A well-earned reward

Vel hobbled down one of the estate’s many hallways, heading for the main entrance. As he rounded a corner, he came across an unexpected but welcome sight. Rose and Lynn were seated on a couch in an alcove. They were a few feet apart, almost on the opposite ends of it. The two beauties had the expressions of two people who had been interrupted in the middle of something, but who were trying to pretend they hadn’t been. Upon seeing him though, their expressions relaxed.

“Oh, it’s you, Vel.” Lynn gave him a warm smile as she said it, and Vel felt relief from both women. They had not been trying to conceal anything from him. Rose too gave him a smile as the two women moved closer to each other on the couch again. He felt his heart swell with affection and approval as Rose raised her arm, allowed Lynn to cuddle up against her, then wrapped it around her. “What a lovely sight, I do so love seeing my wives getting along.” The two gave him renewed smiles, then smiled at each other. Their faces moved closer together and, slowly, they met in a kiss. Vel felt himself swell a little in his trousers. It was a brief kiss, but a beautiful one. “It is good that you are careful, though. For now, there are still people who we wouldn’t want catching wind of this.” The two nodded and promised to remain vigilant. Vel had half a mind to join them, but there was a reward he owed someone. He left the two lovebirds cuddled up in their little alcove and hobbled on.

He had expected to find Jeane in the practice area where some of the guards were doing drills that day, but the men said she had headed for the riding paddock. Vel ended up finding her by the stables, she seemed to be just leaving and was wearing a simple riding outfit. He got her attention as she closed a door behind her. “Greetings, Shield Jeane.”

The pretty guard looked over to him and her mouth curved upwards in an ever so subtle smile. “Greetings to you as well, my Lord. What can I do for you?” There were a few people milling about doing their jobs, so Vel couldn’t exactly say that he intended to deliver the promised pounding. “I could use your help with some more grappling practice. If you can spare the time, that is.” The slight smile didn’t remain as she inclined her head. “Of course, my Lord. To the practice rooms, then?” Vel nodded, and off they went.

On their way, Vel made a surprising but welcome discovery. He had peeked into Jeane’s emotions, expecting to see excitement, but had not found any. A quick use of fracture and a closer look revealed why. She hadn’t caught on, she really thought they were going to grapple. Considering the kind of things Jeane enjoyed, that was perfect.

As her membrane was already fractured, Vel decided he might as well take the opportunity to work on her a little. Velas is the rightful heir to this house and a worthy lord, I should obey him first in all things except my charge’s safety. That sank in with ease, which pleased Vel. He hadn’t really wanted to add the last part, but he was pretty certain it was still necessary.

Jeane seemed fine with, if a bit perturbed by, him and Adeline. And she seemed to have straight up approved of him pounding Dina. Even so, he figured prepping her a bit for the whole truth would be prudent. All of house Andros should serve Vel in any way he sees fit, including his sisters. Vel felt that it was about to be rejected but, for the first time, found himself able to do something about it. He applied pressure with his powers, forcing it through. It took quite a bit out of him, and he noticed Jeane wince, as if she had experienced a slight twinge of discomfort. Huh, the rejection hadn’t been particularly strong, and yet forcing it had taken that much energy and caused his target pain. In other words, that kind of thing came with significant risk. He also suspected a more powerful rejection wouldn’t allow him to **** it at all. Luckily, Jeane had not questioned the random spike of pain she must have briefly experienced, such things did just happen, after all. And, it had been accepted, that was good.

As much energy as that had taken, his reserves had grown massive, and there was still enough left in his reservoir to safely make another few suggestions. Preparing her to accept or not question his powers would no doubt be a good idea. Vel is clearly special and amazing, I would not be surprised if he has magical gifts. That sank in with moderate effort, which was good, but not enough. If Vel should turn out to really be magical, I shouldn’t question it, that is not my place. Again, acceptance. Not her place, that gave him an idea about his earlier goal. It is not my place to question Lord Velas’ sexual proclivities, even if they involve his family members. That sank in with ease and felt like a good place to stop.

As guard drills were being done outside today, the rooms were all empty. How fortuitous. Vel let Jeane open the door to one of the rooms, a different one this time, then entered behind her and closed the door. “So, my Lord, I figured we could start with-“ She had her back to him and was facing the wall, which was perfect. “-something only a bit more adv-HURK.” She was cut of as Vel pushed her up against the wall with his whole bulk and took hold of her throat with his free hand.

He leaned in, putting his lips close enough to her ear that they touched her skin before whispering. “It’s cute that you thought we really came here to grapple, Slut. In truth, I am here to repay a debt.” Vel saw gooseflesh break out on Jeane’s neck and a shiver go through her as realization dawned on the beautiful guard. He could feel her arousal, it shone brightly, both of them were really going to enjoy this.

