❤Skarlet being claimed by us❤

After the Lin Kuei warriors departed, silence gradually settled over the throne room. The echo of armoured footsteps faded beyond the great doors until only two people remained within the vast chamber.

"You do realise you were rather generous with them, don't you?" Skarlet remarked as she emerged from the shadows beside the throne. Her crimson eyes lingered on the doors through which the Lin Kuei had disappeared. "More generous than I expected."

Fenrir leaned back slightly, watching the entrance for another brief moment before smiling. "I don't see why they'd bite the hand that's helping them."

"I don't believe they will," she admitted. "Kuai Liang strikes me as a man of honour, and Smoke follows his conscience before any master. Even so..." She folded her arms. "You surrendered quite a bit without demanding much in return."

Kind.

The word still felt foreign whenever she associated it with herself. Once, compassion had been nothing more than a weakness to exploit. Shao Kahn had forged her into a weapon, not a woman. Yet somewhere between serving the new emperor and learning to live beside people who treated her as something more than a blade, that certainty had begun to erode.

She remained blunt. She still possessed little patience for fools, and Erron's irreverent humour regularly tested what little restraint she had cultivated. Yet she no longer dismissed everyone around her as beneath notice. She listened now. She observed. She found herself wanting to understand rather than simply eliminate.

It was an unsettling realisation. Perhaps Fenrir had changed more than Outworld; perhaps he had changed her.
Still, her opinion remained unchanged.

"You bargained with them," she continued calmly, "but I believe you could have extracted considerably more from the exchange."

Fenrir's smile widened with genuine curiosity rather than amusement.

"Is that so?" he asked. "Then tell me, Councillor. What would you have done differently?"

She blinked once, then again. There it was once more; he genuinely wanted her counsel. Not because she had once been Shao Kahn's assassin or because she was useful to him.

But because he valued what she thought.

The realisation stirred something warm inside her chest. It was still difficult to grow accustomed to. Respect had always been demanded through fear. Here...it was given freely. Perhaps it was because of what she had confessed to him only days earlier. Their relationship had steadily deepened; or perhaps he truly believed her opinions carried weight equal to those of Ermac, Barong, Carkas, Kitana or Jade.

No. She knew him well enough by now. He would never offer empty praise merely to comfort her. That wasn't who he was.

Straightening her posture, she answered without hesitation. "I would have secured their services permanently."

Fenrir raised an eyebrow. "As Shao Kahn once did with Sektor?"

"Precisely." Her voice carried neither admiration nor nostalgia. Only practicality. "The alliance itself was one of Shao Kahn's better political decisions. The Lin Kuei possessed skills no army could replicate. Intelligence gathering. Assassination. Sabotage. Their usefulness was undeniable." She paused briefly. "The execution, however...was flawed."
Fenrir rested an elbow against the throne. "Go on."

"Shao Kahn relied upon obligation and payment." Her gaze remained fixed ahead. "He believed loyalty could be purchased."

"It often can."

"For a time," she corrected. "Not forever." She turned toward him. "The Lin Kuei served because Sektor benefited from the arrangement. Had Outworld conquered Earthrealm, Sektor had already prepared contingencies to betray his own world in exchange for greater influence."

Fenrir's expression darkened ever so slightly. "So he truly intended to invade despite the outcome of the tournament."
"Yes." She did not enjoy admitting it. "It was already being prepared before the tournaments ended."

Fenrir slowly nodded. "I suspected as much." Silence lingered for a moment before he asked another question. "Tell me honestly, Skarlet." She met his eyes. "Would you trust mercenaries with your future?"

She answered almost immediately. "I wouldn't." Then the meaning behind his question reached her. "...Ah." A small grin tugged at the corner of Fenrir's mouth. She exhaled quietly. "I would only have gained temporary obedience."

"Exactly." He rose from the throne, descending the steps at an unhurried pace. "Gold creates contracts." He stopped beside one of the enormous banners depicting the twin wolves. "Respect creates loyalty." His fingers brushed the edge of the embroidered cloth. "If I chained the Lin Kuei to Outworld with coin or obligation, they'd spend every day looking for a way to free themselves."

