Ciri submits. (MF, bondage, ncon)

She heard the heavy thud of the door closing behind her and flinched. Her face fell in defeat.

Ahmet bent down, picking the dagger from the ground, twisting it in his hand. He licked her lips as he stared at her.

“Remove your clothes” he ordered.

Ciri felt the heat of humiliation rise to her cheeks as she stood defiant before Ahmet. She hated the man, but he was not wrong. There was a better way to handle this, one did not involve slitting his throat here and now.

“You will leave the servant girl alone, you’ll leave them all alone,” she said through clenched teeth, Ahmet nodded in agreement.

She began to unbutton her shirt, it was a thin thing, silky, it hung loosely over her shoulders, she took her time, making sure to remove the dagger on her wrist as well. She put the shirt down on a table beside her.

Ahmets eyes darkened, Ciri wore nothing beneath, her breasts were perky, her nipples already hard. Goosebumps scattered across her bare flesh and her chest rose and fell with a heaviness that conveyed her own anticipation.

Ahmet stepped closer, licking his lips as he did. Ciri felt her body tense even more and she was barely able to stifle a moan as Ahmet brushed his hand across her chest. “You’re mine now. You’ll do what I say, when I say it. Understand?”

Ciri closed her eyes, and nodded. Ahmet reached down, his hand running along the hem of her dress that hung on her hips.

“You are not finished,” he said.

Ciri took a deep breath, and with **** but to obey she stepped back, her gaze never leaving his. He reached out and ran his hand down her arm as he began to undress her the rest of the way.

She let the skirt fall to the floor, Ahmet smiled in appreciation, again Ciri wore nothing under her clothes as if she had come here knowing what would happen.

Standing there naked before him was humiliating, demeaning but there was little she could do. She shifted on one foot, and Ahmet's eyes drifted down her naked body in appreciation. She hated how her body warmed as he leered.

“Good girl,” he replied. A chill ran down Ciri’s spine. “Now,” he said as he walked behind her, he grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back.

Was this what she had wanted? What she had planned. Ciri closed her eyes, Ahmet's hands guided her hands across each other, then she felt it. Course rope wrapping around her wrists. She flinched, then pulled away, Ahmet's grip tightened around her.

“You came into my room armed with a weapon. I do this for my safety.”

“You think I have more weapons hidden on me?” Ciri bit back. Ahmet looked her up and down, taking in the beauty of her naked form.

The rope around her wrists went taunt, Ciri winced as it was knotted tight, then wrapped around her elbows pinning her arms behind her back. Ahmet's hand trailed up her thigh, over the curve of her ass, giving it a hard squeeze before pushing her forward, he reached around cupping one breast, his breath warm against her back.

“There,” he pushed her forward, guiding her like she was his pet.

The rope was tight, limiting her movement, her skin was red from the pressure, and the tension on her arms **** her to stand straight, her breasts up and out. He turned her, both hands cupping her breasts before he bent down and captured one nipple in her mouth while walking them back to his bed

Ciri gasped at the sensation and felt her knees weaken. Ahmet smirked as he pulled away, his touch tickling her sensitive skin. He muttered to himself something about not wanting to be too gentle and pushed her forward onto the bed. That she needed to be punished for her transgression.

The silk sheets were soft against her skin, a stark contrast to the rough fibers of the rope binding her. They were cool to the touch compared to the heat coming from Ahmet's hands and mouth. He moved between her legs, looming over her. His hands clutched her waist, his eyes drilled into hers. He was in control here.

He bent over her, his warm breath sending goosebumps coursing up her stomach as he leaned close before he opened his mouth scraping his teeth over her navel, the flat muscles of her stomach flexed tight against his touch. He grabbed her ass, fingers dug into the well-toned muscle as he pulled her up, dragging him closer to him. Ciri held back a gasp. He kissed the skin of her stomach, then lower, then lower still, sliding comfortably between her legs.

Ciri did her best not to moan, to whimper, to admit to him or herself she enjoyed any of this.

This man was a predator, a villain, evil, she would not allow herself to enjoy what he was doing.

She felt his warmth breathe on her core, she twitched and felt a shiver run up her back. Her cunt ached.

“MMh,” She moaned as his tongue finally touched her, licking up her swollen slit. The sensation made her body twitch and throb. She had come here- Ciri moaned again -what had she come here to do? To kill him, to let him fuck her?

Ahmet's hands were everywhere, exploring and tantalizing her body as his tongue delved deeper into her folds. Ciri tried to resist, grinded her teeth together, she looked at the guard as he stood watching, still emotionless. She looked away, then down to where Ahmet was nestled between her legs, kissing and stroking and licking.

The sensation of his tongue on her was nearly too much. Her back arched and she twisted but he kept her still, his strong hands holding her in place, his mouth working wonders on her aching cunt.

Her thighs spasmed. Wet warm heat leaked from her cunt and spread throughout her body.

One of his fingers entered her, pushing past her tightness, aided by how wet she had become, then another joined and she could not stop from moaning. The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembled with intensity as she reached the brink of pleasure. She held onto the edge, determined to keep control, she would not let him win.

