A Mask On The Wall (Ch.135)

Khasar's gaze stared blankly ahead, hips thrusting forwards with measured force and a fast rhythm,

His attention was clearly elsewhere, even as he expertly rutted the bond woman, his manhood penetrating deeper with each thrust.

His hands held onto the waist of the bond woman, keeping her firmly in place while she jerked and thrashed in her passion, her cries of ecstasy echoing off of Khasar's walls.

It was for certain that her cries of pleasure would reach far beyond Khasar's quarters and that was exactly what Khasar wanted, for it to be known and heard that he was a man just like any other.

He was no less than any of his brothers. He could ravage any woman he pleased, even if he did not prefer to most of the time.

Just because he did not care as much for sexual pleasures did not make him any less of a man, his low born blood did not mean his manhood ceased to function.