Two Weeks After Becoming Duke - Academy Training Grounds
Astrid stood in the center of the sparring arena. Sword drawn. Lightning crackling around her body. Hair whipping in the wind she’d conjured herself.
Beautiful. Powerful. Pissed off.
"You’ve been avoiding ," she said.
Draven leaned against the fence. Watching. "I’ve been busy. Becoming Duke. Executing conspirators. Running a duchy."
"Two weeks, Draven. Two weeks without so much as a ssage."
"You knew I was occupied."
"I don’t care." She pointed her sword at him. "You have six other won. I get that. But you don’t ignore for two weeks straight. That’s not how this works."
Fair point. He had been neglecting her. Focused on Elise and the succession. Seraphina and political alliances. The others when ti allowed.
But Astrid? The fierce Valkyrie who’d joined his harem early? He’d barely seen her since the tribunal.
"You’re right," he admitted. "I’m sorry."
She lowered her sword. "What?"
"I said you’re right. I neglected you. That was wrong. How do I make it up to you?"
Astrid stared. Then grinned. Predatory. "Seven hours."
"What?"
"Seven hours. You and . Tonight. Your chambers. No interruptions. No political ergencies. No other won." She sheathed her sword. "Seven hours of just fucking. Like we used to."
"Astrid—"
"You owe , Duke Arclight." She said the title mockingly. Testing it. "And I’m collecting."
Fine," Draven said. "Seven hours. Tonight. Midnight."
"Good." She walked past him. Paused. "And Draven? Don’t hold back. I want the Duke. The man who destroyed Marcus and claid a Duchy. Not the gentle version you give Lyra."
"You want rough?"
"I want brutal." She smiled over her shoulder. "I’m a Valkyrie. I can take it. Prove you rember that."
She left. Draven watching her go.
Seven hours. Fuck.
Midnight - Duke’s Private Chambers
Astrid arrived exactly on ti. Wearing armor. Full battle regalia. Like she was preparing for war.
In a way, she was.
"Seven hours," she said. "Starting now."
Draven circled her. "Strip."
"Make ."
He grinned. Cold. Dangerous. "You want to fight first?"
"I want you to earn it."
Challenge accepted.
He moved. Fast. Twilight mana enhancing his speed. Grabbed her armor straps. Ripped.
She countered. Lightning crackling. Pushing him back.
They grappled. Not seriously fighting. But not gentle either. A contest of strength and will.
He pinned her against the wall. Stripped off her chest plate. Threw it aside.
She spun. Kicked. He caught her leg. Pulled. She went down.
"Yield," he commanded.
"Never."
He laughed. "Good."
Five minutes of struggling. Both of them getting worked up. Breathing hard. Adrenaline pumping.
Finally, he had her pinned. Face down on the bed. Armor mostly off. Just undergarnts remaining.
"Now yield," he said.
"Make ."
He tore off her underwear. Positioned himself. Thrust in without warning.
*THRUST~*
"*FUCK!*"
No foreplay. No buildup. Just imdiate, brutal penetration.
She was already wet. The fighting had aroused her.
He started fucking. Hard. Fast. Dominant.
*slap slap slap slap~*
"This what you wanted?" he growled.
"Yes! Harder!"
He obliged. Pounding into her. Each thrust making the bed shake.
First orgasm hit at two minutes. She scread. Clawed the sheets.
He didn’t stop. Kept the brutal pace. Chasing her second climax imdiately.
"Say my title," he commanded.
"What?"
"Say it. What am I?"
"Duke Arclight," she gasped.
Sothing shifted. The power dynamic. The formality mixed with intimacy.
"Again."
"Duke Arclight!" Louder. "Duke Arclight is fucking !"
Second orgasm. Triggered by her own words. The taboo of it. Student fucking her Duke. Noble fucking royalty.
He flipped her over. Face to face. Eye contact while he fucked her.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked.
"You! Duke Arclight!"
"And what are you?"
"Yours! Your woman! Your Valkyrie!"
Third orgasm. Building. Cresting. Breaking.
"More," she demanded. "Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop."
He didn’t. Changed positions. Her on top. Riding him. Taking control.
She moved. Wild. Uninhibited. Chasing her pleasure without restraint.
*slap slap slap~*
"This is what I needed," she panted. "This intensity. This focus. Just us. Just this."
"I know. I’m sorry I neglected you."
"Show you’re sorry. Fuck until I can’t walk."
"Deal."
He grabbed her hips. Started thrusting up. eting her downward motion. Doubling the force.
