Max’s hand shot out and caught her wrist, locking it in an iron grip.

"What’s your plan here?" He shot her a hard, suspicious glare. If he had guessed right, she was trying to seduce him. But why? That part made zero sense. It had come out of the blue.

"As I said, I only came to serve my—"

Max tightened his grip even more. Agnia let out a sharp growl of pain.

"Do you think I’m dumb?" he snarled. "You’re here to kill me, aren’t you? Get my guard down so you can slit my throat open." He pressed her hard, his fingers wrapping around her throat in one swift motion and squeezing tight.

Agnia struggled to catch her breath, eyes widening.

"No... I promise... I just... want you—"

His hand only tightened around her throat, making her gasp sharply. Her eyes watered instantly from the pressure, lashes fluttering as she fought for air.

Max sneered and shoved her back with a rough push.

Agnia’s hand flew to her sore throat, rubbing the tender skin while her chest heaved. Beneath the thin gown her nipples had already stiffened into tight peaks, and the faint, sweet scent of her arousal was already creeping into the air again; the same suffocating smell that had made his skin crawl the moment she first entered the tent.

"Agnia, out of all the lies you could have come up with, you choose this? Don’t make me laugh."

He knew exactly how much she hated him for everything he had done. Claiming she wanted to sleep with him was the same as her saying she enjoyed eating shit.

But Agnia wasn’t ready to let this opportunity slip away, not while Rosalia was still off sulking over something she herself found ridiculous.

"I can prove it... my king," she breathed, voice low and husky. She bit her lower lip slowly and hard, eyes flooding with heavy, blatant lust as she stared up at him. A thin trail of saliva glistened on her plump lower lip before dripping down her chin, making her look like a bitch in heat: flushed, desperate, and dripping with need.

Max found the whole thing more and more amusing, but he had to admit she looked extremely seductive right now. His cock was already throbbing hard inside his pants, aching for some real action.

"Fine," he said, leaning back and getting comfortable against the bedding. "Prove it then."

Agnia’s face lit up with sudden hunger. She parted her thighs wide without hesitation, revealing she wore nothing underneath the thin gown. Her slick, freshly shaved pussy glistened openly for him, creamy arousal already coating her inner thighs in shiny streaks.

"See, my king?" she purred, voice dripping with need. "I’m already so wet just thinking about you..."

The thick, sweet scent of her wetness hit Max like a drug, making his head spin and his heart slam faster. He raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his face neutral even as his mouth went dry.

What neither of them fully understood yet was that Agnia wasn’t lying at all. She truly felt drawn to his raw power. Every word that left her lips came straight from her heart, even if she still believed she was only playing him.

She brought two fingers to her mouth, sucking them slowly and deliberately. A thin string of saliva stretched from her plump lips as she pulled them free, then slid them down between her legs.

With a soft, teasing motion she parted her slick folds, revealing the flushed pink flesh inside, creamy and dripping with her heat. The wet, obscene sound of her fingers gliding over her soaked pussy made Max gulp hungrily.

"Look, my king," she breathed, voice sultry, cute, and slow, every word dragging like honey. "This is how much I want you inside me. I need your thick rod to make a real woman out of me today. I want you to claim me as yours... please?"

Max’s eyes narrowed, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The way she spread herself open like that, voice all sweet and needy, had his cock straining painfully against his pants. But he wasn’t about to give her what she wanted so easily.

"Show of loyalty then," he said in a low and commanding voice. "Finger that dripping pussy for me. Slow and deep. I want to hear how badly you need your king inside you. And keep it quiet. The whole camp is right outside."

Agnia’s breath hitched, but her eyes sparkled with fresh hunger. She bit her lower lip again and nodded obediently, sliding her fingers back between her slick folds. Two digits parted her swollen lips with a soft, wet squelch, then pushed inside her tight heat. A low, throaty moan slipped out before she could stop it.

"Mmm... ahh..."

She kept the sound quiet, barely above a whisper, but the lewd, creamy noises of her pussy filled the small tent anyway. Her fingers pumped slowly at first, gliding in and out with deliberate strokes, coating themselves in her thick arousal. The wet sounds grew filthier with every thrust. Those slick, messy, obscene little schlicks made the air feel even heavier.

She kept her thighs spread wide for him, hips rolling gently to meet her own hand. Her full breasts heaved with each shallow breath, nipples hard and begging. Sweat glistened along the curve of her stomach and between her breasts as she worked herself open, eyes locked on Max the entire time, heavy-lidded and full of raw want.

"Like this, my king?" she whispered, voice trembling with desire. "I’m so wet for you... I can’t stop thinking about your thick cock stretching me open... mmm... ahh... please fuck me tonight. I’ll be so good for you..."

Her fingers sped up just a little, curling inside herself, hitting that perfect spot. Her back arched hard. Another soft, desperate moan escaped her lips. The creamy arousal dripped down her fingers and onto the bedding, leaving shiny trails on her inner thighs. She added a third finger, stretching herself wider with a louder, wetter squelch, her free hand sliding up to squeeze one heavy breast, pinching the nipple hard.

Every slow, sensual movement was pure seduction designed to break him. She rocked her hips in tiny circles, letting her swollen clit brush against her palm, biting back louder moans so only the faintest, breathy whimpers reached him. Her flushed skin glowed in the moonlight, pussy glistening and clenching visibly around her fingers.

Max watched without blinking, jaw tight, cock throbbing harder with every filthy sound and every needy word she breathed. She was giving him everything, holding nothing back, desperate to push him over the edge and make him claim her right here.

He finally sat up straighter, eyes dark with hunger, and reached for the front of his pants.