Alicia is more than enough

"Don't worry pretty one," you squeeze the virgin pussy one more time before pulling her tunic shut again. "I'm sure some old bastard will want to spread your pretty thighs soon enough." Turning your attention to Alicia you pull her firmly to your side. "I think I'll be more than satisfied with your big sister here, don't you?"

The look on the young captive's face is a mixture of relief followed by shame and guilt that her sister would be suffering the fate she thought she was facing. You do not give the pair the time to get emotional as you drag the older brunette with her expressive eyes and fat tits to the front of the tent.

The procedure for acquiring your selection is so routine that you have to wonder how many young women have been handed over to men with the simple singing of a paper. Of course having the Lord Marshal's approval helped smooth the process, but this is not the only beautiful young captive who is being led to the tents of the invading armies. Your implied threat to take Alicia's virgin sister if she is too much trouble is all it takes to pacify your selection, and she meekly allows you to lead her to the slaver's table and then with the identification tag twisted around her bare arm out into the bustling camp.

As you follow Theo to your tent, you cannot keep your hands off of the slender figure of the trembling young woman, stroking her smooth skin and squeezing handfuls of soft flesh through the thin fabric of her tunic. Her ass feels amazing, as do her plump little tits and you can't wait to get her out of her clothes and onto her back. Unlike the fierce pride that you had to deal with from Lady Relia, this pretty brunette seems resigned to her fate, offering only feeble protests about being surrounded by the many others in this camp. It is only when you reach your destination that she tries to save herself.

"Please, you don't have to do this." Alicia pleads with you as Theo holds open the flap to your tent. She's right, you don't have to do anything with the girl, but you certainly intend to. You cannot fail to notice the two hoplites who are stationed just outside your tent entrance, the Lord Marshal might be treating you as a guest, but he is no fool. All the same, the tent is an indication that you will not suffer as long as your intelligence about Prince Anochises is proved out, and with Alicia to serve your needs you intend to enjoy yourself.

Inside the mid-sized tent is a table with a large plate piled high with meat and bread, an amphora of wine and another smaller one for oil. Perhaps, more importantly, a makeshift bed of piled rugs that looks far more comfortable than the nest you fashioned last night is in the rear of the tent. Theo grins broadly as you push the pretty brunette ahead of you into the small tent and with a cheerful slap on your back.

"Have fun!" He wishes you well as you follow your selection in. Once alone in the tent Alicia turns to you hopefully.

"You could help us, Rider." She begins shyly. "I'd be ever so grateful."

"Help you?" You ask as you pour yourself a cup of wine, "How could I help you?"

"You're a Rider," she whispers softly as if she is afraid of being overheard. "You can fly me and my sister to safety." You laugh at the silly fool as you drink the entire cup of wine and then wipe your dripping mouth with your sleeve.

"Do you know what happened to the last noblewoman who I flew to safety?" You ask as you close the gap between you. When Alicia shakes her head with her pretty wide eyes silently begging you, you gently take her hands in yours and tell her how you stripped away Lady Relia's tunic as she was tied to your drake. She stares at you in horror as you continue.

"She had never been with a man, but I fingered her for so long that her virgin pussy dripped with juices and her tight ass was nicely stretched out." Alicia tries to pull her hands away, but your hands are much too strong for that. "Then I fucked her ass until she exploded." You see her struggling to understand and so you make things perfectly clear for the girl. "Later that night I claimed her maidenhead, and fucked her tight little pussy again and again so she could learn just what a man does to a woman." Alicia's eyes widen and mouth opens in shock at your casual admission of villainy unable to articulate her thoughts. "This morning I flew her back to the United Armies and turned her pretty ass over to the Lord Marshal's interrogators for questioning. Are you sure you want me to help you and your sister?"

"Y-y-you're a monster!" She stammers weakly, perhaps for the first time realizing just how hopeless her situation really is.

"I am." You agree good-naturedly pulling her close and lifting her chin until her eyes meet yours. "And do you know what monsters do to tasty little treats who fall into their wicked clutches?" She tries to avoid your mouth as you kiss her soft lips, but she is no match for you and soon you have her squirming in your embrace. Her kisses lack the practice that you were expecting when you chose her, but they were still very satisfying.

"Well, you're no slut." You tell her when you pull away satisfied with your first kiss and suddenly a little curious. "Your sister was right about that. How many lovers have you had?"

"Just Aurilius, my boyfriend."

"Did you two fuck often?" You ask her, enjoying how she squirms at your crude language. She must have decided that even this distasteful conversation is better than the alternative.

"No, only a few times. At first I was able to satisfy him with my hands and -" she blushes prettily "-mouth, but after a while that was not enough for Auri, so we did it a couple times. I don't like it though, it hurts." Her boyfriend must have been a total bastard you decide; to pester a young woman into giving up her virtue, and then when she does, not even taking the time to make it good. Makes you look not quite so bad.