He looked back at her. "But if they leave here believing they were treated with honesty..." His smile returned. "...then one day they'll choose to stand beside us without being asked."

Skarlet studied him quietly. It was such a simple distinction, yet one Shao Kahn had never understood. "You invested in the future."

"I intend to remain emperor for a very long time." A faint chuckle escaped him. "I should probably start planting seeds instead of borrowing harvests."

She couldn't suppress the small smile forming on her own lips. "You truly are clever."

"I've been accused of worse."

She rolled her eyes, though amusement softened the gesture. "I believe Ermac and Barong were correct."

"Oh?"

"They insist your greatest weapon isn't your sword."

Fenrir feigned surprise. "I was hoping they'd say my looks."

That earned him a quiet laugh. "The sword comes second."

He placed a hand dramatically over his chest. "Now that one hurts."

Her laughter grew a little warmer before fading into comfortable silence. After a moment, she tilted her head. "There's still one thing I don't understand."

"I'm listening."

"You required them to swear loyalty to Earthrealm instead of Outworld."

"Yes."

"You gained nothing from that."

"I gained exactly what I wanted." She looked at him, confused. Fenrir folded his arms. "The Lin Kuei belong to Earth." His answer carried complete certainty. "They lost sight of that under Sektor." He looked toward the distant horizon beyond the throne room windows. "Raiden will eventually need them again."

She pondered for a second, then she spoke. "And you wanted that decision to come from them."

He nodded, returning to his place on the throne. "If I demanded they serve me, I'd only repeat Shao Kahn's mistake." His gaze drifted toward her. "They deserve to choose who they become."

Skarlet found herself smiling once more. "That was...unexpectedly noble."

"Careful." He grinned. "My reputation might suffer."

She shook her head, amused. "No." Her voice softened almost unconsciously. "I think your reputation is becoming exactly what it should be."

Their eyes remained locked for several quiet seconds; the vast throne room suddenly felt much smaller. She discreetly scanned every balcony, doorway and corridor surrounding them. All alone, they were.

Satisfied, she stepped closer. Then closer still, until only a breath separated them. Without saying a word, she slowly lowered herself onto the throne on top of him, settling across his lap with effortless confidence. One arm slipped loosely around the back of his shoulders while the other rested lightly against his chest. Her crimson eyes searched his face; there was no hesitation. Only affection.

Fenrir looked up at her, one hand naturally finding her waist to steady her. His smile became softer. "Any particular reason for this?"

Skarlet brushed a few strands of his dark hair behind his ear almost absentmindedly. "I honestly couldn't tell you." Her fingertips lingered there for a moment. "I simply wanted to be close." The admission escaped more easily than she expected. She had never imagined herself saying such words to anyone. Not after everything Shao Kahn had made her believe she was. Yet here she was, choosing closeness over distance. Trust over suspicion. Warmth over solitude.

Fenrir's thumb traced a slow circle against her side. "You realise," he murmured, "you're flirting with me."

“Is that so?” She said with a smirk. “I haven’t noticed. I think an apology is in order then.”

Skarlet blushed at that; indeed, she was being forward. Perhaps the fear of rejection, now gone, made her subconsciously confident that there would be no issue with trying stunts like this. It was even more obvious with how she spoke to him now, less professional. Flirtier, as lovers that was. She couldn’t help herself; she felt safe around him. She enjoyed those moments with him too much to just let them fade away slowly. She knew the dangers of what she was doing, yet she didn’t care. It felt good. It felt right.

She knew how much of an effect he had on her. Her whole-body temperature rose just thinking about him. How she woke at nights after dreaming about him, warm and soaking below. Yet she didn’t want to push those thoughts and sensations away anymore; she let them in. Accepting them as something part of the person she was now, of the person she was choosing to be. Skarlet; The assassin, bodyguard and hidden blade of the emperor. No longer a tool, but a person. And, what made her heart beat even faster, her lover.

