His scarred body draped over hers, breathing ragged, cock still twitching and leaking inside her slick heat as the desert wind cooled their intertwined forms, her restrained wrists pinned once more beneath his unyielding grip. Kibren lingered there for long minutes, grinding his hips in lazy circles to push the thick ropes of cum deeper into her fluttering cunt, his heavy balls resting against her ass as her walls milked every last spurt from his throbbing shaft. Scarlett whimpered beneath him, her red hair matted with sweat and sand, the raw ache in her stretched pussy already blooming into a deep, throbbing soreness that pulsed with each beat of her heart. Finger-shaped bruises were already darkening across her hips and wrists where he'd pinned her, and her ass cheeks burned from the repeated smacks, the skin hot and tender under the sun.

He finally pulled back with a wet, sucking sound, his half-hard cock slipping free to let a thick flood of cum trickle out of her gaping cunt and down her thighs in sticky trails. Scarlett's legs trembled as she pushed up onto her elbows, the lingering fullness making her pussy clench involuntarily, more of his seed oozing free with every movement. "You'll feel that tomorrow," Kibren rumbled, his voice low and commanding as he hauled her to her feet by her hair, one massive hand cupping her swollen, dripping folds to smear the mess across her clit. "And the day after. We'll meet here again at dusk—same rules, no mercy. I want this tight little cunt sore and leaking my cum every time you walk." His fingers pushed two thick digits inside her, stirring the creampie with deliberate slowness, the wet squelch obscene in the quiet air as he worked her over, refusing to let the moment end.

They dressed in silence, the tension crackling between them like the heat haze off the rocks, Scarlett's every step sending fresh jolts of soreness through her well-fucked pussy and reminding her of the bruises hidden beneath her clothes. Kibren watched her with predatory eyes, his own body marked by scratches she'd left on his scarred chest, and when she raised her fists for the resumed spar, he circled closer than necessary, his breath hot on her neck as he growled commands. Each clash of limbs carried an undercurrent of raw need, his hands lingering too long on her waist, her nipples hardening again under the fabric as the promise of repeated nights pressed against her like a second skin.

Kibren's heavy frame lingered atop her for long minutes, his cock still half-hard and pulsing within the tight clutch of her cum-slicked pussy, thick ropes of his seed already beginning to ooze out around his shaft with every subtle shift of his hips. Scarlett whimpered softly beneath him, wrists still pinned under his massive hand, her inner walls fluttering involuntarily around his girth as the desert heat pressed against their sweat-drenched skin. Fresh bruises bloomed across her ass and hips from his punishing grip, red welts rising where his palm had cracked down earlier, while the deep ache in her stretched cunt reminded her of every relentless thrust from the night before when he'd taken her twice more against the rocks until dawn. "You'll feel this for days, just like last time," he rumbled against her neck, grinding lazily to push another trickle of hot cum deeper before finally pulling free with a wet pop, leaving her gaping and leaking onto the sand.

They rose slowly, Scarlett's legs trembling as she tugged her clothes back on, the fabric chafing against her sore nipples and the sticky mess between her thighs. Kibren watched with dark eyes, his own scarred chest heaving, already hinting at their next forbidden rendezvous with a low growl: "Same spot after midnight—don't make me hunt you down again." The underlying tension crackled as they resumed the spar, his massive hands correcting her stance with deliberate roughness, fingers digging into her waist a beat too long, the brush of his thigh against her ass sending fresh heat flooding her core. Each blocked punch brought their bodies close, her pussy throbbing with the memory of his load still seeping out, breaths mingling in the scorching air while unspoken promises of more brutal, pinning dominance hung between every move.

Kibren circled her again, voice low and commanding as he forced her into another hold, his breath hot on her ear: "Fight harder, or I'll bend you over right here and flood that sore little cunt again." Scarlett's fiery resolve burned brighter even as her body betrayed her with slick arousal, the day's training stretching on under the weight of their secret, each grapple laced with the raw need to repeat this cycle until boundaries dissolved completely.

Barrens Brute: Forbidden Dominion