The banquet's echoes faded into the night as Imperial General Prince Kain and his newly wed wife, Goya, departed in their carriage, the wheels rumbling over the cobblestones toward the southern wing of the imperial palace. It was far too late to journey back to the Kilmah estate, the hour pressing heavy with unspoken expectations. Inside the dim confines of the carriage, Goya feigned sleep, her head lolling against Kain's shoulder, her body a warm weight that stirred something protective—and deeper—in him. The sway of the carriage lulled him, his arm curling around her waist to steady her, inhaling the faint rose of her perfume mingled with the night's chill seeping through the windows.
At the gate to the southern wing, the carriage halted with a creak. Kain shifted, careful not to disturb her supposed slumber, and gathered her into his arms. She was light, pliant, her curves molding against his chest as he stepped out into the torchlit courtyard. The guard at the post straightened, his eyes flickering with amusement he dared not voice as Goya's lashes fluttered open just a fraction, a sly smile curving her lips. She let out a soft giggle, the sound bubbling like champagne, and Kain's steps faltered for a heartbeat. He glanced down, meeting her sparkling gaze, but his stride didn't break.
"When did you wake? "he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with a mix of exasperation and intrigue, the tension coiling in his chest like a drawn bowstring.
Goya's giggle deepened, her arms snaking up to wrap around his neck, fingers threading into the hair at his nape. 'I never slept, my prince,' she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, sending a shiver racing down his spine. "Where are we?'
He chuckled, the sound rumbling from his throat as he carried her through the arched entrance, the weight of her body igniting a slow burn in his veins. 'The southern wing,' he replied, his tone steady despite the way her proximity made his pulse quicken. 'Ours for the night.' She smiled then, a secretive curve of her lips, and leaned back just enough to let her head rest against his shoulder again, her eyes half-lidded with playful intent.
They reached their chambers swiftly, the door swinging open to reveal the opulent space bathed in the soft glow of a single lantern—silk-draped walls, a massive bed piled with furs and pillows, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood. Kain eased her down onto her feet, his hands lingering at her hips a moment longer than necessary, the heat of her seeping through her gown. He shrugged off his heavy coat, the fabric whispering to the floor, then peeled away his gloves, flexing his fingers as if shaking off the formalities of the evening.
Goya kicked off her shoes with a careless flick, the heels tumbling aside, and flung herself onto the bed, sprawling on her side to face him. Her gown rode up slightly, exposing the smooth expanse of her calf, and she propped her head on one hand, watching him with unabashed curiosity. Kain toed off his boots, the leather thudding softly, then tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso—broad shoulders etched with the faint scars of battles past, muscles honed taut under golden skin. He joined her on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and she crawled toward him without hesitation, nestling against his chest like she belonged there.
His hand found her back, large palm tracing slow circles over the curve of her spine through the thin silk of her dress, each stroke deliberate, building a quiet friction that hummed between them. Goya giggled again, the vibration tickling his skin, and he tilted his head down, his dark eyes locking onto hers. 'What?' he asked, his voice a gravelly murmur, the question hanging heavy with the undercurrent of their shared silence.
She sat up slowly, the movement fluid and teasing, her knees bracketing his hips as she straddled his lap without warning. 'I've always wondered... what do you think of me?' Her words were soft, but they sliced through the air, charged with vulnerability and challenge. She leaned in closer, her fingers splaying over his bare chest, nails grazing lightly. 'As in, when you first saw me—what did you think?'
Kain sat up to meet her, his hands settling on her waist, thumbs pressing into the dip above her hips. The air thickened, the space between them crackling with anticipation, his body responding to her nearness with a insistent throb low in his groin. 'The first time I saw you...' He paused, letting the words draw out, watching her eyes widen with bated breath. 'You looked decent. Boring, even. Plain.'
Goya gasped, a sharp intake that made her chest heave, her lips parting in mock offense, but the spark in her eyes betrayed her thrill at the honesty. Kain chuckled, the sound dark and intimate, pulling her fractionally closer. 'That was my first impression,' he continued, his voice dropping lower, rougher. 'But after getting to know you... you're problematic. Slightly crazy.' His hand slid up her thigh, fingers digging in just enough to make her breath hitch, the muscle of his forearm flexing with veined strength. 'And beautiful. Addictively beautiful.' He squeezed, the pressure firm, possessive, sending a jolt through her that bordered on pain but bloomed into something hotter, more insistent.
Their gazes locked, the world narrowing to the heat building where their bodies touched—her core pressing against the rigid length straining his trousers, his hands mapping the soft give of her ass when she shifted. A small smile tugged at Goya's lips, her cheeks flushing under his scrutiny. 'Not bad,' she breathed, the words a sultry challenge.
Emboldened, she climbed fully onto him, swinging one leg over to straddle his hips, the friction of her grinding down on his hard cock drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. She captured his mouth in a kiss, fierce and demanding, her tongue slipping past his lips to tangle with his. Kain's hands clamped onto her ass, veiny fingers kneading the plush flesh through her gown, gripping hard enough to bruise, the sting making her whimper into the kiss—a sound of delight laced with the exquisite edge of hurt she craved. He pulled her tighter against him, the kiss deepening, all pretense stripped away in the rising tide of their hunger.
