A tight to stretch

"Is that all men ever think about?" Relia's jaw tightens as she speaks. "I've told you already, you can't have me," she glances at the pair of slaves waiting by the door and with an exaggerated sigh she offers a compromise. "You can use one of them, if you're quick." You'll have to be quick. Yet another look out the window confirms that the drake-wires still block your escape. From the main courtyard below you can see a few well organized platoons of invaders moving purposefully deeper into the city as well as a few groups of citizens rallying to the cries of charismatic leaders trying to fight the inevitable. Ignoring the mass chaos of warriors smashing their way into houses and plundering anything of value you turn your attention back to the two slaves.

The small-boned blonde is so thin you wonder if she could break if one of those burly hoplites captured her and bent her over for his pleasure. Her breasts don't even look particularly small because her waist is a thin as your thigh and her torso not all that much bigger. She looks away quickly when she sees you appraising her and you wonder if she's had any experience with men at all. It is hard to imagine that a **** as pretty as she is in her own dainty way could have avoided the attention of men. More likely, her experience with sex has been one of pain and humiliation, and she doesn't know how good it can feel when a man takes the time to treat her right.

You don't have as much time as you'd like, but getting her juices flowing loosening up her tight little pussy a little before you left might be the kindest thing you can do for her. You lick your lips in anticipation as you step towards your selection.

"Mistress, not me, please!" The slight woman turns to Lady Relia hoping for help. "Let him have Junia, she wants him. I can smell her juices from here." It was true, the curvy brunette had the look of a woman as badly in need of a cock as you were of some pussy, but there is something about stretching open a tight young woman that you're in the mood for. Lady Relia for her part seems more relieved to learn that you find one of her slaves acceptable than concerned about what the **** in question desires. You can't help but wonder if a little more intense persuasion might have given you a chance with this proud noblewomen of Athenapolis. With one final appraising glance at the other **** and her mistress you take the blonde by her hand and lead her to your bed.

"Wait!" The **** whispers softly, "You could take my Mistress, she's thin like me, but she's got nice breasts - and she's still a virgin." Clearly there is no love lost between this noble woman and her slaves, but you ignore the slender blonde's last ditch effort to avoid her fate and lead her to your bed.

"What's your name?" You ask gently, more as a way to break the silence than because you really care.

"Europa, Sir" Now that her fate has been sealed the girl seems a little more receptive to you and you decide to continue the sweet-talk for a little longer before you get down to business.

"That's a lovely name for a lovely young woman." You tell her and earn a shy smile for your efforts and you decide to press her a little. "Do you like kissing?" To your delight the girl blushes from her cheeks all the way down her pale throat. Before she can turn you down you tilt her head to meet yours and softly brush her lips with yours. At first there is only a stiffening of her slender body and the tightening of her lips under yours indicates that she is expecting a full-on **** by your tongue. However, you are willing to take some time with the early moments of this encounter and after a while her lips soften under yours and she begins to rock slowly with the gentle kiss.

For a moment you think the soft moan is coming from the quivering blonde, but when it is repeated a little louder you realize that it is the other **** who is responding to the kiss with as much or even more enthusiasm than the woman in your arms. The curvy brunette has one hand under her short **** tunic and the other is massaging her plump tit through the coarse fabric. What surprises you even more is that the proud Lady Kiriakolis seems as interested in what you are doing as her earthy **** is. Before Europa become aware of the audience you turn your attention back to the slender woman in your arms, this time slipping your tongue between her parted lips and finding hers inside her mouth.

"Mmmm." Europa's throaty moan is not anywhere as loud as her companion's but it is music to your ears all the same.

"You are a wonderful kisser." You whisper softly against her ear as your hand rests on her bare thigh. Another inarticulate gasp escapes her lips and you wait to see if it is in response to your compliment or the way your hand is moving under the hem of her short ****-tunic. Another deep kiss allows you to shift her position so she is draped across your lap and gazing up at you with glistening eyes when you separate your mouth from hers.

"Is this better than what you were expecting?" Your question takes her a little by surprise and you see her evaluating the way she is draped over your thighs with your hand between hers just a few fingers from the junction of her legs.

"I like kissing," she concedes even as she shifts slightly to put some room between her hip and the hard bulge of your cock. "I just don't like it when they stick them inside me."

"Maybe we can do something about that? Huh?" When she nods hesitantly, you kiss her again confident that very soon the good Lady and her dark-haired **** were going to get a erotic display that would really get their juices flowing.