Complete it

The sounds of sex fill the empty command tent. Dilara, as you have come to know her, bends over your desk taking your pumps dutifully. With each grunt, you slap your hips into her earning a methodical grunt in response. Gripping her wide hips, you gaze at her olive skinned back while you rut into her. This was not love. It was lust and duty.

You relish the use of your nubile concubine and she similarly submits to your authority. As her tight, wet pussy envelopes your cock with each thrust, you pull her brown locks back to bring her face to meet yours. She was a beautiful girl. Foreign green eyes quiver as they struggle to meet your gaze through the fuck. She would be the first of many to conceive a war bastard. Perhaps your strong seed would empower their weak horde.

You feel your balls begin to tingle as her legs quiver from your breeding session. You grab her ample tits in your hand and use them as handles. Dilara starts to cry out in her foreign language, emitting high-pitched squeals. You would teach these exiled people the first lesson of horde life: winner takes all.

You groan as your balls unleash a white torrent into Dilara. Grabbing onto the table in front of you, she shakes in anticipation as you sheath your cock up to her womb. You quiver as euphoria overtakes your body and you deposit your conquering cum into her young, ready depths.

The impregnation of this Moselm princess would be the first symbol of your rule to her people. You deflowered and began a royal bloodline within her through right of conquest. There would be many more beautiful women you would take into your bosom.