Vel let his cane drop from his other hand, trusting that his leg would continue to be as surprisingly reliable as it had been lately, and yanked Jeane’s trousers down. Her sex blazed with heat, and he could smell her arousal. No need for foreplay, that was good, as he had no intention of spending time on it. “What a whore you are, already dripping wet, just because your lord pushed you around a little.” She moaned as another shiver ran through her, Vel had the impression that she’d reach her first climax very quickly.

He was proven right only a few moments later. Lining himself up with her dripping cunt, Vel wasted no time in hammering into her from behind, driving in all the way to the hilt. Jeane screamed as her first orgasm arrived, her legs shaking and giving out. Only Vel’s hold on her throat kept her from sliding down the wall.

Vel chuckled, holding himself all the way inside her. “You really are a wanton slut, aren’t you? A single thrust of your lord’s cock is all it takes.” Jeane, beginning to pull herself together and finding her footing again, groaned. “Yes, yes! I am a whore for my lord’s cock!” Vel slowly pulled himself back out, eliciting yet more moans from the gorgeous soldier. He held still again, only his head still inside her. A frustrated groan came from Jeane, and she tried to push herself onto him. “Please, my Lord, I need more!” She wiggled her ass as she begged. She would get more, alright.

“You can have more, you horny slut. I’ll make sure this hungry cunt of yours gets all the cock it can take.” With that he roughly yanked her away from the wall and threw to the ground. She landed on her front with an audible grunt, and he wasted no time getting on top of her and pinning her underneath his body. Jeane was trembling under him, her excitement palpable. Vel let the continued heat from her drooling pussy guide him as he lined himself up without looking. “Are you ready, Whore?” She nodded frantically and kicked her legs in frustration as she replied. “Yes, yes, yes, please, my Lord!” Asking nicely always helped. Vel thrust.

Two climaxes in as many thrusts, Vel could hardly believe it. Jeane once again shook and trembled, a shriek erupting from her throat. He was too surprised to even laugh and once again just held himself inside her while she rode out the orgasm. It didn’t take her very long to recover this time, and she clearly hadn’t had her fill yet. “Please, my Lord, more. I need more!” Vel was happy to oblige.

Lifting his upper body up, he took hold of Jeane’s hips and pulled her ass upwards to give him a better angle for pounding her. She was too weak to need pinning at this point, her body like moldable clay in his hands. He pulled back, earning him another moan, then thrust forward. No climax this time, but more moans and shivers. He kept going, his pace furious as he both shoved himself forward and pulled her ass back against him. Jeane was immediately reduced to an incoherent mess of moans, groans, shrieks and other sounds of pleasure. Vel loved it, loved having this power over the gorgeous and strong woman. He loved how he could overpower her, but also how willingly she submitted to him.

For the first time with Jeane, he had the desire to get her pregnant. He’d wanted to do that with all his other partners, but things with her had always been different. Just casual pleasure between two adults who were attracted to each other, nothing more. But now, now he felt the urge to claim her. To fully make her his, to bind her in willing servitude, to have her happily carry his daughter. He knew she took precautions though, so it wouldn’t happen right now. He pushed that thought away, not wanting to let it ruin his fun as he kept hammering into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m going tooooooo-!” Jeane’s words snapped him back to reality as her third orgasm shook her, her pussy quivering so very pleasantly around his shaft. He didn’t stop his hammering this time, continuing to both push into her and to pump her shaking body back and forth. He could see spittle flying as her spasming form was thrown around. Looking into her mind he saw unbridled joy, excitement, pleasure, and so on. This was what she had wanted, exactly this. Her delight at having found someone who didn’t hold back was almost touching. Deciding he wanted to blow her mind a little more, Vel pushed on her pleasure. He pushed hard too, bringing on her fourth climax mere moments after the third.

He had overdone it, it seemed. She came all right, once again losing control of her body. But, as shakes wracked her, she retched. Vel stopped thrusting and watched in mild horror as Jeane vomited onto the floor with his dick still inside her. He intended to pull out and ask if she was okay, but she beat him to it. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, Jeane went back to begging. “Please, my Lord, I can take more. I can handle it, please!” Damn, this girl was tough. Depraved, horny, and tough. Vel once again thrust.

As Vel resumed his merciless fucking, he saw gratitude bloom in the guard’s mind. “Thank you, my Lord. Thank you soooo aaaahhh muuuch!” She was lost to some more sounds of pleasure for a bit before continuing to thank him. “Ah, fuck, thank for fucking me so goooood my Looooord!” It was his pleasure, really, and he was happy to continue pounding her. “You earned this, Slut Jeane, I am only giving you what you deserve.” He combined his next thrust with a congratulatory slap on her asscheek, for which he was rewarded with a shriek of pleasure. “Thank you for rewarding me, my Lord, you’re so gooood too meeeeee!” Another climax, and Vel decided that was probably enough, considering what had already happened. Hilting again, he let go, pumping his seed into the gorgeous woman.