed, letting the sheet slide down to her waist, exposing the generous curve of her hips.
Owen nodded, his eyes fixed on the movement of her thighs as she stood. The cool morning air caressed her bare skin, raising the hairs on her arms. Lyra headed to the small dining room attached to her bedroom, where a tray of fruit, freshly baked bread, and honey waited on the dark wooden table. She sat first, crossing her legs elegantly, letting the silk robe she had taken fall open just enough to reveal the valley between her breasts. Owen watched her, hungry, but not just for the food. He took his place across from her, serving her a piece of bread spread with honey before bringing another to his mouth. Their fingers brushed, and that simple electric connection made them smile.
It was then that the metallic sound echoed in the hallway.
A sharp clink, like steel hitting stone, followed by firm, purposeful footsteps. Lyra lifted her head, her eyes narrowed toward the door, a slow, dangerous smile forming on her lips. Owen, however, tensed, recognizing that rhythm. It wasn't Thorne or Garret—their guards never entered without announcing their presence with a knock. This was different. It was him.
The door burst open, slamming against the wall with a crash that made Owen jump from his chair. There, framed by the carved wooden archway, stood Kael. His golden armor gleamed in the sunlight, polished to reflect blinding glints, as if he had just returned from a battle rather than a mere visit. The red cloak that billowed behind him was streaked with road dust, but his sword, sheathed behind his back, appeared spotless. His eyes—golden as sunset—bored into Lyra with an intensity that made the air in the room instantly thick.
"Don't tell me I interrupted something important," Kael purred, his deep voice echoing like distant thunder. He didn't expect a reply. With two long strides, he crossed the threshold and slammed the door behind him. The sound rattled in Owen's bones, and he felt his heart race, not from fear, but from the anticipation of what he knew was coming.
Lyra didn't move. She didn't cover herself. She didn't look away. She just let the gown slip from her shoulders, exposing her body completely, her firm, round breasts crowned by dark nipples that were already beginning to harden. Kael growled, a guttural sound that vibrated in his chest, his gloved hands balling into fists at his sides.
"By the gods, Lyra!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with something between frustration and desire. "Do you know how long it's been since I saw you?"
She stood with feline grace, walking toward him unhurriedly, her hips swaying with each step. When she was a foot away, she reached up and removed his helmet, revealing his angular face, his short, well-groomed beard, and his thick lips already curling into a predatory smile.
"Not as much as I would have liked," Lyra whispered, before pulling his head down and sealing their lips in a kiss that was anything but chaste.
Kael didn't hesitate. His arms circled Lyra's waist, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, while their tongues tangled in a wild dance. Owen watched, transfixed, feeling his own arousal growing at the way Kael's hands dug into his wife's buttocks, kneading them with a possession that bordered on the brutal. Kael's armor creaked as Lyra arched against him, moaning into his mouth, her fingers tangled in the warrior's dark hair.
"More!" Lyra gasped between kisses, her nails scratching the leather of his breastplate. "Give me more, damn it!"
Kael didn't need to be asked twice. With one swift motion, he pushed her against the dining room table, sweeping plates and fruit to the floor with a clatter they didn't even register. Lyra sat on the edge, her legs spread in invitation, as Kael knelt in front of her, his hands sliding up her thighs until he reached the wet center of her desire. When his fingers brushed against her swollen clit, Lyra gasped, her fingers clenching around the edge of the table.
"Yes, like that!" she cried, her head thrown back, her black hair spread over the wood like a blanket. "Lick it, Kael! Make me yours!"
The warrior wasted no time. His mouth closed over her sex with animal hunger, his tongue circling her entrance before plunging inside in one long, deep stroke. Lyra cried out, her hips rising to meet his face, while Owen, from his position, watched the muscles of Kael's back clench beneath his armor with every lick, every suck. The wet sound of his lips against her pussy filled the room, mingling with Lyra's desperate moans.