Ahmet felt Ciri's tight walls close around his fingers and he smiled. His tongue still moved, drawing lazy circiles around her clit, send pulsing vibrations through her body as his free hand kneaded her breasts rhythmically pulling and twisting her nipple, pushing Ciri further into a state of confused ecstasy. He would break this foolish girl who thought she was some kind of warrior, some kind of leader. He would bend her to his will.

The curl of his finger almost set Ciri over the edge, she whimpered, her vision going dark for a moment. She could not stop herself from lurching up and off the bed in a **** attempt to increase contact between them.

Somehow her legs had found themselves wrapped around his head, holding him in place, her quivering thighs guiding him. Was this her plan? To return to her **** and have her delve into her core, to submit once again?

She wanted to cry out, to moan but she held it back behind clenched teeth. He was a despicable disgusting man. His fingers curled again, pushing deeper inside her, his tongue swirled around her clit making her body tremble.

She had faced wyverns and vampires without flinching, she had been stabbed and blunged without making a sound, but even still she could not keep quiet against his man's onslaught.

"Ahh," Ciri cried, whatever resolve remained broken, her thighs quivered as he quickly brought her closer to release. She was so warm and tight and very so close. She pinched her eyes closed and waited for it, wanted it.

He pulled away and Ciri gasped.

“Tell me,” he demanded, “tell me what you want.”

“Fuck you," Ciri spat then fell back on the bed, her legs squeezed his head, she lifted her hips. She couldn't stop herself, she wouldn't say it, but she did not wish for him to stop.

Ahmet smiled. He slid two fingers along her slick walls and felt them tighten around him. His other hand massaged her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Ciri's breathing quickened, she was close to the edge, but he didn't let up, working his finger in deeper as he rubbed faster and pushed deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” Ciri cried out,

“Do you like that Princess? Do you like my tongue on your cunt?” Ahmet asked

“Fuck yoouhh-” Ciri repeated only to break into a moan as he pushed three fingers into her, and another teased her asshole. His mouth now taking her clit in greedy sucks and bites.

Ciri quivered, her body shaking as he drove her closer to orgasm with each thrust of his fingers. He felt the tension build with each stroke, he teased her, pushed her, his tongue swirled around her clit, and each time she rewarded him with a whoreish moan, each time her cunt got wetter for him.

No matter how hard she tried she could not stop the tidal wave of pleasure, it hit her hard, her body tensed and lifted off the bed. Her cunt clamped down around the invading fingers. Ahmets lips sealed around her clit, sucking harder.

Ciri cried out, cumming hard. Her orgasm hit her like a ram. She thrashed and then froze, a raspy moan escaping her.

“Fuuuck,” Ciri cried out, trembling, Ahmet continued to suck on her, his hands gripping her ass, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. Her breath caught in her throat, and she whimpered, warm pleasure coursed through her, blanketing her body, washing away the anger and despair and humilation, leaving nothing but need and want. She hated herself but loved how this felt.

She fell back down, her body going limp. Spent, done. She closed her eyes and wanted to weep. Her body was soaked with sweat, her cunt soaked with her arousal. She wished for this to be the end but knew she would find no luck.

Ahment kissed her thigh, then her cunt, then her stomach, he worked his way up her body, dragging himself across her. Ciri trembled with disgust as she felt him slide against her, every inch of him touching her,

He reached her face, grabbed her head and **** her to look at him, she felt him reach down, grabbing his cock. She whimpered as a tremor ran through her as he lined himself up with her aching swollen cunt.

He pressed into her and her body spread for him, welcoming him. Her wet cunt ached for him.

“Tell me what you want Princess,” Ahmet groaned, his entire body pressed into her, her thighs had nowhere to go but to cradle his hips, his chest pressed against hers, wiry hairs rubbed against her peaked nipples.

“Tell me.” he pulled on the back of her head and pressed his hips forward.

“MMh,” Ciri moaned as the first inch of his cock entered her. Her cunt spasmed and she bared her teeth in a growl. Her arms pulled on the rope holding them in place.

“Fuck you,” she repeated for a third time. Another inch of his cock entered her, the pressure inside her was deliciously painful.

“Tell me whore,” Ahmet said and reached down between her bodies, finding the clit he had been torturing with his mouth minutes before.

Ciri’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering.

“Fuck me,” she whined, and Ahmet pushed forward, sinking the full length of his cock inside her wet and wanting body.

Ahmet began thrusting, each movement a little harder and faster than the last. Ciri’s hips rocked to meet his movements, her pussy gripping him, milking him with each pull.

“Harder!” The Princess cried out her voice rising in pitch with each deep thrust from Ahmet. He complied pulling her tighter against him, her moans and screams echoing off the walls of the chamber.

Ahmet started to move faster, his thrusts becoming more powerful with each stroke. Ciri’s cries of pleasure reached a fever pitch as she fell over the brink into orgasm and Ahmet followed her moments later, releasing deep inside her.

“Mine,” he repeated.

Ciri closed her eyes, feeling nothing but the warm sensation of his cock emptying his seed inside her womb.