Though Mordred and Anastaria had had sex twice before, this time was almost like the first.
The way their bodies melded into one was refreshing, as it was a way of letting out stress after constant battles.
Though they were moving faster than normal Humans—their bodies smashing and separating in quick succession—they weren't ordinary Humans, and they were determined to prove that.
"HMMM! YEAaAaAHHH!"
Anastaria let out a moan again, her body shuddering as Mordred pulled out.
This was the third time Mordred came in her, but he didn't seem to be satisfied yet.
Anastaria turned over, raising her knees to her chest. Mordred leaned in, parting her legs and planting a kiss on her lips.
Their lips intertwined, their tongues rolling around, and soft moans reverberating as their juices mixed.
Mordred's cock rubbed against Anastaria's clit, arousing her more before slipping into her hole smoothly.
The pink flesh parted easily, letting Mordred in without resistance; her pussy seemed to have already taken the shape of Mordred's length.
"OH FUCK!!"
Mordred sucked on Anastaria's nipples, doing wonders with his tongue as he continued to smash her.
His pace was just as fast as earlier, if not more, but it carried a gentleness to it that made Anastaria's mind go blank.
She revelled in the feeling, holding onto Mordred's blonde hair and not willing to let go of him for anything. She had had sex before, just once, but she didn't feel this way when she did it with that mad king, who saw her as nothing but a sex slave.
Mordred, on the other hand, was good looking, and knew his way around her body, almost as if he knew the spots to touch to make her experience the best feelings.
Whatever the case may be, she continued to moan in pleasure.
Mordred suddenly got faster.
Anastaria's breath hitched, her vagina tightened, and her toes curled. She tightened her arms around Mordred's head, pulling him in as he slightly bit her nipple.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she shivered uncontrollably, goosebumps erupting on her skin spontaneously.
Mordred didn't stop though, even as Anastaria squirted buckets.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
Mordred continued pumping, ravishing the wetness and sloppiness of Anastaria's squirt.
Anastaria, meanwhile, had broken through cloud nine, her body having gone limp but still reacting and shuddering once in a while.
A few seconds later Mordred pulled out, and silence engulfed the room in the next minute.
Anastaria let go of Mordred's head, and her arms fell to the side, her eyes fluttering open. A green glow came from them as she had a thought:
'Veltrissa… will benefit a lot from his seed...'
With her thoughts unknown to him, Mordred laid down on the bed next to Anastaria. She seemed to not be ready for another round, so Mordred waited.
However, to Mordred's shock. In less than ten seconds, Anastaria had come to, and she didn't hesitate to hop on him, straddling his waist and placing her hands on his chest.
Mordred raised a brow, not sure if he was surprised that she was back for another round, or that she seemed very eager for some reason.
"You have a unique energy…" Anastaria uttered, tracing infinity symbols on Mordred's chest with a flirty look in her eyes. "...I want it."
Before Mordred could find a reply to her words, Anastaria raised her hip and set his cock with her hands… then sat on it without care.
The tip of Mordred's cock, still a bit sensitive from cumming not long ago, made him groan as it penetrated Anastaria.
Anastaria didn't linger for a second more and started riding away, moving her hips mystically in a fashion that locked Mordred down.
Mordred, though, didn't resist.
More sex?... Well, bring it on!
Mordred reached out and grabbed Anastaria's jiggling breasts. He began to knead them, taking delight in their softness. He groped them without shame, rubbing her nipples at the same time and making her moan.
Soon, Anastaria couldn't help herself and grabbed Mordred's hands, controlling them to massage her tits harder; she appeared to be enjoying it greatly.
One of Mordred's hands, without warning, slid off and grabbed Anastaria's waist. He moved his leg and pushed Anastaria with his thighs, causing her to fall forward to his chest.
Anastaria gasped, her green eyes locking with Mordred's. Her breathing became heavier, and her steamy breaths came faster.
Mordred held her down with both arms, letting her breasts flatten on his chest.
Then, began fucking her once again.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
Anastaria smiled, her head spinning like crazy from ecstacy. Mordred moved like an animal, hitting her hard and fast in a chaotic rhythm.
They switched positions multiple times, pleasuring themselves in weird forms until they eventually came again.
Their high pitched voices echoed, leaving the confines of their room and outside their building, spreading outwards.
Mordred felt something leave his body and take root inside Anastaria. He could see the flow of a golden energy rush out and enter her body, forming a link between them.
Suddenly, Mordred could feel Anastaria more clearly and intimately, and an explosion of understanding made him raise a brow.
They laid in the bed, exhausted. Their breaths were deep and gentle as they held each other in a tight embrace.
Anastaria's green eyes reflected a strong passion and love, but exhaustion soon caused them to close, and she fell into a deep slumber.
Mordred watched her peaceful visage in the dark room. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so he could see her just fine.
The contours of Anastaria's body were painted vividly in his mind, making Mordred wonder just what had happened.
"My Bloodline?" He asked, stroking Anastaria's hair subconsciously.
She laid on his chest, one arm on his chest and one leg across his body.
Mordred fell into deep thoughts as his hand continued to stroke her silky black hair.
The connection between them wasn't just physical, it went deeper than that.
He could somewhat feel her emotions too, and that was… disturbing, to say the least; because just like he found out earlier, Anastaria had sworn fealty to him at some unknown point, and was forever loyal to him.
She would do anything and everything for him, even going as far as laying down her life if need be.
Such commitment was scary, but that was Mordred's life now.
At least someone loved him—unlike those Frostbane bastards.
Mordred clenched his fists. His rage and thirst for revenge resurfacing.
Now that he had let out a little stress, it was time to get back to work.
He had a Kingdom to build!