Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: • A Holy Union… Sort Of Part Three (+18)

The bedframe groaned, splintering under the relentless onslaught of Arkanos’s thrusts, each one an intense force that drove Isode deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

Her body was a live wire, every nerve screaming as his monstrous length pistoned inside her, stretching her to the brink of ruin.

The wet, obscene slap of skin against skin filled the chamber, a primal symphony underscored by her broken moans and his snarls.

The chandelier above swayed, its prismatic light fracturing into wild, chaotic patterns that danced across their sweat-drenched bodies, as if the room itself were unraveling under the weight of their ferocity.

Isode’s face was pressed into the linens, her cheek smeared with her own tears and the remnants of his earlier release, her violet eyes glassy with a mix of agony and ecstasy.

Her wrists, now free, clawed at the sheets, fingers shredding the fabric as she fought to anchor herself against the tidal wave of his dominance.

Her thighs trembled, slick with her fluids, the evidence of her need pooling beneath her in a shameful, glistening mess.

Every thrust sent her breasts dragging against the bed, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure that only fueled the inferno consuming her.

Arkanos’s hand in her hair tightened, yanking her head back with a savage tug that forced her spine into a brutal arch.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice dripping with a touch of sadistic delight.

“The head priestess whimpering like a whore for me.” His words sliced through her, each one a lash that stoked the fire in her core.

She should have been ashamed, but all she felt was lust—a raw, insatiable need to be utterly devoured by him.

He slowed for a moment, his hips grinding against her with cruelty, his length buried so deep she swore she could feel it in her soul.

The blunt tip pressed against something inside her, a spot that made her vision blur and her body convulse, a scream tearing from her throat as her walls clamped around him like a vise.

“That’s it,” he purred, his breath hot against her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Scream for me, priestess. Let the heavens know who owns you.”

“Arkanos, slow down!” she wailed, raw and desperate. Her body was no longer her own—it was his, a canvas for his pleasure, a shrine to his dominance.

She bucked against him, her hips meeting his thrusts, chasing the edge of oblivion even as he forbade her release.

Her core throbbed, her arousal gushing around him, the slick heat easing his relentless invasion but doing nothing to dull the intensity.

With a sudden, brutal motion, he pulled out, leaving her empty and gasping, her body convulsing at the loss.

Isode sobbed, her hips twitching instinctively, seeking him, needing him to fill the aching void he’d left behind.

“No, please, I didn’t mean you should stop—” she begged, her voice hoarse, but her words were cut off as he flipped her onto her back with a single, effortless motion, her body bouncing against the ravaged bed.

Her violet eyes locked onto his, wide and pleading, as he loomed over her, his emerald gaze blazing with lust.

His length, slick with her fluids, glistened in the chandelier’s light, a weapon poised to destroy her.

He seized her thighs, spreading them wide with a grip that would leave bruises, and pinned her to the bed, her body splayed open like a sacrifice.

He chuckled, gazing into her eyes.

“What makes you think I’d stop?” he snarled, his voice thick with possession. “I just wanted to see your face when you break.”

Before she could respond, he slammed back into her, his length spearing her with a force that drove the air from her lungs.

Isode’s scream was silent, her mouth open in a soundless cry as her body arched off the bed, her nails raking down his arms, drawing blood.

The pain only spurred him on, his thrusts growing even more savage, each one a claim, a punishment, a promise.

Her walls spasmed around him, her core a furnace of molten need, every stroke pushing her closer to the precipice he’d forbidden her to cross.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, his hands sliding up to her breasts, squeezing them with a roughness that made her gasp.

His thumbs flicked over her nipples, hard and sensitive, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her.

He leaned down, his mouth claiming one, teeth grazing the tender peak before sucking hard, the sensation so intense she thought she might shatter.

Her hands flew to his hair, tugging desperately, her body writhing beneath him as she fought to hold on, to please him, to survive his dominance.

Isode’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, her mind fracturing under the intensity.

‘He’s too intense… too big, too… everything—gods, I think I’m going to die… and yet I don’t care.’

Her body was a traitor, her hips grinding against him, her core clenching with every thrust, her arousal soaking the linens beneath her.

Arkanos’s pace quickened, his thrusts erratic, his breath coming in ragged grunts.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, his hand sliding between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing with merciless precision.

The sudden stimulation was too much, a lightning bolt that tore through her, and Isode’s body seized, her scream echoing off the walls as she teetered on the edge of release.

“Not yet,” he roared, his hand clamping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision swim.

The pressure, the dominance, the sheer control sent her spiraling, her body trembling as she fought to obey, to please him, to be his.

But it was too much—his length pounding into her, his fingers working her clit, his grip on her throat—and she felt herself slipping, her body betraying her as the orgasm was close, unstoppable at this point.

“Arkanos, I can’t—” she sobbed, her voice a broken plea, but he only grinned, a feral, predatory expression that made her heart stutter.

“Then break for me,” he commanded, and with one final, devastating thrust, he drove her over the edge.

Isode’s body convulsed as a white-hot orgasm ripped through her, her walls clamping around him so tightly it bordered on pain.

Her scream was a primal, unearthly sound, her fluids gushing around him, soaking his thighs, the bed, the floor. Her vision went black, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure-pain consumed her, leaving her a trembling, absolute mess.

Arkanos didn’t stop. His thrusts grew frenzied, his grip on her throat tightening as he chased his own release, his length throbbing inside her.

With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his body tensing as he erupted, a flood that filled her to overflowing, spilling out around him as he pulsed inside her.

The sensation pushed Isode into another climax, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He stayed there for a moment as he continued to pump his load inside her.

Once he was done, he stood up, pulling out his softening length.

Arkanos stood over her, chest heaving, his emerald eyes glinting with a smug, primal satisfaction as he took in the absolute wreck he’d made of Isode.

She was sprawled across the bed, a panting, trembling mess, her violet eyes half-lidded and dazed, her body glistening with sweat and their combined fluids.

The linens beneath her were trashed—soaked through with her fluids and the thick, creamy flood of his cum that still oozed from her, dripping in slow, lewd trails from her swollen, thoroughly claimed core. It pooled on the sheets, a sticky, glistening mess that caught the chandelier’s flickering light, making the whole scene look like some debauched painting.