Fourth orgasm. She threw her head back. Scread.
They continued. Position after position. Missionary. Doggy. Cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl. Standing. Against the wall. On the desk. On the floor.
Fifth orgasm. Sixth. Seventh.
Each one harder than the last. Each one leaving her shaking.
But Astrid was a Valkyrie. Built for endurance. For battle. For marathon sessions exactly like this.
"How many now?" she gasped. They were two hours in.
"Seven," Draven said. "Eight left to hit fifteen."
"Then keep going, Duke Arclight. Your Valkyrie can take more."
He positioned her bent over the bed. Ass up. Grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back.
Dominant. Possessive. Brutal.
*thrust thrust thrust~*
"You like being fucked by a Duke?" he asked.
"Yes!"
"You like knowing your Duke chose you? Out of everyone in the kingdom?"
"Yes!"
"Good. Because you’re mine. And I’m never letting you go."
Eighth orgasm. She bit the pillow. Muffling the scream.
They took a brief break. Water. Catch their breath. Five minutes.
Then back at it.
Astrid pushed him onto the bed. Climbed on top. "My turn to control the pace."
She rode him. Slow at first. Building. Then faster. Chasing that edge.
"I love this," she said. "Love being yours. Love that you’re Duke now. Love that I get to fuck nobility."
"You are nobility."
"Minor nobility. You’re a Duke. That’s different." She increased her pace. "And I’m going to ride you until you fill ."
"Demanding."
"You love it."
He did.
Ninth orgasm. She ground down. Taking him as deep as possible.
Three hours in. Six more to go. Six more orgasms to hit the target.
They kept going. Relentless. Draven ca twice during this ti. Flooding her with his seed. But his stamina—enhanced by S-Rank mana and the Abyss Core—ant he stayed hard. Ready. Always ready.
Tenth orgasm. Against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
Eleventh. On the balcony. Risk of being seen adding thrill.
Twelfth. Back in bed. Spooning. Intimate and connected.
"Three more," Astrid panted. "Co on, Duke. Give three more."
"Greedy."
"I’ve been neglected for two weeks. I’m collecting."
Fair.
He positioned her in a new way. Legs over his shoulders. Folded nearly in half. Maximum depth.
*thrust thrust thrust~*
"Almost there," she moaned. "So close..."
"Then co. Co for your Duke."
Thirteenth orgasm. Her whole body went rigid.
Two more.
He changed tactics. Pulled out. Used his mouth.
*lick~* *slurp~*
Tongue on her clit. Fingers inside her. Curling. Finding that spot.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK—"
Fourteenth orgasm. Triggered by oral. Different intensity. Gentler but longer-lasting.
One more to hit the target.
But Draven decided to go beyond.
"Let’s break your record," he said.
"What record?"
"Fifteen is your target. Let’s hit twenty."
"That’s... I don’t know if I can..."
"You’re a Valkyrie. You can take anything." He positioned himself. Cock at her entrance. "Trust ."
She nodded.
He thrust in. Started the final marathon. Next hour and fifteen minutes. Five more orgasms.
Fifteenth. Sixteenth. Seventeenth.
She was shaking now. Completely overstimulated. But still taking it. Still accepting everything he gave.
Eighteenth orgasm ca from pure stamina. Both of them exhausted but pushing through.
Nineteenth from desperation. The need to reach twenty.
And twentieth...
He used everything. Fingers. Tongue. Cock. Dirty talk. Biting. Scratching. Overwhelming sensory input.
She ca. Final ti. Mind-breaking. Screaming so loud the guards outside the chambers definitely heard.
They collapsed together. Both covered in sweat. Both completely spent.
"Fuck," Astrid breathed. "That was..."
"Twenty," Draven finished.
"Twenty." She laughed. Exhausted but happy. "You broke . And it was perfect."
"Forgive for neglecting you?"
"Completely." She turned her head. Kissed him. "But don’t do it again."
"I won’t. I promise. You’re important. All of you are."
"Good." She snuggled against him. "Now let sleep. I can’t feel my legs."
They fell asleep tangled together. Duke and Valkyrie. Exhausted but satisfied.
Outside, dawn was breaking. The seven-hour session complete.
Astrid’s neglect forgiven. Her loyalty secured. Her love reaffird.
And Draven learned an important lesson: don’t neglect your harem. Even when becoming Duke. Especially then.
Because these won? They deserved his attention. His ti. His devotion.
And he would give it to them. All of them.
Always.
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