Chapter 86: Kneel in the Open: Claimed Before the Watching World (21+ Chapter)

Her lips parted, but the protest died before it could fully form.

Rosaline’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in shallow waves beneath that fitted uniform jacket.

The battlefield still hummed with the aftershocks of my victory, scorched grass, the faint ozone bite of spent lightning, the distant murmur of retreating boots.

But not all the soldiers had gone. A small cluster lingered on the low ridge maybe two hundred paces away, their silhouettes sharp against the dying sun.

Helmets tilted, spears planted like idle sentinels. I could feel their eyes like faint, curious fingers brushing over us.

Not close enough to hear every word or see us clearly, but close enough to wonder.

I didn’t repeat myself. I simply held her gaze, one brow arched in that lazy, commanding way I knew unraveled her.

My voice dropped lower, velvet over steel. "Knees, Rosaline. Now. Show me exactly what kind of woman you are when no one’s pretending."

Her cheeks burned scarlet, but her thighs squeezed together with a telltale shiver. How did Aristarkh know what kind of thoughts she harbored deep within her?

Just the thought of fucking him here, out in the open, sent a thrill running through her bones.

She glanced once at the ridge, and something dark and hungry flashed across her face.

The system had been right about her. That domination kink ran bone-deep. The risk of being seen, the threat to her reputation as the composed commander’s right hand, it only made her pussy throb harder.

I could practically smell the fresh slickness blooming between her legs.

Slowly, almost reverently, she sank to her knees in the crushed grass.

The earth was still warm from the battle, blades tickling her shins through the thin fabric of her trousers.

From this angle she looked exquisite, lips slightly parted, eyes wide and glassy, that proud chin tilted up in reluctant surrender.

My cock was already straining against my pants, thick and heavy with the adrenaline of the fight and the sheer power I’d just flexed.

I freed it with a casual tug, letting it spring out inches from her face. Veined, flushed dark, the broad head already glistening with a fat bead of pre-cum that caught the golden light.

Rosaline’s breath ghosted over the sensitive skin. "Aristarkh... they’re still watching," she whispered, voice husky, half-scandalized, half-desperate as though she was pleading for leniency.

However, seeing the expectations and anticipations in her eyes...

"Good," I murmured, threading my fingers gently through her hair. Not yanking, just guiding, owning. "Let them see how perfectly you worship me. Open that pretty mouth, love."

She licked her lips, then leaned in. The first touch was tentative, a slow, wet drag of her tongue from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip, swirling around the head like she was savoring the salty tang.

A soft, needy hum vibrated against me as she tasted that bead of pre-cum and swallowed it down.

Her eyes fluttered half-shut, but she kept them on mine, that slutty little spark igniting.

Then she took me deeper. Her lips stretched wide around my girth, sliding down inch by thick inch until the head nudged the back of her throat.

She held there, throat fluttering, eyes watering beautifully, before pulling back with a wet pop and diving in again.

The sounds were obscene, soft, greedy slurps, the faint gag when I rocked my hips just enough to test her limits.

Spit trailed from the corners of her mouth, glistening on her chin, dripping in thin silver strings onto the swell of her breasts where her jacket had come undone.

She cupped my balls with one hand, rolling them gently, while the other stroked the base she couldn’t swallow.

Every bob of her head was deliberate, devoted, her tongue pressing flat and swirling on the underside like she was trying to milk me dry.

"Fuck, Rosaline," I groaned, voice low and rough. "Look at you. My perfect little cocksucker, right here in the open. I bet if those soldiers knew you had this side to you, they’d be hard as steel right now, wondering how that throat feels."

She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my spine.

Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, pressing against the soaked crotch of her trousers, rubbing herself shamelessly while she sucked me.

I let her worship me for long, indulgent minutes, savoring every slick glide, every hungry suck. When my balls started to draw up, I eased her off with a gentle tug of her hair.

Her lips were swollen and shiny, spit-slick, a thin string of saliva still connecting them to my throbbing cock. She gasped for air, eyes glassy with lust, chest heaving.

I pulled her to her feet slowly, almost tenderly. My hands settled on her waist, thumbs stroking the curve of her hips through the fabric.

The shift was seamless, no rush, just heat building into something deeper.

I tilted her chin up and kissed her. Slow. Deep. Tasting myself on her tongue, the faint salt and her own sweetness mingling.

She melted against me instantly, arms looping around my neck, body pressing flush so I could feel the hard points of her nipples through her open jacket.

"You’re incredible," I murmured against her mouth between kisses, voice soft now, laced with genuine affection. "Not just my Commander. Not just my toy. You’re mine, Rosaline. Every filthy, perfect inch of you."

She shivered, eyes fluttering shut as I trailed kisses along her jaw, down the elegant line of her throat. "Aristarkh... I shouldn’t want this so much. Not out here. Not with them still watching us like that." Her voice cracked on the last word, but her hips rolled against me, seeking friction.

"But you do," I whispered, nipping her earlobe. My hand slid down, cupping her mound through her trousers. She was drenched, the heat soaked straight through the cloth, her folds puffy and slick beneath my palm.

I rubbed slow circles over her clit, feeling her tremble. "It makes you even wetter, doesn’t it? Knowing their eyes are on you while I claim what’s mine."

She whimpered, grinding shamelessly into my hand. I unbuttoned her jacket with deliberate care, peeling it open to reveal the lacy bra that barely contained her full breasts.

I pushed the cups down, freeing them. Her nipples were tight, dusky peaks begging for attention.

I bent my head and took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking and swirling until she arched and moaned my name like a prayer.

My other hand worked her trousers open, sliding inside to find her bare, dripping cunt.

Two thick fingers parted her slick folds, circling her swollen clit with teasing pressure before dipping inside her.

"Gods, you’re so tight," I groaned against her breast, adding a second finger and curling them just right. She clenched around me immediately, hips rolling to take more. "So wet for me already. I love how your body responds, like it was made to please me."

The romance wrapped around us like warm silk, kisses turning deeper, my free hand stroking her back, her hair, her cheek with surprising gentleness while my fingers fucked her slowly, deliberately.