**Conquest in the Castle Grounds**

I’d been training with her for weeks—swordplay, grappling, everything that left us both drenched in sweat and aching with exhaustion. The castle training grounds were our battleground, and today, I was done playing fair.

Lena was tall, lean but strong, her body honed from years of combat. Her dark hair clung to her neck, damp from exertion, and her tunic clung to her curves in ways that made my cock twitch every time she moved. She raised her wooden practice sword, flashing me a cocky grin. “You’re getting slow, my lord.”

Fuck that.

I disarmed her in one swift motion, slamming the sword to the ground before grabbing her wrist and twisting her around. She gasped as I shoved her against the rough stone wall, my body pressing hard against hers.

“You talk too much,” I growled, my free hand sliding down to palm her ass, squeezing hard. She writhed, but I could feel her breath hitch, the way her thighs tensed—she wanted this.

“Think you can take me?” she taunted, but her voice wavered when I grabbed a fistful of her tunic, yanking it up to expose her bare thighs.

“Oh, I know I can.”

I spun her around, shoving her face-first against the wall. She let out a sharp noise as I yanked her leggings down to her knees, revealing her perfect, round ass. My cock throbbed at the sight, already rock-hard. I didn’t waste time—I dragged my fingers up her slit, finding her already wet.

“Fuck,” she gasped, hips jerking when I pushed two fingers inside her.

“You like that?” I murmured, curling them just right, feeling her clench around me. Her moan was all the answer I needed.

I pulled my fingers out, spreading her glistening wetness over her ass before lining up my cock. She whimpered when I pressed the tip against her entrance, teasing.

“Beg,” I ordered, grinding against her.

“Please,” she panted, arching her back. “Please fuck me.”

I didn’t make her wait. I slammed into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her body jerking forward from the force, but I held her hips steady, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, my balls slapping against her with every thrust. Her cunt was drenched, squeezing my cock like a vise.

She moaned, one hand braced against the wall, the other reaching back, fingers digging into my thigh. “Harder,” she demanded.

I grinned, gripping her hair and yanking her head back, forcing her spine to arch as I pounded into her. “Like this?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—” Her words dissolved into broken gasps as I fucked her raw, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the empty training grounds.

Her legs trembled, her pussy clenching around me like she was close. I reached around, fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.

“Come for me,” I growled into her ear.

She shattered with a scream, her body convulsing, her cunt pulsing around me. I didn’t slow down—if anything, I fucked her harder, chasing my own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” I grunted, my balls tightening.

She whimpered, still twitching from her orgasm, but she pushed back against me, taking every inch. “Do it,” she breathed.

With a final, brutal thrust, I came, spurting deep inside her, my cock throbbing as I emptied myself. I held her there, both of us panting, until I finally pulled out, watching my cum drip down her thighs.

She turned, her lips curling into a smirk despite her shaky legs. “Guess I lost.”

I grabbed her chin, tilting her face up. “And I always collect my victories.”

Her breath hitched—and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.