Lady Rhelgar's knees kissed the stone.
Her palms were flat on the floor, her spine arched like an offering, ass raised and trembling, cunt glistening like it had something to prove. She didn't beg.
She just waited.
Like she knew this was where she belonged now—beneath the man she once tried to collar.
Allen stood behind her, stroking himself slowly, leisurely—his cock already smeared with dried cum and glistening pre, the crown flaring with anticipation. He didn't speak. Didn't warn her. Didn't ask.
He took.
He grabbed her hips and shoved in all at once.
SPLAP.
Her scream echoed through the chamber as his cock split her open, burying to the hilt in a single brutal thrust that flattened her against the floor. Her tits mashed into the stone, her legs kicked out, and her mouth dropped open in a silent, shocked gasp.
Allen didn't stop.
He slammed into her again—and again—and again.