The kiss ignited like wildfire, their tongues battling in a frenzy of heat and desperation, breaths mingling in ragged gasps that filled the chamber. Kain's control snapped; his hand shot up to grip Goya's neck, fingers wrapping firmly around the slender column of her throat, pulling her back just enough to break the seal of their lips. Both panted heavily, chests heaving, the air between them thick with the scent of arousal and the faint metallic tang of impending surrender. 'This will hurt you,' he growled, his voice a low rumble laced with warning and raw hunger, his dark eyes boring into hers, pupils blown wide with lust.
Goya's lips curved into a defiant smile, her pulse hammering under his palm, but she didn't flinch. 'Seriously?' she shot back, her tone breathless yet challenging, eyes gleaming with that fearless spark he both adored and craved to tame. 'And when did I ever fear pain?'
A smirk twisted Kain's mouth, predatory and unyielding, as he surged forward. In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her back, the bed creaking under the shift of their weight. He loomed over her, his body a wall of muscle and intent, moving with deliberate roughness—his hands pinning her wrists above her head for a heartbeat, then releasing to trail down her sides, nails scraping lightly over the silk of her gown, teasing the edge of fear. He wanted to see if she'd break, if that bravado would crack under the slow build of his dominance. But Goya only arched into him, her fingers fumbling with the laces of her gown, undoing them with frantic tugs, exposing inch after inch of creamy skin to the cool air.
Kain descended again, capturing her lips in a devouring kiss, his mouth claiming hers with bruising force—teeth nipping at her lower lip until she gasped, tongue plunging deep to taste her surrender. He ground his hips against her core, the hard ridge of his cock pressing insistently through his trousers, making her squirm beneath him. Her gown fell open fully now, pooling around her waist like discarded petals, revealing the full swell of her breasts, nipples pebbled and begging for attention, the flat plane of her stomach leading down to the dark thatch between her thighs.
He pulled back abruptly, breaking the kiss with a wet pop, his breath hot against her flushed skin as he drank in the sight of her—perfect, nude, and utterly his. Her body was a masterpiece of soft curves and hidden strength, breasts rising and falling with each pant, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on her collarbone. 'Fuck,' he muttered, voice thick with reverence and possession, his gaze raking over her like a physical touch.
With a swift yank, Kain shoved his trousers down his hips, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free, long and thick, veins bulging along its length, the broad head already slick with pre-cum, throbbing with the promise of ruinous pleasure. It was a weapon forged for conquest, easily dwarfing what she'd thought it would be, and the sight of it made the air in the room feel heavier, charged with the inevitability of pain.
He reached for her ankles, dragging her body toward him across the sheets, her legs parting instinctively as she slid closer. Goya's eyes locked on his cock, widening with a potent cocktail of fear and excitement—her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat, a shiver racing through her limbs. It was massive, intimidating, the kind of size that would stretch her to her limits, tear at her edges. But god, she wanted it—all of it, the burn, the fullness, the way it would mark her as his. Swallowing hard, she pushed up on her elbows, rising to meet him, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him down into another searing kiss, her tongue demanding entry, bodies aligning in urgent need.
Kain used the distraction masterfully, one hand guiding his cock to her entrance, the thick head nudging against her slick folds, parting them with teasing pressure. She was wet, so fucking wet, her pussy clenching in anticipation, but he didn't ease in. With a guttural groan against her mouth, he thrust forward—hard, deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Goya's jaw clenched tight, a sharp cry muffled against his lips as pain lanced through her, her walls stretching impossibly around his girth, the burn like fire igniting her core. Her nails raked down his back, digging deep into the taut muscle, drawing thin lines of blood that welled hot and sticky under her fingers. The sting only fueled him; Kain didn't flinch, didn't slow, his body absorbing the pain like a vow.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, lips and teeth grazing her skin—kissing, sucking, biting marks into the tender flesh as he held still for a agonizing moment, letting her adjust to the invasion. 'That's it, take it,' he whispered hoarsely, his voice vibrating against her pulse. Then he began to move—small, shallow thrusts at first, pulling out just an inch before sliding back in, each motion deliberate, grinding against her inner walls, the friction building that exquisite agony. Goya's moans started low, throaty whimpers that escalated into desperate pleas, her body betraying her fear as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
It grew hotter, more agonizing for them both—the slap of skin on skin echoing softly, her pussy gripping him like a vice, milking his cock with every withdraw and plunge. Sweat slicked their bodies, making each thrust smoother, deeper, the pain morphing into a heady burn that blurred the line between torment and bliss. Kain's pace quickened, hips snapping forward with increasing ferocity, his hands bruising her thighs as he spread her wider, angling to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. 'Fuck,' he grunted, teeth sinking into her shoulder, drawing a gasp from her as she bucked up to meet him.
Goya's legs wrapped around his waist, The hunger consumed them—raw, primal, her nails carving deeper furrows down his back, his cock pounding into her with relentless hunger, the heat building to a fever pitch. She came first, shattering around him with a keening cry, her pussy convulsing, walls fluttering and squeezing his length in waves of ecstasy that bordered on pain. Kain followed soon after, thrusting erratically as his release hit, cock pulsing deep inside her, flooding her with hot spurts of cum that overflowed, trickling down her thighs.
But they didn't stop. He flipped her again, pulling her onto all fours, slamming back in from behind, the new angle letting him go even deeper, his hands fisting in her hair as he rutted into her like a man possessed. Pain and pleasure intertwined, their bodies slick and spent yet insatiable, chasing that burn until exhaustion claimed them, collapsed in a tangle of limbs and whispered curses of adoration.