"Maybe I will"

"Maybe I will." You laugh easily as you slap her playfully on her ass. You have not forgotten the feeling of the younger sister's firm tits back at the **** pens and the image of having her lithe body jerking under you as her sister holds her ankles is a pretty attractive. It is not hard to picture the pair of these pretty young brunettes naked and ready to be fucked.

Instead of getting distracted by this delightful mental image, you change the topic. "But what about your Auri?" Her eyes darken a little at the memory of her old life, but then she bites her lower lip nervously.

"I'm starting to think you were right about him." Alicia's eyes lift to meet yours shyly. "Do you think he loved me at all?"

"He must have," you assure her wondering at how much the nature of this encounter is changing. "He asked you to be his wife, after all, and you gave him your virtue."

"No, I didn't." Her voice is so muted that you don't understand what she's saying until she explains. "I didn't give him my virginity. He took it." The irony of the situation would have made you laugh, but the pain on Alicia's face stops you from making that mistake. "We were in my parent's garden, kissing and stuff, when he started pulling at my robes." Her fingers twist together as she recounts the encounter with her boyfriend. "I told him I'd satisfy him like I had the week before, but he got angry." She pauses long enough to take a sip from the wine cup you had offered her a while ago before settling demurely by your side on the bed with her knees pressed tightly together and her hands resting on her thighs. "He told me that If he had to go fight like a man on the walls that he wanted me to serve his needs like a real woman."

"So, maybe I was right about him." You rest your hand on her knee almost gently and she smiles sadly at you.

"It was crazy." Her eyes are searching yours for sympathy or perhaps just understanding. "My parent's gardens are not large and there were other couples walking in and out all the time, but he pulled me under a mulberry tree and tore at my house tunic ripping the fabric at the neck while I pleaded with him to stop."

"Did you yell for help?" You regret the question as soon as the words slip out. Obviously, she hadn't because she didn't have that white silk ribbon that was on her sister's arm. Alicia doesn't seem to mind the implication that somehow, she could or should have done something.

"Not at first," she hangs her head hiding her face behind a veil of dark hair, "and by the time I realized he wasn't going to stop his hand was covering my mouth and his cock was between my legs." Her shoulders twitch in a suppressed shudder. "It hurt so bad that if his hand hadn't been there, you would have heard my scream all the way up in your Rider tower."

"I'm sorry." It is of course absurd to apologize for the actions of a man you didn't even know especially because of the circumstances under which you met, but the soft words of encouragement seem to help a little.

"The worst part is that I let him fuck me again..." and after a moment of silence she adds bitterly "... twice!" Alicia's hands clench together in little fists on her lap. "I convinced myself that I loved him. That we were star-crossed lovers torn apart by the horrors of war and that I wanted him to have me before he was killed." She seems surprised by the angry fists on her thighs and opens them carefully taking your hand between her soft palms instead. "That was bull-shit, wasn't it?"

"Afraid so." You confirm the sudden clarity in her understanding.

"You're not much better, Rider." She points her finger accusingly at your chest. "You took me from that **** pen to fuck me like a piece of meat, not make me realize my whole life is a lie."

"Well, I tried to do my part, but your life might not be so bad." You slap her finger away playfully, "You might be redeemed by your family from the auction block and still find a husband to make you an honest woman."

"Or" Alicia pauses running her soft fingers along the hard muscles of your forearm, "you could buy me and fuck me like a hot **** as often as you like." Her hand squeezes you to get your attention, "I meant it about you buying my chaste little sister; I'd rather have you teach her what it should feel like to have a man spread her thighs than a bastard like Aurilious or one of his crew."