Chapter 79: Chapter 79: The Valkyrie’s Endurance

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 me," 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 message."

"You knew I was occupied."

"I don’t care." She pointed her sword at him. "You have six other women. I get that. But you don’t ignore me 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 time 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 me. Tonight. Your chambers. No interruptions. No political emergencies. No other women." She sheathed her sword. "Seven hours of just fucking. Like we used to."

"Astrid—"

"You owe me, 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 claimed 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 remember that."

She left. Draven watching her go.

Seven hours. Fuck.

Midnight - Duke’s Private Chambers

Astrid arrived exactly on time. 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 me."

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 undergarments remaining.

"Now yield," he said.

"Make me."

He tore off her underwear. Positioned himself. Thrust in without warning.

*THRUST~*

"*FUCK!*"

No foreplay. No buildup. Just immediate, 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 screamed. Clawed the sheets.

He didn’t stop. Kept the brutal pace. Chasing her second climax immediately.

"Say my title," he commanded.

"What?"

"Say it. What am I?"

"Duke Arclight," she gasped.

Something shifted. The power dynamic. The formality mixed with intimacy.

"Again."

"Duke Arclight!" Louder. "Duke Arclight is fucking me!"

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 me you’re sorry. Fuck me until I can’t walk."

"Deal."

He grabbed her hips. Started thrusting up. Meeting her downward motion. Doubling the force.

Fourth orgasm. She threw her head back. Screamed.

They continued. Position after position. Missionary. Doggy. Cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl. Standing. Against the wall. On the desk. On the floor.

Fifth orgasm. Sixth. Seventh. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

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 me."

"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 came twice during this time. Flooding her with his seed. But his stamina—enhanced by S-Rank mana and the Abyss Core—meant 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. "Come on, Duke. Give me 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 come. Come 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 me."

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 came 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 came. Final time. 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 me. And it was perfect."

"Forgive me 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 me 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 reaffirmed.

And Draven learned an important lesson: don’t neglect your harem. Even when becoming Duke. Especially then.

Because these women? They deserved his attention. His time. His devotion.

And he would give it to them. All of them.

Always.