“I admit defeat,” Mariella said breathlessly. “I can’t beat you. Did you get… stronger than me? My lord?”

  Tybalt felt a weird stir of energy from the way she said those last two words. There was a sincerity and an eagerness to please in her tone that reminded him of their first night together, in the cave. It might have also had something to do with the fact that he was currently lying on top of her, their bodies pressed tightly together.

  He forced himself to think about what she’d actually said, and he considered how to answer.

  I’m actually not physically stronger, I’m almost certain of that. I’m more agile, and I’ve been in more close quarters fights than her. I’m heavier, I have longer reach, and I have one more really big advantage that would have become even more obvious if we continued. My stamina overwhelms hers. My title guarantees that. But she doesn’t want to hear all that. If I say my strength is lower than hers, I think she might be just a little bit disappointed. She’s enjoying the fantasy of this moment, of being overcome by a man who was stronger than her.

  “Who knows?” he said, giving her a cocky smile. “I’m glad you remembered the nature of our bet.”

  “Of course, Lord Necromancer.” She lowered her gaze submissively in a gesture that felt simultaneously responsive to the wager and entirely sincere. “How may I serve you this afternoon?”

  “What do you think?” Tybalt asked.

  “I think I should let my lord know that, this morning, I got my blood.”

  “Your blood?”

  “Um, my monthly visitor.”

  “Oh. So, you’re not pregnant. That must be a relief.”

  She dropped the role playing for a moment. “Given the timing, I think it means that if you had chosen to act differently, there’s a decent chance you would have impregnated me when we slept together before. So, thank you again for being considerate with me.”

  Tybalt kissed her softly on the lips and smiled.

  “The other thing it means,” Mariella continued, “is that… we don’t have to worry about pregnancy right now.” She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it, gently nibbling and sucking at his fingers. She paused in between sensuous movements of her lips and adopted a sultry tone again. “Would Lord Necromancer like to take advantage of his innocent peasant girl?”

  That made it a little weird. The phrasing inevitably reminded him of his father and mother’s strange relationship, and some fragment of that must have shown on his face, because she paused. He could almost see the mental calculation that took place before she spoke again.

  “I meant, do you want to use my very willing and nubile body, my lord-whose-prowess-I’ve-been-thinking-about-for-a-week?”

  “You missed me, huh?”

  Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Yes…”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  They both undid the buttons on their pants and quickly pulled them down. Tybalt felt her sticky, moist excitement against his hardness, and he smiled as he began removing his shirt.

  Mariella undid a button on her own shirt, then hesitated.

  “Um, it’s already pretty indecent, doing this outside during the day,” she said, avoiding his eyes. “Do I need to be completely naked?”

  “If you want to wear your shirt, you can keep it,” Tybalt said. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “But if it’s up to me, I want to see your tits. Play with them, kiss them… I’ve only seen them once, and the lighting wasn’t very good.”

  “That… all right.” She shook slightly as she spoke. “We should do everything like we’re never going to see each other again. I want you to see me. Every single bit of me.”

  Tybalt barely kept himself from frowning at that. The way she phrased it made it sound as if she’d be leaving at any minute and never coming back. It was something he could address during sex, though, so he didn’t say anything back. Instead, he unbuttoned her shirt most of the rest of the way, leaving only the bottom couple of buttons fastened. This way, they could quickly close her gambeson back up if someone else appeared, but he would have complete access to her breasts.

  He began kissing and sucking at them, squeezing and groping breasts and ass, while she made little noises of pleasure, rubbed his manhood, and grabbed his chest and ass in turn.

  “Like this,” he said gently, reaching down to change her grip on him. “Up and down.”

  I might regret that, Tybalt thought. She has incredible strength, and if she calibrates it properly so she does it without hurting me, this could be a very brief encounter. But I did basically run her stamina down already…

  She quickly lost the use of one of her hands and much of her dexterity with the other, though. His attention to her breasts drove her to pull his head tightly into them, and her hand on his shaft stopped moving almost completely.

  She let out breathy little moans as he licked, sucked, and gently bit them, growing slowly louder as he played with her breasts. He pushed them together hard enough to kiss both nipples at once, and he felt her hips begin humping his leg in response.

  “I’m… I’m ready for you,” she breathed into his ear after a few seconds of this. “Remember, you don’t have to worry about pulling out.”

  He lifted her ass slightly, changing the angle, and then he entered her. The second time was much easier than the first. Though she was still tight, and blood wasn’t the best lubricant, having to break a hymen was a very different experience.

  “Oh…” She half-groaned, half-sighed with pleasure.

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  “I don’t want you to leave,” he said quietly.

  Her face changed. “Tybalt—” He thrust into her again, hard enough to take her breath away for a moment. “Oh!”

  He bent, pushed her head down and to the side, then sucked and bit her neck so hard that it was certain to bruise. Marking her. She let out a low moan and managed to speak again.

  “I—I don’t know if this is the right time to discuss—oh!”

  Tybalt cut her off with another hard thrust, pushing in much deeper.

  “You’re mine,” he said firmly, placing one hand on her neck over where he had bitten her. He began using it as a handle for easier leverage while he fucked her.

  “Yes,” she agreed, a look of pleasure on her face. Her hips were rolling into his, trying to keep more of him inside her, just like the first time they had been together. “I’m your woman. No one else will touch me. Don’t ever worry about… oh, that. So good. Oh…”

  “Exactly,” Tybalt said. “You understand. You’ll be back. You know you’ll come back. So why bother leaving? Just send your family a letter or something. You’re mine, and you’re just putting them on notice.”

