Clarify what she is thinking

"You don't know what you're talking about Lady Relia Kiriakolis," using her full name to remind her of her station and position within the city she has left behind. "What do imagine would happen to you when you were found hiding in some closet of your mansion."

"I'd be dragged to the nearest bed chamber, most likely the very room that I sleep in." Relia's breathing quickens, "and my robes would be cut away by my captor."

"Or captors," you remind her, "warriors searching for loot usually work in groups of three or four in case they run into trouble." Relia's eyes widen in surprise. Clearly like most of the women in Athenapolis, she has envisioned what it might be like to be captured and taken, but her romanticized versions did not include a crowd of men waiting for their turn at her sweet body. To your surprise she nods in agreement and continues with this new reality as she lies on top of you with her warm breasts pressed against your chest. Her lips brush against yours softly as she describes the scene.

"I'd plead for mercy, offering them gold and jewels - but they wouldn't stop until the last shred of clothing was stripped form my naked body." Relia covers her breasts with her arms and twists her legs hiding the golden curls between her thighs. "They'd push me onto my bed, 'Please,' I'd beg 'I'm still a virgin. I'll be worth more if I am pure.' But they'd just laugh at me, and pull my legs and arms apart holding me open for the first man to take his turn." Laying back on the quilt she lifts her arms over her head and spreads her legs wide; biting her lower lip between her teeth she waits for your reaction to such a brazen display.

"Do you think that first man would be gentle?" You ask as you climb between her thighs, it is impossible to refuse an invitation like that. "After all, it would be your first time with any man."

"No!" Relia gasps, "A common soldier like that doesn't care about anything other than taking what he wants," her body wiggles under yours brushing your chest with her breasts and pressing her soft belly firmly against your hardened member. "And the others would be waiting impatiently for their turn..."

"So you'd just let them fuck you?" You ask as you breath in the scent of her jasmine perfume.

"Oh no!" Despite her body's obvious arousal at the idea of being at the mercy of man after man, she seems offended at your suggestion. "I'd squirm and kick trying to break free, and I'd threaten them. 'You bastards, I'm a Lady of Athenapolis, keep your filthy cocks away from me.' But one weak woman against four brawny soldiers - I wouldn't have a chance." That much at least Relia has right, although you doubt the men in question would be so kind as to take turns with her squirming body.

Thankfully as you slowly press into her, Relia doesn't fight you like she fights the men in her imagined ravishment, but she does make it clear what she wants.

"Do it!" She hisses, "Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you haven't had a woman in weeks." She must remember how little patience you had with her slaves when you first met, because her next words remind you of how horny you'd been. "Fuck me, without mercy like you fucked the ****-girls I brought to your apartment."