Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 186

Chapter 186: • A Holy Union… Sort Of Part Two (+18)

Arkanos’s emerald eyes burned with a feral hunger as he rose from the bed, his towering frame casting a shadow over Isode’s trembling form.

The chandelier’s prismatic light fractured across his sweat-slicked skin, highlighting the taut muscles rippling beneath as he moved with predatory grace. He took of his top, casting it aside along with his pants.

His throbbing length, still glistening from her earlier devotion, pulsed with unrestrained desire, a beast barely leashed.

Isode, her violet eyes wide with a cocktail of awe and fear, knelt on the floor, her silk robes a tangled mess around her thighs, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

The air was thick with the musky scent of their shared arousal, jasmine now a faint memory beneath the raw, animalistic heat that saturated the chamber.

Her lips, swollen and slick, parted as she gazed up at him, her face still streaked with the remnants of his release, a glistening mark of her submission.

Without a word, Arkanos lunged forward, his hands seizing her with a bruising grip.

His fingers dug into her arms as he hoisted her from the floor like she weighed nothing, her body a ragdoll in his relentless grasp.

Isode gasped, her heart hammering as he spun her around and threw her face-first onto the bed.

The white linens crumpled beneath her, the mattress groaning under the force of his dominance.

Her cheek pressed into the soft fabric, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of his presence behind her, a storm about to break.

“Arkanos wait—” she whimpered, her voice a fragile thread, but he silenced her with a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the room.

His hands were on her again, yanking her hips upward, forcing her into a vulnerable arch.

Her robes were ripped away in a single, savage motion, the silk tearing with a sound like a scream, leaving her bare and exposed.

Her skin prickled in the cool air, every nerve alight as she felt the heat of his body looming over her.

His fingers clamped onto her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, the bedframe creaking under the pressure.

Isode’s body trembled, her thighs slick with her own arousal, the damp trails now pooling beneath her as her core ached with a desperate, pulsing need.

She squirmed, her hips twitching instinctively, but Arkanos’s grip was iron, unyielding.

His free hand roamed her body, claws of desire raking over the curve of her spine, down to the swell of her ass, where he delivered a sharp, stinging slap that made her cry out, the sound swallowed by the linens.

“You’re mine now, priestess,” he snarled, his voice a molten blade, dripping with possession.

His throbbing length, impossibly thick and scalding hot, pressed against her dripping entrance, teasing her with its weight.

The blunt tip nudged her folds, parting them with agonizing slowness, each brush sending electric shocks through her core.

Isode’s breath came in shallow, frantic gasps, her body screaming for him to claim her, to fill the aching void within her, but he held back, savoring her torment.

“Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice a low, sadistic purr as he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips grazing her ear.

His length slid along her slickness, coating itself in her fluids, but he refused to enter, the denial a delicious cruelty.

“Tell me how much you want this.”

Isode’s mind was a haze of lust and desperation, her body betraying her with every shudder, every involuntary buck of her hips.

“Please,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Arkanos, I—I need it. I need you. Please, fuck me, I can’t—”

Her words dissolved into a moan as he pressed just the tip inside, stretching her with a burn that was both pain and ecstasy, her walls clenching around him in a futile attempt to draw him deeper.

“Not good enough,” he growled, pulling back entirely, leaving her empty and aching. Isode sobbed into the linens, her body writhing, her thighs trembling as her arousal dripped onto the bed, a shameful puddle of her desire.

“Louder. Let the gods themselves hear you beg.”

“PLEASE!” she screamed, her voice shattering the quiet of the chamber, raw and unhinged.

“Arkanos, take me! I’m yours, just—fuck me, fill me, I can’t stand it!”

Tears of frustration and need streaked her face, her body a live wire, every nerve screaming for release.

His laughter was dark, a sound that curled around her like smoke, and then he moved. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, his massive length splitting her open, stretching her to the point of delirium.

Isode’s scream was a primal thing, a sound of agony and ecstasy as her body struggled to accommodate him, her walls spasming around his relentless intrusion.

The chandelier’s light seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his hips, each savage thrust driving her deeper into the bed, the frame creaking as if it might collapse under the force of their coupling.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Arkanos snarled his voice thick with lust, but then he noticed it, blood curling at the entrance, he simply smiled as he pounded into her, his hips slamming against her ass with a wet, obscene slap.

His grip on her wrists tightened, her arms stretched taut above her, her breasts dragging against the linens with each thrust, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her, strangely so despite this being her first time.

Her body was no longer her own—it was his, a vessel for his pleasure, and she reveled in it, her mind fracturing under the intensity.

Isode’s moans became a continuous wail, her body rocking with each punishing thrust, her core clenching around him as she hurtled toward oblivion.

The heat of him, the sheer size of him, filled every inch of her, his length hitting places she didn’t know existed, each stroke a claim, a brand.

Her arousal gushed around him, slicking her thighs, the bed, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he hissed, his hand releasing her wrists to tangle in her hair, yanking her head back as he drove into her even harder, the angle sending her vision white.

“You come when I say, priestess.” His words were a lash, and she obeyed, her body teetering on the edge, every muscle screaming as she fought to please him, to be his.

The room felt like it was spinning, the chandelier’s light a kaleidoscope of madness, and Isode was lost, her body and soul consumed by the relentless, unhinged storm that was Arkanos Bloodbane.