Those thoughts felt even better knowing how much influence she had on him as well. She could feel the bulge on his pants grow while she sat on top of him. On how it was poking her, wanting to claim her. She leaned into it; the thought was too hot to not act on it. Slowly, she aligned herself nearby, then with seduction, she moved. Rubbing the cloth covering her bottom all along the length of his hard-on.

Fenrir shivered, helping her move with his hands. Supporting her movement. Then in a sultry tone he said, “Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

She bit her lower lip at the tone of his voice. Raspy. Seductive and luring. Dangerous. Yet she leaned more and more in. “I’m comfortable. My seat seems to be quite responsive though.”

Fenrir chuckled. “Then perhaps I should provide an even better response just to be sure I’m not lacking in my hospitality.” With that, he kissed her. Their kiss was hungry, passionate. Almost desperate. Their tongues danced inside their mouths; they devoured each other's lips hungrily. Skarlet's movements didn’t cease; instead, they became more pronounced. Soft moans escaped her lips as they kissed.

After a good while, they broke the kiss, and her movements finally ceased, but not her appetite for more. She bit her lower lip; her eyes were connected to his. Never leaving his sight.

"So..."

"Hm?" She said, pleased.

"Would you like to continue stealing your emperor's attention somewhere with fewer witnesses?"
She laughed softly. "I thought you would never ask." She rose gracefully from his lap and offered him her hand.
He accepted it without hesitation. Their fingers intertwined naturally. No words were needed after that.

Together, they quietly left the throne room, disappearing into the palace corridors side by side, carrying with them a rare moment of peace before duty inevitably called them back once more.

---

Once they entered Skarlet's chambers, Fenrir found himself unexpectedly pausing just beyond the doorway. Not because something was wrong. Rather, because there was almost... nothing.

The room was immaculate. Every surface had been cleaned to perfection, every object resting precisely where it belonged. The bed occupied one corner, its blankets folded with military precision. A handful of wall torches cast a warm amber glow over the otherwise barren chamber. Beside the far wall rested a single wooden table accompanied by a solitary chair. Unlike everything else, the tabletop was crowded with whetstones, lockpicks, disassembled daggers, alchemical vials, metal fragments and carefully maintained tools. A craftsman's station. A place where blades were sharpened, hidden mechanisms refined, and the instruments of assassination meticulously cared for.

Everything else was empty. No paintings, banners, ornaments or books unrelated to combat or blood magic. Nothing that hinted at the woman who slept within these walls.

It was a room built solely for function, a room stripped of personality. One that reflected exactly what Shao Kahn had wanted Skarlet to become. A weapon.

Fenrir remained silent for several long seconds, slowly taking it all in.

Skarlet noticed. "Is something wrong?" she asked, stopping beside him. There was no insecurity in her voice, only genuine curiosity. She followed his gaze around the chamber, searching for whatever had caught his attention.
He blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts. "No... nothing's wrong." He smiled apologetically. "Just...surprised."
She tilted her head ever so slightly. "Surprised?"

"I imagined..." He scratched the back of his neck, carefully choosing his words. "I don't know. Something more... personal."

Her brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

Fenrir looked around once more before meeting her eyes. "Have you ever thought about decorating your room?"
The question genuinely caught her off guard. She blinked, then again. "...No." A brief silence followed. "Should I?"
The sincerity behind the question struck him harder than he expected. "Only if you want to," he answered gently. "It's your room, Skarlet. It should feel like yours."

She looked around as though seeing the chamber for the first time. Mine...The word echoed strangely inside her mind. Had she ever truly owned anything? Not her home or body. Not even her future. Everything she had ever possessed had existed to better serve Shao Kahn. There had never been room for preference; there was never room for... herself.

Fenrir watched countless thoughts pass behind her crimson eyes before he spoke again, his voice softer than before. "Tell me something." She looked back at him. "What do you enjoy?"

The question sounded almost absurd. "What?"

"What makes you happy?" he elaborated with an encouraging smile. "Besides mastering blood magic or sharpening daggers."

