Finger her 'til she breaks

From behind Miranda, where it is a little safer, you turn your attention to bringing the young woman's natural heat to a full boil. One hand finds the small gap between her thighs while your other arm reaches under her neck and down to cup her left tit. There is another brief struggle in which she is able to bang your cheek with the back of her head, but it doesn't take long for Miranda to accept that chained as she is, she cannot avoid your searching hands. She's undeniably already aroused, and both her pussy and tits respond to the gentle caresses and teasing of your fingers.

"You said you weren't going to **** me..." for the first time you think you hear a hint of doubt in the Amazon's tone.

"Well, I'm an optimistic type of guy, Miranda." You keep your tone as casual as possible even as the tightness and slick heat inside her excites you. You're not really fooling the Amazon with your light banter because she must surely feel the hard length of your cock pressed into the small of her back. "I may not get to fuck you, but how many men can say they fingered one of the warriors of Accor to satisfaction?"

"A pathetic man like you could never satisfy me..." Her words are still defiant, but the way her hips have started to rock gives you confidence that you are on the right track.

"What kind of man would you want then?" you ask, more than a little curious about what turns on a man-hating Amazon like this. "A battle-hardened bastard from Polares who's dedicated his life to battle? Maybe a sweet-talking princeling from Polhermes who can make you forget you're a killer and make you feel like a princess for the night?"

"Shut up Korban!" There is no way you're going to stop either the teasing or your **** on her twerking body. Not even Relia responded to your touch with this much need. Even though this Amazon is struggling to break free of her chains, her hips are gyrating so much that keeping your fingers in her pussy is getting harder. On the plus side, each time she pushes back against you, your cock is rubbed very sweetly by her ass and the soft skin of her lower back.

"You know you need a man." Your soft words elicit a moan of desire from the chained woman, "a man who can bring out the woman in you and fill your womb with his son."

"Fuck you Rider, there's no way any man can make me grant him a son." Somewhere in the past you remember hearing that there are no male children on Accor, and that other than a few emasculated servants and laborers, the entire island is occupied by only hot man-hating women who secretly yearn for a man to break them in. What kind of man would it take to make a whole tribe of repressed woman beg for his cock?

"Or maybe you want an Outlander?" You ask, "A huge barbarian mercenary to throw you aver his hairy shoulder? Even better - a Corressi cavalrymen with an extra-long lance, or would you prefer one of the freed slaves living it up in Kalion?" You don't know if it your litany of possible male consorts, the way you've been teasing her sex or just Miranda's own heat, but she is right on the edge of a climax.

If you are ever going to try your luck with one of those cursed Amazons. this is the time to do it, or you could make her scream out and start all over again until she is begging you to fuck her...