Their passionate lovemaking reached new heights of intensity, their bodies slapping together with each powerful thrust. Sweat poured down their bodies, pooling on the floor beneath them. Mardonius' hands left her hips as he flipped them over, landing on top of her, he grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head back to expose her neck, biting down hard.
Artemisia moaned, her body trembling with pleasure and pain. "More," she begged, her voice barely recognizable. "Harder, General."
He complied, slamming into her harder, his hips moving in sync with hers. Their breathing became labored, their gasps and moans filling the room. Their bodies slapped together, creating a wet, sloppy soundtrack to their forbidden union.
Their passion reached its peak, and Artemisia's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She screamed out his name, her nails scratching his back, leaving red lines in their wake. Mardonius followed suit, his own release exploding inside her, filling her up to the brim.
Panting heavily, they collapsed onto the floor, their bodies still intertwined. Their hearts raced in unison, their breaths synchronizing. Gradually, they regained some semblance of composure, their chests heaving with exhaustion.
"That was... unexpectedly satisfying," Mardonius managed to croak out, his voice hoarse.
Artemisia smiled, her eyes half-lidded with fatigue. "Then perhaps we should do it again," she purred, her hand reaching for his member, still partially erect.
Mardonius nodded, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "As you wish, Your Majesty," he panted, rolling onto his side, pulling her close to him, he picked her up and pushed her onto her bed. He positioned himself between between her legs.
Artemisia wrapped her legs around his waist, her breasts pressed against his chest. They started their passionate dance again, their bodies moving in sync, their moans filling the room. Their lovemaking became more intense, rougher than before, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.
Mardonius' hands roamed freely over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, leaving marks on her pale skin. His lips found hers, their tongues tangling in a messy dance. Artemisia reciprocated, her hands roaming over his muscular torso, her nails digging into his skin.
As they continued, sweat poured down their bodies, their bodies glistening in the dim light. Their moans turned into growls of pleasure, their hips moving faster, harder, pushing them both closer to the edge.
Mardonius' pace increased, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful. Artemisia struggled to keep up, her body feeling stretched to its limits. She arched her back, her breasts swaying enticingly, her nails digging deeper into his skin.
"More," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Give me more, General."
He complied, his hands gripping her waist, lifting her up and then slamming her down onto his cock. Their bodies slapped together, generating a wet, sloppy sound that echoed in the empty chamber.
"Ahhh!" Artemisia cried out, her orgasm building up inside her once more. "I'm close... so close..."
Mardonius showed no signs of slowing down, his thrusts becoming even faster, more relentless. Artemisia's body shook with each powerful thrust, her moans turning into primal sounds of pleasure and pain. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her walls contracting around him forcefully.
However, instead of stopping, Mardonius picked up the pace even more, his cock pounding into her tight entrance relentlessly. Her body was unable to handle the onslaught.
"Please, stop... I can't..." she panted, her voice barely audible.
"Not yet, Your Majesty," he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her pussy. "Not until I've had enough of this beautiful queen."
Their bodies moved in a blur of sweat and flesh, their moans turning into primal grunts of pleasure. Artemisia's tightness around his cock drove him wild, and he lost himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking. His hands left her waist, grabbing her breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching them to his heart's content.
Despite her protests, Artemisia couldn't resist him. Her body responded to his brutal treatment, her orgasmic waves crashing over her like waves in a stormy sea. Her nails dug deeper into his back, leaving trails of blood, an offering to their depraved union.
The night wore on, their lovemaking unabated. Sweat coated their bodies, running down their faces and bodies, creating a sticky, tangible bond between them. Their moans turned into primal sounds of pleasure and pain, filling the empty chamber with their primal rhythm.
Mardonius' pace showed no signs of slowing down, his cock pounded into Artemisia relentlessly, driving her to the brink of exhaustion. Her body shook with each powerful thrust, her walls contracting around him in a vice-like grip. Despite her protests, she couldn't resist him, her body responding to his brutal treatment.
As dawn approached, their orgasms merged into one continuous wave of ecstasy, their bodies moving in sync like two parts of a single entity. Their moans turned into primal growls of pleasure, lost in the haze of their shared passion.
Finally, exhausted beyond words, Mardonius' thrusts slowed down, his hips finally stilled. Breathing heavily, he pulled out of her, leaving a trail of their shared fluids on her thighs and stomach. Their bodies lay entwined, covered in sweat and cum, their hearts racing in sync.
"That was... intense," Mardonius panted, his chest heaving. "I've never experienced anything like it."
Artemisia couldn't find the words to reply. Her body ached in a way it never had before, but there was a strange satisfaction mixed with the pain. "You... you were quite... impressive," she managed to croak out, her voice barely audible.
"So," she whispered, "How many times did we do it?"
Mardonius chuckled, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Count them if you dare, Your Majesty," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I believe we lost count somewhere around four times."
Artemisia rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the lingering ache between her legs. "More than four times? And you still have the energy to stand?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
"I'm a soldier, Your Majesty," he replied, sitting up and reaching for his discarded clothes. "I'm accustomed to pushing my body beyond its limits."