Elara Valerius wrapped her arms around his waist, her body pressed against his back. She nuzzled into his neck, her fingers digging into his muscles as she held on tightly. "You are a clever one," she murmurs into his ear, "but don't think you can just manipulate me so easily."

Caine glances over at Lyra, still sucking him off eagerly. He smirks and thrusts harder into the other woman's mouth before turning back to Elara. "

The air fills with the sounds of passionate moaning and sucking as Caine continues to fuck Lyra's face while kissing Elara passionately, his hand never leaving her breast. Anya watches them all hungrily, fingers idly playing with the mixture of their fluids still coating her inner thigh.

"So," Lyra says between lustful gasps for air, "what do you say? Can I help you rule your new kingdom?"

Elara looks at the king's erection, her heart racing as she imagines being filled by it. She knows that giving in to him would be a defeat, but the desire coursing through her body is overwhelming. With a defiant snarl, she pulls herself up onto all fours and positions herself over his cock.

"I will never bear your children," she growls, lowering herself slowly onto him. "But I will enjoy this."

Elara gasps at the feeling of Caine's hard length sliding inside her. He is bigger than any man she has ever been with, and his strength overpowers her as he begins to thrust up into her body. Each stroke drives the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath and begging for more.

"You're mine," he growls roughly, his hands digging into her hips. "And I will have my children."