She opened her mouth to answer...and found nothing. Silence settled over the room, not because she refused to answer, but because she genuinely didn't know. Her entire life had revolved around becoming stronger. More efficient. She searched through years of memories, missions, campaigns and travels across Outworld. Most of them blurred together into endless assignments.

Kill.
Report.
Protect.
Repeat.

Yet somewhere beneath all that discipline...one memory remained. Sun Do, years ago. She had been escorting Shao Kahn during one of the city's seasonal celebrations. While waiting outside a merchant district, something had briefly stolen her attention.

A small flower stall.

She remembered standing there for only a moment before duty called her away. She remembered wondering how something so delicate could flourish within one of Outworld's harshest realms. She could still recall their fragrance, colour and quiet beauty.

She had wanted to stop, to ask questions. Perhaps even buy one. Instead...She walked away. Because assassins did not stop to admire flowers. "...Roses." The answer came so quietly she almost didn't hear herself say it.

Fenrir smiled. "Roses?"

She nodded, looking faintly embarrassed. "I've... always found them beautiful."

"And you've never bought one?"

She lowered her gaze. "I never thought I was allowed to." Those words lingered heavily between them.

Fenrir's smile slowly faded, replaced by quiet understanding. "You are now. I'll ask Jade to help you."
She looked back up. "Jade?"

"She knows more about plants than anyone else I know." He chuckled softly. "If I tried choosing flowers myself, I'd probably return with poisonous weeds."

Despite herself, Skarlet laughed. A genuine one. "I don't think you're that hopeless."

"You clearly overestimate me."

Another quiet laugh escaped her. It felt... nice, comfortable. Safe. "You would do that?" she asked after a moment. "For me?"

Fenrir looked genuinely confused. "Of course."

"...Why?" The laughter disappeared from her face. Her crimson eyes searched his, almost desperately. "Why are you always like this?" He remained silent; she slowly stepped closer until only a small distance separated them. Her fingers rose almost unconsciously, the back of her hand gently brushing against his cheek. It was an impossibly gentle gesture coming from someone once feared throughout Outworld as Shao Kahn's deadliest assassin. "What do you gain from this?" she whispered.

"From listening?"

"From caring." Her voice carried no accusation; Only confusion. "I don't understand you."

Fenrir closed his eyes briefly beneath her touch; he had never truly asked himself that question. Even after he had passed through so much suffering, he still took the righteous path. Not because he was someone religious who followed some kind of imposed code, but because it was the right thing to do. Being kind and just was something that was part of who he was. He had lost comrades, friends and family...people he had loved. He had every reason to become bitter, to distrust. To stop caring. Yet somehow...He never had. When he finally answered, there was complete certainty in his voice. "Because it's the right thing to do."

She frowned. "That's all?"

He nodded. "I don't help people because I expect something in return."

"But..."

"Kindness isn't a transaction." His hand gently rose, resting beneath her chin before lifting it ever so slightly so their eyes met again. "It's a choice."

She remained perfectly still. "I don't understand how someone can live like that."

"I don't always succeed." A faint smile crossed his face. "I had mistakes. I tend to fail from time to time. Sometimes I lose my temper. I've wanted revenge more times than I'd like to admit." He chuckled. "I'm hardly a saint. But every morning..." he continued, "...I get another chance to choose who I want to be."

Those words settled deep within her heart, not because they were profound. Because they were honest. He wasn't kind because life had been easy. He was kind despite everything life had done to him. That...was his strength.

Slowly, pieces finally began fitting together inside her mind. Fenrir had never tried to change her. He had never demanded she become softer. Or gentler. Or someone else entirely. He had simply treated her like a person. Listened. Encouraged...Waited.

The rest...She had done herself.

She had chosen to question, learn, forgive and love. That realisation brought an unexpected warmth to her chest. The kindness she admired so much in him...was no longer something she merely witnessed. It had quietly begun taking root inside her as well.

A small smile appeared on her lips. "I want to know you, Fen." His eyes softened. "I want to understand who you are." She took one final step closer. "And... perhaps by doing that..." Her voice trembled ever so slightly. "...I'll finally discover who I am."