  “You—” she grunted—“love to say—” grunt—“that kind of thing when we’re—oh, doing this, huh?”

  He kept thrusting into her, but despite his efforts, she seemed to get a little bit of control of herself back after a few seconds of this.

  She grabbed his hair and pulled him into a long kiss, then spoke again.

  “The first time we had sex, you were—oh…” Her eyes widened, pupils rolling back a little. “I’m getting… really close already.”

  “The first time we had sex?” Tybalt asked, punctuating every other word with a short, sharp thrust.

  “You were… you were saying stuff,” she said vaguely, humping up at him. “Um, I mean, you love that you’re in control during this, so you just say whatever you want. Because you know I… oh! I can’t argue.”

  “I do enjoy that,” he said. He began consciously moving a little more slowly, trying to last longer and also prolong the conversation a bit.

  “So do I,” she admitted. “Make me so delirious with pleasure that I agree to whatever you want. It’s ridiculous. It’s incredible. I love it. You’re amazing. You…” She gave him a pleading look. “Wait, why are you slowing down?”

  Tybalt let out a short laugh. “You want it faster?”

  “I said I was getting close. I think… I think I need it faster. Or as fast.” She looked away, turning a little red, then said the words she’d clearly been embarrassed to think of. “Please… um, give it to me faster again, my lord?”

  Tybalt thought he felt himself grow a little harder at those words, though he wasn’t sure if that was even possible.

  “Harder and faster it is.”

  We can always do it again after this. And he thought the short break might have given him a second wind.

  He pushed into her violently, hard and fast, going for broke while trying not to think about the beautiful woman beneath him. If he focused too much on her while thrusting so intensely, he knew it would be over more quickly than he wanted.

  One hand lightly squeezed her neck and used it as the handle to thrust into her more firmly. The other played with her breasts, fondling them, squeezing them roughly, rubbing her nipples.

  It took less than a minute.

  “Oh gods… Tybalt!” She cried out, shuddered, and clenched hard around him, her body trying to milk the seed from him.

  In the back of his mind, he was aware that he could just finish then and there, and she wouldn’t be disappointed at all.

  But he wanted more. He wanted to taste Mariella more thoroughly. Perhaps this would be the last time.

  He let out a low, slow breath and then pulled out.

  She was still shaking from her climax, but she clearly felt the absence of him. Her face turned a little bit concerned or upset, and one hand reached down to her lower lips as if she wanted to check whether there was some reason for him to have left.

  “You’re supposed to—I mean, don’t you want to finish inside me?” she asked with a mix of disappointment and undisguised lust. “You can use me as you wish…”

  “Turn around,” Tybalt said in a commanding voice.

  She looked up into his eyes with an expression of slight surprise and seemed to take some reassurance in whatever she saw there.

  “Oh, um, yes, my lord,” she said quietly. She pushed herself up off the ground, turned, and got on her hands and knees, her perfect ass jutting out toward him.

  “Is this what you wanted?” she asked, looking back at him with a sexy little smile.

  He smacked one of her cheeks, softly at first and then harder.

  She let out an unsteady breath and swayed her hips from side to side, as if inviting him to continue. She hadn’t minded it when he did it during the spar. She clearly didn’t dislike it now either. Just like the dream Vidalia had told him about.

  “So, you do like that?”

  She had turned to face forward, but he saw her head bob up and down once.

  He spanked her a few more times, her hips pushing back into him each time as if she wanted to get more of that treatment from him, until he had turned her ass lightly pink. She said nothing the entire time, just let out little yelps and quiet gasps that all sounded more like pleasure than pain.

  Then he decided he’d done enough.

  He pulled her hips slightly further back, lined himself up with her entrance, and thrust into her without further preamble.

  “Oh!” She half-moaned, half-gasped, her hands clenching into little fists in surprise at the force he exerted.

  She’s so much wetter now… and so fucking tight.

  He thrust hard and fast, penetrating deep into her from the new angle, both hands on her hips. She quickly lost the ability to support herself on all fours and collapsed onto her face and forearms, ass still raised in the air.

  Tybalt leaned in closer and slipped a hand underneath her to roughly grope at her breasts, despite them being pressed against the ground. The other hand moved from her hip to squeeze and caress the pink places where he’d smacked her ass.

  “Oh… oh, yes…” Mariella let out periodic moans and cries from both the thrusts and his wandering hands.

  Despite her vocal response, she seemed barely able to move, her hips still thrusting or rolling back into him but the rest of her body almost limp. That was the depletion of her stamina in action—either that, or too much pleasure making it difficult for her to control herself.

  It took a little over a minute for her to have her second orgasm in this position. As she came, she moaned and squeezed Tybalt so hard that he had no choice but to slow his thrusts.

  As the intense tightness relaxed again, he picked up speed once more.

  They continued for what felt like a long time, until they came to a final, shared climax. She was louder than she had been, though her body, covered in a sheen of sweat, was hardly moving at all by that point. This time, he did not pull out. He let himself collapse onto her back, pressing her harder into the ground with his body weight.

  “Mm, so that’s what that feels like,” she said, sighing as he spilled his seed inside her. She sounded thoroughly satisfied.

  “How does it feel?” Tybalt asked, leaning in close to whisper in her ear.

  “Right.”