Forgive her

“Yes, of course you are forgiven.” How could you say anything else under the circumstances? Sweeping Cassiopeia into your arms you carry her back to the bed and set her gently at its edge. The slender blonde sighs in relief as she senses your anger turn again to desire. Her arms stretch to the sides and her back arches slightly lifting her small breasts in an unmistakable invitation. She watches you as your hands reach for her alabaster breasts and she cries out in joy as you cup them in your hands feeling the soft warmth of her tits against your palms. The small pink nipples harden as you caress her and her breathing now comes in gasps from between her parted lips.

Her lips are not the only thing that part. As you stand by her side stroking this former acolyte in the Temple of Athena her thighs slowly spread wide until with a mischevous smile her legs encircle your waist pulling you against her soft belly. She is now in the exact position of the bride in the mural. Your shaft, as hard now as it has ever been, presses against her down covered mound leaving no doubt about your intentions.

“Do you think she knew she’d be given to him?” Asks Cassiopeia as you press even more firmly against her and then seeing the confused look on you face she adds quickly. “The Princess, do you think she had been told about her groom-to-be?” You really could care less about the mural behind you but she seems genuinely interested.

“Perhaps.” You grunt a little shortly “Or perhaps she was sent as tribute in an attempt to seal an alliance or placate a dangerous enemy.” She looks with renewed interest across the room at the painting.

“You mean she might have been given to the lord to simply take as a ****, not even as a bride?” She presses herself against your hips excited by the possibility. It was as likely as her fanciful wedding night scenario.

“Certainly.” You reply as with one hand you guide the head of your rod into the tight slit of her sex. “Remember, your city prides itself on the number of noblewomen from other city-states that find themselves serving its ruling elite on their backs.” She is moving now, her hips twisting and turning to ease your entry into her tight sheath but her mind is still clearly elsewhere.

“Then this girl might be a captured prize simply purchased by that lecherous old man from an auction block.” She must feel your manhood press slowly into her unclaimed passage and yet she still is gazing across the room to the mural.

“Certainly, or maybe he is a king and she was sent as a sacrifice (either willing or otherwise) by her city elders to appease this patrician.” Under you Cassiopeia becomes suddenly still as you press against her hymen. “Or she might well be a bride as you first imagined.” You add in an attempt at kindness. “Either way she is being well used by the man, just as I intend to use you.” With these words Cassiopeia finally looks away from the far wall and her eyes meet yours. She gives you the slightest nod and with that you press deeply into her tearing her open and causing her to scream in pain.

She is tight. Tighter even than Adrianna had been when you first claimed her but ignoring her cries of pain you push yourself fully into her before pausing to let her adjust to your size. You had wanted to be gentle but as innocent and as slender of frame this teen had been you doubt you could have done much better. Cassiopeia whimpers under your hard body and her hands clench against your arms but once again her hips begin to move against you searching for something that eludes her.

Encouraged by her response you begin to gently slide in and out of her and soon her moans take on an added element of need.

“Oh yes Captain!” She cries out and her frame shudders in a tiny release. Your movements become sharper now, hard thrusts that drive deeply into her causing her to call out once again in pain. More importantly you see signs of an oncoming climax, you too are nearing your limit and you hope to push this newly opened woman over the edge before you explode into her.