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke; there was nothing left that words could improve. Fenrir answered the only way his heart knew how. He leaned forward, slowly closing the remaining distance between them. Their lips met in a tender kiss.

Skarlet returned the kiss without hesitation. Her fingers gently curled against the fabric of his cloth as though grounding herself in the moment. The tension she had carried for years seemed to melt away little by little, replaced by something unfamiliar, yet profoundly comforting.

Skarlet allowed her right hand to stay free into a small fist, trying to maintain balance as her legs and body felt weak from the sheer powerful sensation that coursed all over her body.

What followed was as expected. Skarlet removed Fenrir's shirt, opening it up, revealing his toned chest. She caressed it, admiring the form of his muscles, chest and abdomen. Then, she returned the favour. She removed her top and bra, revealing her hard breasts to him.

Fenrir stared at her for a moment, mesmerised by her gorgeous form. Her dark crimson hair cascaded down her neck and fell to her shoulder on one side, accompanying her beautiful features. Her perky breasts were a sight to behold now freed. Perhaps they were not as big as Mileena’s, yet they were just as beautiful. Skarlet couldn’t help but blush at his stare. “You are beautiful.” He spoke, flabbergasted at her.

Skarlet blushed crimson. “Thank you.” She could only answer. “You are very handsome as well, my emperor.” Skarlet closed the distance again, as if needing to gather more air from the kisses.

Fenrir's hand lay on her hips, resting with care. By now, the upper half of their clothing was gone. Coldness was never an issue as their bodies adjusted themselves to the rising heat.

Fenrir broke the kiss for a second, “You got nothing to be ashamed of; you have a beautiful body, Skarlet.” He whispered in between kisses.

Skarlet could only lean in more as a response, the sound of his voice warming her as much as it excited her. Fenrir's hand lowered from her hips, resting now on her rear. Skarlet loved where this was going; arching her back just enough for him to have a better grip of her, and her bottom pronounced.

“I love everything about you,” Fenrir said in a raspy voice, putting his hands inside the fabric of her leggings. Squeezing her cheeks with passion. “Your voice. Your face.” Each word carried another possessively passionate squeeze. Skarlet could only moan as he kissed her neck and explored her body. His hands fully enveloping her back, claiming her. “Your hair, the mesmerising colour of it. Your body.”

“Gods…” She moaned. “It’s too much...” Yet she didn’t push away; instead, she invited him in more and more. With her hands, and a small sway from her hips, she lowered her pants. Only her black lingerie remained as his hands continued to claim her. Now only one piece of cloth remained.

Minutes passed as they stayed in that position; the heat grew with anticipation. Then finally Skarlet spoke; “Fen…” She said, “I want you.” The words came out almost involuntarily to her, yet they were the correct ones.

“I want you to Skar…” He answered. The girl didn’t waste a second, lowering herself and unbuttoning his belt. Once she reached his underpants, she smirked, seeing the bulge that formed underneath them. It was just as she had imagined, and felt a couple of minutes ago in the throne. She passed her hand above it, caressing it, testing if it was truly real. Then, he lowered them. Revealing his hard-on in all of his glory.

Skarlet's eyes widened; amazement mixed with shock, that was what Fenrir could only decipher from her reaction. Skarlet looked at it with interest; it wasn’t her first, but it was certainly the best one she had ever seen. Its length and girth combined perfectly; intoxicating and alluring for her.

“Everything alright down there?” He asked; he was not surprised by her reaction. It had become rather common for him. He knew he was well-endowed. Yet, it always amazed him how they reacted to it. Sometimes the reaction was hungry, like Kitana’s; sometimes it was joyful, like Jade’s, or a mix of both, like Mileena’s. This time it was a little more unique; it was a reaction that made him smile. Skarlet’s reaction could only be described as cute, charming even. She seemed genuinely curious about how he had managed to “acquire” something like that.

She blinked; the trance she was in broke almost immediately at his words. “Oh, sorry.” She said with a blush. “I was just…admiring the view.” She said, almost shy of her forwardness. “You very well-endowed Fenrir.”

