He sat there like asking, surrounded by his harem. Surrounded by females wanting to please him. He looked at them with an arrogance of a king down his subjects, offering them what they wanted as they pleasured him. They wanted to be fucked, but he had them already, had already possessed them, owned them, built their orgasms and made them cum. Whereas his member, his cock, remained furiously hard. They tried to sooth him, licking his cock like kittens in heat, but nothing helped, nothing made him cum. So he looked at them with disdain, as if they were worthless, besides they were worth nothing to him now.
He saw her then, an innocent to his world, standing in the door way. Her doe eyes looking around, almost as if she hadn’t meant to come at this very place of sin. Yet when the men came flocking around her. She smiled at them shyly, almost coyly, inviting them to approach, to touch, to taste what she had to give. Puny men, he thought, but let them have their taste. For he would take her, make her his. He looked, he observed, enthused by her growing desire. Hands were on her round breasts, hands were moving down towards her pussy, asking permission all the while. Never really taking as they should.
He smirked, for he knew she would never be satisfied, not by them, only by him, for she has his. And the moment her eyes made contact with his. He knew, that she knew that as well, seeing the dark intense lust in his eyes, he could see her passion grow in her. Shallow breaths were lifting her breasts, rosy cheeks, and eyes fixed on him. No attention for the other men, he was all she saw, the moment he would catch his prey had arrived. With slow sensual grace, he moved towards her, discarding the females around him. No one stood in his way, and he simply took.
Straight to her lips with hungry kisses, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. He licked and kissed furiously without relent. Enabling her to catch her breath, holding her when her legs gave out beneath his assault. When her legs came around his waist, he made her rub against his cock.
But it wasn't enough, he wanted more, had to own her, fuck her, possess her. He laid her down on a bed in the red room, in full display to every man in the basement. He ripped off her clothing, not caring, those were trivial matters only in his way. Naked and panting under him, she begged for more. Smiling he took one breast in his mouth and bit, bit hard, wanting to leave a mark, a claim. Turning to the other breast he licked and teased, then he bit her again, hard, her moan resonated.
Chuckling he trailed his fingers to her pussy, soaking wet for him. There was no need to wait, or play games. And when the need to take overwhelmed him, he rammed his hard cock into her wet core. A screaming moan came out of her lips. Encouraged to continue, he slammed in and out, mindlessly fucking her, he owned her. In that moment he owned her and claimed her. Licking behind her ear, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, biting her neck and to make her scream more. He couldn't stop, and wouldn't stop, her legs high in the air over his shoulder, he continued furiously thrusting into her. Completely wild with need, she let him. He turned her around, with his cock still in her pussy. On hands and knees, ass high in the air, he spanked her ass, making her moan and on he continued to fuck her. He needed more, her pussy like a hot vice around him, he leaned down over her, at the nape of her neck and like a wild animal he bit her hard.
With a scream she came, and on a groan he followed. Seconds passed when he just stared at her and she just laid still, breathing hard. Done and spent, he gave her one last spank, pushed her away and walked out. He left the basement with its red highlights, after a shower and calming his heartbeat. Waiting outside, hesitating and wondering, if he should wait for her. Or just leave like he did after fucking her. When she finally came out, she smiled a secret smile at him, winked, turned around and walked away.
