Enough waiting

You move so quickly that the young woman can only shriek in surprise as you spin her around and pin her to the central post with the weight of your body. One hand holds her wrists together above her head while your other hand pulls down sharply of the soft cotton of her inner tunic where it hangs from her narrow waist. Her ass fits perfectly against your hips and her squirming in your grasp does little more than rub you just right, finally when she becomes aware of the hard cock pressing against her.

"You said you wouldn't **** me." That was true, but back in the tent she told you that she knew how to please a man so turnabout was fair play. Instead of defending yourself, you whisper your crude intentions into her delicate ear.

"You know what, girl?" She shudders against you as you slide your hand down from her neck to pinch one of her puckered teats, "I've changed my mind. If you'd rather not do it nicely, I think I'll try it another way." In fact, judging by the way her nipple has hardened under your rough fingers, and the soft whimpers you can barely hear, that might be what she wants - or gets no matter what she says.

"No!" Remembering how Lady Relia's protests had turned to cries of ecstasy you decide to find out if this pretty young thing would prove as malleable.

"Oh Yes!" Your voice is low and harsh, "Trust me, by the time I'm done fucking this ripe body of yours you'll never want Aurilius or any other man." As expected this threat causes her to squirm against your ass again and you press against her back, pushing her chest hard against the tent post while pulling sharply on her thick hair until her fighting subsides. "Don't pretend you don't like this, slut," you continue your verbal ****, "I bet you're slut pussy is dripping down your thighs right now."

A quick check with your free hand doesn't find any juices dripping on her thigh, but her pussy is hot and slick when you jab two fingers up into her.

"Ooohh!" Her gasp is a mixture of surprise, pain and, much to your satisfaction, pleasure. Another sharp twist of her hair turns her head enough for your mouth to find hers and as she jerks on your fingers your tongue spears past her teeth and into her mouth. Her mouth tastes like wine and olives, and after a surprisingly short time you feel her soften in your arms and submit to your demanding kisses. If she was hoping that her surrender would soften your approach she is sadly mistaken, your fingers dig as deep as they can and wiggle inside her as your tongue plunders her mouth and you continue to twist fiercely at her hair.

"Please..." She sounds broken when you finally lift your mouth from hers. "I'll do it, I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me."