Fenrir smirked at the compliment; he moved his hand towards her head, gently caressing it. Skarlet gripped the girth of his manhood, moving her hand up and down slowly. Skarlet enjoyed the warmth her touch gave him, how his slick skin felt under her palm. She moved faster and faster in a steady rhythm by now, biting her lower lip as she did. She raised her head, looking at him, requesting something she dared not say. Fenrir caught it and spoke, “You want to taste it?”

She kept quiet, yet the intensity of her blush and her lips said otherwise. She nodded affirmingly.

“Then be my guest, gorgeous.” He said with a hungry smile.

Skarlet closed the distance, approaching slowly with precision. Then, reciprocating the hunger, she took him in her mouth. First, she only took his tip in, adapting to his size and taste, one that was most enjoyable. Sooner than later, and before she had even realized, she began to move along his length. Taking him almost fully sometimes. Her tongue danced with her movements, surrounding his skin and covering it in her saliva.

Fenrir shivered from that sensation, his legs trembling from the sheer force of it. Finally, Skarlet picked up the pace; the steady rhythm became a fast one, a hungry one. She wanted to take him fully, leave him dry and finally taste and satiate her thirst.

“Fuck…yeah just like that babe. Devour that cock.” He moaned in raspy breaths.

Skarlet moaned in reply, her mouth still full of him. Fenrir, in that moment, decided to help her. She grabbed the back of her head gently and began pushing it downwards onto him at the same speed she was taking him.

Skarlet didn’t push back; instead, she seemed to relish it. Enjoying the rough treatment from her lover, not trying to hurt her but to heighten both of the growing sensations that course through them. Skarlet pulled back for a second, gasping for air but with a smile on her face as she continued to stroke him.

She looked at him with a hungry look. “I didn’t think you would do that.” She added with a smirk at the end.

Fenrir returned that same expression. “I’m full of surprises. Didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked kindly. She shook her head. Relieved, he added, “Did you enjoy it?”

“I did…” She said, blushing harder than ever. Almost shy in how open she was being. “I like it when you take control like that.”

It was now the emperor’s turn to blush in that moment. “Oh.” Then he tried to comfort her, in a way that she wouldn’t feel ashamed of her preferences in bed. “Well then, I guess I will have to make a good performance then.”

She chuckled, then stood up, grabbing his hand, pulling him closer. “I had said it before; I agree with Jade that you are indeed foolish,” She kissed him once again. “But I do enjoy that from you, Fenrir.” He pulled him towards the bed softly. Slowly, she lay on the bed, spreading her legs for him. “I’m ready; I want you.”

Fenrir's heart warmed at those words; they sounded so pure in nature. He slowly removed her lingerie. He made sure this was a moment she would never forget. Taking it one step at a time, making sure she was truly ready for him and, above all, enjoy it.

After all, this was her night.

Fenrir kissed all along her legs, moving slowly upwards to her thighs. Skarlet moaned softly, biting her finger as he approached her entrance. She couldn’t believe how considerate he was, yet she lingered in that sensation for as long as she could.

Once Fenrir reached her wet folds, he didn’t miss a step. He used his fingers to stimulate her entrance, adding to it his tongue. The combination of the oral treatment Skarlet received made her moan louder, pushing her head backwards on the mattress, her hair cascading along it. The sensations became too much for her; she felt her climax approaching, so this time she took the lead. Pushing his head downwards, and in return his tongue went deeper inside of her.

“There! Right there!” She could only state. The sensations became too strong to hold. Skarlet moaned as her walls tightened, releasing all of it in pure bliss. “Gods…” She said in between breaths.

Fenrir stood up and aligned himself towards her entrance, teasing it.

“Put it in.” She spoke. “I can’t take this anymore. I need you inside. I want you to claim me, Emperor. Make me yours, Fen.”

That was all he needed to hear. With certainty, he entered. Skarlet gasped as he made his way inside of her; the sensory overload of being stretched made her bite her finger harder. Yet it didn’t hurt, at least not as much as it should. Instead, it felt good rather quickly; her walls quickly adjusted to his size, allowing him to find his way inside of her with ease. The passionate movements sent pure pleasure throughout her core.

