Alpha's Cruel Addiction

"Open your eyes, Ophelia."

Ophelia shook her head, her movements slow and lethargic. She gasped when he gently caressed her waist. His skin was rough, but he gripped her softly.

"We're not finished, my lovely wife."

Lovely. That was what he always called her.

Ophelia shakily glanced at him, her lips pulled into a slight pout. She couldn't do it anymore. She was exhausted, but he was brimming with energy. How has the rough and shaky carriage ride not fatigue him?

"Keep pouting and I'll put my cock in there." Killorn ran a thumb upon her bottom lip. She gasped at his obscene words, but his serious expression showed he meant it.

Ophelia curiously tilted her head. What would it taste like?

Killorn groaned at her expression. Suddenly, he bent, almost as if he was going to kiss her. Then, at the last moment, he moved to the corner of her mouth.

"You're still pulsating around me, Ophelia. Don't tell me you don't want this." Killorn began a descendant of his hips again. He started off slow and sensual, just to wake her up more. She shakily exhaled, her waist beginning to mimic his actions.

Killorn cursed. "You must hold still, Ophelia, or I'll have you on the table in no time."

Killorn wanted to make love to her on every surface possible. When they got back to the castle, there would not be a single corner he didn't take her. He'd make sure of it. He'd watch her legs tremble in the shadows, whilst she clenched him tightly.
"But it's too dirty for such a lovely thing like you," Killorn grumbled, bending his head and kissing her shoulder blade. When she opened her mouth to speak, he quickened his movements.

Ophelia squirmed, her eyes squeezed tightly. It was beginning again. His hardness rubbed against her clit with ease, causing her to shudder. His body was powerful and slick with sweat. She thought his muscles would hurt, but he was careful to make sure she felt more pleasure than pain.

"You feel so good, Ophelia… fuck." Killorn pulled out only to slide faster into her. She shuddered, but he was relentless. He pounded her whilst grinding her body to the bed. She couldn't even move a limb. He hugged her tightly, her hands clawing at his shoulders for relief.

Ophelia began to feel a familiar heat pool inside of her. She writhed beneath him, her legs digging into the mattress. The bed creaked loudly with his forceful actions. She was gasping for air, her hands digging for something to cling onto for relief. It was impossible.

Killorn held her tightly. He growled when she tried to reach for anything, but him. And he punished her cruelly for it. He thrust into her roughly and pulled out swiftly.

"Where." Thrust. "Do." Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Think." Trust. "You're going?"

"Ah!" Ophelia screamed, her eyes tight with tears. The sound of slapping skin filled the aroused air. The atmosphere was thick and tense. The headboards slammed upon the walls.

"I'm s-sorry, oh, please, I-I didn't mean—my lord!" Ophelia begged him, and finally, he listened.

Ophelia nearly let out a shaky breath of relief. He slowed down, but the rhythm was driving her insane. His pacing suddenly became more frantic, almost eager to brand her. She felt herself begin to tighten around him. Blood rushed to her face, her heart bouncing on her chest, and she loudly moaned.

"A-ah!"

Ophelia came all over him again. The white light was blinding, her mouth ajar from the pleasure. She panted underneath him, realizing this was the second time he did this to her. And he didn't even seem to be finished.

"You must be a damn goddess, Ophelia."

Killorn softly exhaled. He had never seen something as beautiful as her. She was too mesmerizing when she climbed down from her high.

Killorn slid back to let her breathe for a split second. He let her legs rest over his muscular thighs whilst he pulled out of her slowly and entered her quickly. She groaned whilst he hugged one of her legs, and kissed her knee. She was a trembling mess, her hips unable to stay in place. He held her down and continued to rail her.

Killorn sought pleasure in seeing movements in her stomach. He saw a faint outline each time he thrust inside of her and then pulled out. She was a wanton little thing, moaning and begging for him to fill her insides.

"Don't close your eyes, look at me," Killorn softly groaned, releasing her leg to grab her chin.

Ophelia was forced to gaze at him. She shakily glanced at their connected bodies, gasping when he suddenly pumped inside. She writhed, attempting to escape from the pleasure, but it was impossible. He grabbed her waist and made sure she was taking his full length—entirely.

"I-I can't, n-not a third t-time…" Ophelia murmured obscenities, all whilst her body resorted to clenching around him.


"Really now?" Killorn taunted whilst he rubbed her insides with his thick and pulsating member. She whimpered whilst he pummeled her.

Ophelia felt a familiar heat begin to build up. Killorn's veins bulge from his neck whilst he continued his rough pacing. She gasped, seeing the thickness of his forearm and how his vein looked like it would burst. He was so majestic that it hurt her eyes.

Killorn's pace was impossible to keep up with. He knew the right spots to thrust against, the places to hold her, and what made her body arch off the bed.

Ophelia's eyes glazed over. The friction began to build up the same ecstasy. She was squeezing him with each movement. And he was on the edge of insanity, his pupils gleaming yellow. He was pounding her so hard, she felt like he was intending to break her. And he might as well have been, for she let out a sob og pleasure.

Ophelia tried to look away, but she couldn't. His abdomen would tighten each time he pulled out. His muscles clenched everytime he penetrated her. She gasped, feeling her climax.

"O-oh, I'm s-so close… close…" Ophelia couldn't even finish her sentence.

Ophelia choked out a quiet cry as she suddenly came all over him. The sensation washed over her like a calamity, her entire body shaking again. A second later, his warm seed bursted inside of her. She tensed, unable to comprehend what just happened.

The third time.

"Ah, this is the first time we came together, my lovely wife," Killorn softly said, but the edge of his voice made her tense.

This was just the beginning. And there were many more rounds to come—all whilst his men feasted downstairs.