She yelped when Rhys did exactly as he'd promised and ripped her bra off her.

Quinn found herself on her back on the bed in the next second, gasping when the harbinger continued undressing her like it was the last time they saw each other. She was silently thankful she didn't get attached to her clothes or else it would have been really difficult to protect them from Rhys.

"Fuck..." Quinn murmured when Rhys knelt on the floor beside the bed and spread her legs.

She was pulled along with the sheets to the edge of the bed and then she felt Rhys' tongue pressed against her pussy. Quinn cried out as he began licking her with passion that spoke of unrestrained need.

The warmth spread through her at once and Quinn's back arched off the bed. She grasped at the sheets, trying to hold herself in place, but it was almost impossible not to writhe when the mouth on her was that good.

It felt like Rhys found every single erogenous inch of her and pressed his hot tongue against them. Quinn was moaning breathlessly, trying to conjure some words, some way of communicating to him how badly she needed him to fuck her.

"More," she panted. "Rhys..."

As an answer, the harbinger pulled her even closer, up against his face as he lapped at her sex, making Quinn mewl. Strong hands were holding her legs spread and her pussy against Rhys' mouth. She was so wet for him with barely any stimulation that it was driving her insane. Quinn cried out when Rhys spread her pussy lips with his fingers and licked her sensitive flesh, pushing his tongue into her and tonguing her entrance.

"You –" Quinn managed. "I want you! Please, Rhys, fuck..."

"Tell me what you need," the harbinger growled, pulling back from her just for a moment. "Let me hear that beautiful voice plead for me."

"You," Quinn cried. "I want your cock in my mouth. Let me suck you. I want to know how much of you I can take."

She could feel a shudder run through Rhys' powerful, flawless body. The thick, wide shoulders her legs were resting on were trembling from desire as she spoke. Quinn felt a wide grin tugging at her lips. Even warlords weren't immune to such lust, such an offer.

Her body protested when Rhys stood and hastily undressed himself, never turning his burning eyes from her. Quinn herself realized that she'd spoken the truth. She did want to take that hot, thick cock between her lips and see how much of Rhys' arrogant pride she could break.

The warlord climbed on the bed, straddling her and pushing the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Quinn closed her eyes in pleasure, trying to breathe through her nose when the huge member was thrust deeper into her throat. Her hands flew to Rhys' strong, muscled thighs for support. Slowly, carefully at first, he began fucking her mouth, pushing his cock deeper with each motion.

Quinn opened her eyes, choking, when Rhys hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck," he groaned, his pace faltering for a moment when their gazes locked. "Fuck, you feel good. Take it, just like that. Yes, suck on it!"

Quinn did. Her fingers were dragging lines on Rhys' thighs but the warlord barely seemed to notice, so caught up with her and her mouth.

She loved it, loved every single second of it even despite the discomfort. Rhys' cock was hard and throbbing in her mouth, heavy on her tongue as he made her deep-throat him. Quinn moaned around his cock, taking it as far as she could.

"You are so fucking hot like this," Rhys growled. "My cock between your pretty pink lips, sucking me. Lick me, right there... yes!"

Quinn rolled her tongue around the cock, licking the tip of it and sucking at the same time. The harbinger groaned and Quinn could taste precum on her tongue.

Then he pulled away, panting heavily and positioned himself on top of her.

"If it's hard you want, I'll give it to you," Rhys promised, looking at her. "I'll lift your legs on my shoulders and pound you into this bed right now if that's what you need."

"Yes, oh gods, yes," Quinn moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Rhys didn't let her ask for it twice. He supported her legs on his powerful shoulders. Quinn could feel the muscles roll under his skin as he bent over her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She cried out when he thrust himself inside, stretching her pussy wide for his huge cock.

Almost bent in double, Quinn grabbed onto her legs, holding herself open and wide for Rhys as the harbinger fucked her as hard as he'd promised.

"Yes!" she moaned.

Every scream that was ripped from her throat was punctuated by a merciless, hard thrust straight to her core. Her body was trembling, overrun by the ecstasy that threatened to knock her out cold.

Rhys' hot, amazing body was hard and hot on top of her, slamming into her ruthlessly. Quinn knew there was pain somewhere after such a short foreplay, but she couldn't bring herself to care. It was fine if she couldn't walk for a week, if she could be fucked out of her mind by the most gorgeous man alive.

"Mine," Rhys groaned, bending down to kiss her, the changed angle making Quinn moan even louder. "You are mine."

"Yours," she cried, her voice breaking from the desire running wild in her body. "Yours, yours!"

The reality slipped away from Quinn. The pleasure that was coursing through her was so intense she could barely withstand it. Her wet pussy clamped down on Rhys' hard cock hitting the spot with every brutal thrust. She could feel and hear how close they both were, yet neither of them was prepared to let go, not when it felt so good it nearly took their minds.

"Faster!" Quinn gasped. "I'm so close –"

Rhys did exactly so. She had no idea how it was even possible, but suddenly it felt like she was being fucked by a jackhammer. Her body wasn't able to meet the rhythm Rhys set so Quinn just held on, kissing every inch of his hot, tanned flesh. The diadon implanted into the harbinger's chest was pressing against her body, cold in a world where everything was so scorching hot it felt like burning.

She had never been fucked like that. Quinn hadn't believed it was possible to fuck like that, to lose all sense and reason and her mind as it seemed. Every second made the pleasure more blinding, more overwhelming until she couldn't do anything else but scream as Rhys pounded her into the bed.

"Cum for me," the harbinger grunted. "Cum for me, my love. I want to feel you when I spill my seed into your tight, wet pussy."

Quinn screamed. The desperate cry was lost in Rhys' kiss as her body shuddered and she cummed, the orgasm crashing into her so hard it left her breathless. No sound louder than a hopeless whimper came from her lips after that. Her pussy was milking Rhys' orgasm from him and Quinn shivered when she felt his warm seed filling her pussy.

The pleasure didn't disappear for long, long moments of contentedness, satisfied rushes of thrills running down her spine and flooding her entire body. Rhys thrust into her a few more times, grunting as even he couldn't control his breathing after the incredible sex.

When he pulled out of her, Quinn didn't think she could move a muscle if her life depended on it. She laid there, a wide smile on her lips. Rhys pressed soft kisses on her breasts, chuckling when Quinn moaned.

"It's going to be a rough storm," the harbinger said, kissing his way down her stomach, "but with you I'm sure we can find ways to busy ourselves until it passes. I'll have you screaming so loudly you'll drown out the storm."

Quinn believed him. She let out a happy, sated sigh. It didn't matter that all kinds of things were still wrong in her life and on Luminos. Rhys was right.

As long as they were together, everything would be fine.