Skarlet loved every second of it. The position she chose, missionary, was the right one for the moment. She could feel him deeper and deeper inside of her with each slow, adjusting thrust he made. Then, he began to turn them into a steady rhythm of pumps. “Shit, you are tight, Skar.” He spoke. Skarlet blushed at the tender nickname he had given her. His voice alone made her hornier, more passionate.

“I’m not…You are big, Fen.” She moaned at the sight below. The sight of her juices easing his way in was intoxicating. “Fuck, you are stretching me so good.” She pulled her head backwards, trying her best not to cum again.

Yet Fenrir didn’t stop for a moment; he closed the distance between their faces as he increased his pace. Skarlet pulled his face down, kissed him with such hunger and passion that the world seemed to bend before them, only to provide pleasure rather than doubt.

Skarlet's moans became ragged, accompanying each powerful pump. She felt claimed. Her body was fully his now. Her love had found the person who it wanted to be shared with.

“Cum for me, Skar; I want to see you come undone,” Fenrir said, his raspy and sultry voice becoming too much to bear for her. Fenrir devoured her neck with passionate kisses along its length, pushing himself fully as he did. Skarlet gripped his toned back, her nails scratching his back. With a powerful, blissful cry, she came undone. Her walls tightened all around his shaft, a trap any other man would have exploded in his place. But he was not them.

Fenrir, once again, didn’t waste a step. He turned her around, and in that moment, he entered once again. Proneboning her with deep and powerful thrusts, the roundness of her cheeks fully devouring his cock. Skarlet moaned; a grin produced on her lips. Loving when he took control, she didn’t know why she liked this so much. But it felt too good to deny. Her moans became louder, more pronounced and in shorter lengths. Each powerful thrust felt like a new sensation discovered. “Gods! Yes!” she whimpered, “Fuck me just like that!” Her voice reached a higher pitch, hungry for him. “Claim my pussy!”

Fenrir gave her what she wanted, taking her rougher and more passionate. His pace was as fast as he could go, and his pumps as powerful and deep as they could be. Skarlet's cheeks reddened from the passionate lovemaking. He grabbed her chin, lifting it possessively. “You like it when I fuck you like this, Skar? Filling you whole, stretching you fully.”

Skarlet moaned even harder when he spoke, his words a horny melody to her ears. “YES! I love it when you claim me like this, emperor! I’m such a slut for your cock! Only yours. Ruin me please.”

As if his own body replied for him, he went faster than ever. Her horny words made him want to claim her more and more. “You are mine, Skar, mine alone.” He said, kissing her on the lips.

“YES! I’M YOURS. PLEASE FILL ME UP!” She released a guttural moan; she couldn’t hold it any longer. Cumming for what felt like a third time.

“Fuck yes! Take it all!” He said as her walls contracted around him. Wave after wave of rum released inside her wet folds, the deepest they could go. Fenrir kissed her as he came undone with her, holding her hand. Their fingers intertwined with each other.

Once finished, he pulled out, falling on top of her softly. Skarlet didn’t protest; she was too focused on recovery to bother. Besides, she liked the warmth he provided. No cum leaked out of her; it was all too deep to come out.

In ragged breaths, Fenrir said, “That was amazing.” Skarlet could only agree by releasing a blissful hum. Then he chuckled. “For a moment you got lost there.”

She blushed, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why that happens.” She answered honestly. “Something took hold of me; it felt too good to push away.” He chuckled nervously. Afraid he saw her as weird.

Fenrir caressed his head with hers tenderly. “Hey,” he said in a tender tone. “I liked it. I thought you looked beautiful.”
She turned around, looking him in the eyes. For a moment, she didn’t speak, only stared at his gorgeous eyes. Then, without a second thought, she kissed him deeper than ever. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

Fenrir smiled at her, caressing her cheek. “I love you too.”

Then they lay there, enjoying the warmth of their bodies and the afterglow. Falling deep into sleep, their dreams turning this moment into a long-lasting memory.