Mara rose on trembling legs, lips still glistening, eyes dark and heavy with want. Alex didn't give her time to catch her breath. He caught her by the waist, spun her around, and backed her against the edge of the bed until her thighs hit the wooden frame. With one smooth motion he tugged the laces of her bodice free, yanking the green dress down over her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a thin linen shift that clung to her sweat-damp skin.
He drank in the sight of her: full breasts heaving with every ragged breath, dusky nipples already peaked and straining against the sheer cloth, the soft curve of her belly leading down to the dark auburn curls between her thighs. A flush spread from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest, embarrassment and arousal warring in equal measure.
"Hero…" she whispered, voice shaking. "Please…"
Alex hooked a finger under the neckline of her shift and tore it downward in one rough pull. The linen ripped easily, baring her completely. Mara gasped, arms instinctively moving to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and pinned them gently behind her back with one large hand.
"Don't hide," he growled low against her ear. "I want to see every fucking inch of the woman who's thanking her hero."
She whimpered, thighs pressing together as fresh heat pooled between them. Alex released her wrists only to shove her backward onto the bed. She landed on the wool blankets with a soft bounce, legs parting instinctively. He followed her down, knee pressing between her thighs to keep them spread wide.
He kissed her hard devouring while his free hand roamed. He palmed one heavy breast, thumb flicking roughly over the nipple until she arched and moaned into his mouth. Then lower: fingers trailing over the soft swell of her stomach, dipping into the damp heat between her legs.
She was soaked. Slick coated his fingers the moment he slid them along her folds. Mara cried out, hips jerking up to chase the touch.
"So, wet already," he murmured against her lips, voice thick with satisfaction. "Just from sucking hero cock. You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, hero," she panted, cheeks burning. "I can't help it… you're so… so big, so strong…"
Alex chuckled darkly. He pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning, curling them against that sensitive spot deep within. Mara's back bowed off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He pumped slowly at first—teasing—then faster, thumb circling her swollen clit in tight, relentless strokes.
"Look at you," he rasped. "Falling apart just from my fingers. Imagine what my cock's going to do to this tight little cunt."
Mara's hands fisted in the blankets, head thrashing side to side. "Please—hero—please, I need—"
He pulled his fingers free abruptly. She whined at the loss, hips lifting in desperate search. Alex gripped her thighs, spreading her even wider, and lowered his head.
The first long, slow lick from entrance to clit made her sob his title. "Hero!"
He devoured her like a starving man. Tongue flat and broad, then pointed and flicking, then sucking hard on her clit until her thighs shook around his ears. He pinned her hips down with one forearm across her pelvis when she tried to buck away from the overwhelming pleasure. Two fingers plunged back inside, fucking her in time with the lash of his tongue.
Mara came hard and fast, walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers, a gush of wetness coating his chin as she screamed his name into the quiet room. He didn't stop. He worked her through it, licking softer now, drawing out every aftershock until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess.
Only then did he rise up on his knees between her spread thighs.
His cock stood rigid, flushed dark and leaking steadily at the tip. Mara stared at it with wide, hungry eyes, licking her swollen lips.
"Beg for it," Alex ordered, stroking himself slowly from base to head. "Beg your hero to fuck you."
Mara's voice cracked on the words. "Please, hero… please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to feel how big you are, how deep you can go. Please—fill me up, claim me, make me yours—"
That was all he needed.
He notched himself at her entrance and thrust in one long, relentless stroke, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, fluttering heat. Mara's nails dug into his shoulders, a broken moan spilling from her lips at the stretch. He was thick, thicker than she'd ever taken and the burn mingled with pleasure in a way that made her eyes roll back.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, holding still for a moment to let her adjust. Her inner walls gripped him like a vise, pulsing around every inch.
Then he moved.
Long, deep rolls of his hips at first pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Mara's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath them; the oil lamp flickered, throwing their joined shadows wild across the wall.
"Harder," she gasped. "Please, hero—harder—"
Alex obliged.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove into her with punishing force. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. He changed angles slightly—hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over—until her cries turned high and frantic.
"Gonna come again," she sobbed. "Hero—I'm gonna—"
"Do it," he snarled. "Come all over hero cock. Milk me dry."
One hand slid between them, thumb rubbing brutal circles over her clit. Mara shattered—screaming his title as her cunt clamped down like a fist, fluttering wildly around him. The rhythmic pulses dragged him right to the edge.
He fucked her through her orgasm, thrusts growing erratic, then buried himself as deep as he could go and came with a rough, guttural groan. Hot spurts flooded her, painting her walls, spilling out around his cock as he ground against her, prolonging both their pleasure.
They collapsed together, sweat-slick and panting. Alex stayed buried inside her, softening slowly, unwilling to pull out just yet. Mara's arms wrapped around his neck, face buried against his shoulder.
"Thank you, hero," she whispered, voice hoarse and sated. "Thank you for everything."
Alex pressed a lazy kiss to her temple, one hand possessively cupping her ass. "We're not done yet," he murmured. "Night's still young… and I've got a lot more gratitude to collect."
Mara shivered in delight, already tightening around him again.
Outside, the village slept peacefully under the stars. Inside the small room, the hero claimed his first true reward—and showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.
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