"For hell's sake, don't stop!" she begged, one hand tangled in Kael's hair, pushing his head closer. "I want to cum in your mouth, like the whore I am for you!"
Kael grunted against her flesh, his fingers digging into her hips as his tongue worked mercilessly. When Lyra climaxed, it was with a strangled cry, her thighs trembling around his head, the hot liquid of her pleasure soaking his beard. But Kael didn't stop. He leaped up, unbuckling the belt of his armor with urgent movements, freeing his cock, thick and throbbing, the tip already glistening with drops of pre-cum.
"Don't keep me waiting," Lyra ordered, her eyes glowing with lust, as she slid to the center of the table, propping herself up on her elbows. "Show my husband how to fuck a queen."
Kael needed no further invitation. With one brutal thrust, he buried his member inside her to the hilt, making Lyra cry out, her nails scraping the wood. Owen felt his own breathing quicken, his hand instinctively going to his crotch as he watched Kael begin to move, each thrust making Lyra's breasts bounce, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing like a war drum.
"Harder!" Lyra demanded, her voice cracking with pleasure. "Break me, damn you!"
Kael obeyed. His hips slammed into hers with a force that would have left any other woman bruised, but Lyra just laughed, her eyes half-closed, her mouth parted in a rictus of ecstasy. Her breasts, heavy and sweaty, swayed with every movement, and Kael, remembering the days of training against the Demon King's generals, where stamina was key, placed a hand on one of them, using his weight to tilt her back, changing the angle of his thrusts.
"That's right!" Lyra cried, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. "Fill me, Kael! I want to feel you inside me for days!"
The warrior grunted, the muscles in his arms tensing as he plunged into her again and again, sweat trickling down his forehead. When he finally climaxed, it was with a roar, burying himself to the hilt as his cum spurted in thick jets, filling her until Lyra felt it trickle down her thighs. Kael remained that way, panting, his weight resting on her, while Lyra caressed his face with a tenderness that belied the brutality of the act.
When they finally separated, Kael removed the condom—because, despite their passion, they never forgot to take precautions—and Lyra, without hesitation, brought it to her lips, swallowing its contents with a moan of satisfaction. Then, with a lascivious smile, she looked at Owen, who continued to watch everything with a mixture of wonder and desire.
"Come here, darling," Lyra said, extending a hand toward him. "Watching me, your wife, will surprise you."
Lyra approached, kneeling in front of Kael, who was still semi-erect, his member glistening with sex and sweat. With a loving gaze at her wife, Lyra took him between her lips, savoring the mix of salt and man as Lyra watched, her fingers playing with her own clit, aroused again by licking her childhood friend Kael, moaned, her hands tangling in Lyra's hair, guiding her movements as his cock hardened again in her mouth.
"Keep going, my wife," Owen encouraged, his eyes shining. "Make him cum again, I want to burn it into my mind."
Lyra obeyed, working Kael's cock with a skill she'd honed over the years, until the warrior grunted, his hips bucking as his cum spurted out in hot jets. Lyra leaned forward, opening her mouth to receive every drop, letting it slide over her tongue before swallowing with a moan of pleasure.
Satisfied, Kael caressed Lyra's bottom before giving it a playful slap.
"Now," he said, with a smile that promised more, "it's my turn to fill you where it really matters."
Without waiting for a reply, he flipped her over, pushing her back against the table, and this time, when he entered her, it was without a condom, without barriers. Lyra cried out, her nails scraping the wood as she felt him sink into her womb, claiming her in a way only a man like Kael could. Owen watched them, mouth slightly open, heart pounding as he watched his wife be completely dominated, her body trembling with every thrust, her moans growing more desperate, more wild.
When Kael finished, it was with a triumphant grunt, filling her to the brim, his cum dripping down her thighs as he pulled away. Lyra stood there, panting, her body trembling, before turning her head to Owen with a mischievous smile, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes glittering with unspoken promises.
"See, love?" she whispered, reaching out a hand to him. "This is just the beginning."