Garrett’s fate

Garrett finished in the privy and returned to the bedchamber, unaware of Dale’s unfaithfulness. Why was she wearing her translucent black-market negligee? The thin fabric clung to her every curve, her dark nipples already tight against the sheer material. Her eyes glittered with something between amusement and hunger.

“You’re really going to do it,” she said, voice low. “Tomorrow morning you’ll be that little collared pet on the rail that you cheated on me with,” she said with a small grin.

“Quiet woman. You know that bedding a slavegirl is not adultery,” Garrett growled.

Dale chuckled, “Tiny waist, soft tits, shaved cunt… and no cock at all.” She stepped closer, one hand sliding down the front of his britches again, finding him already half-hard. “Does that terrify you, husband? Or is part of you already wondering what it will feel like when Lord Drask spreads your new slavegirl legs?”

“Dale—” Garrett rolled his eyes.

She silenced him with a kiss that was more bite than affection, then pushed him backward onto the bed. The negligee pulled up in one smooth motion. She climbed atop him, bare and already slick. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his britches, grinding her wet sex along the length of his shaft until he was fully hard.

“I want to feel you one more time while you’re still a man,” she whispered, positioning him and sinking down in a single, greedy thrust. “Before you’re the one with the pussy getting filled. Trust me. It feels good,” she clenched her pussy to accentuate her words.

“Be quiet,” he muttered as he rocked his hips in time with her, trying to not think about what she said. No real man wants to be a woman.

Dale rode him hard, her broad hips rolling hungrily, her full breasts bouncing, her long sharp nails digging into his chest. With every downward thrust she leaned forward and murmured filthy predictions against his ear—how soft Pria’s tiny slave body would feel, how the slave drug would make him drip and beg, how ten minutes of Lord Drask’s cock would break him and make him a woman.

“Be quiet. I am a man!” Garrett wanted to answer more forcefully, to protest her insinuations, but Dale’s cunt clenched doomfully around him and her words echoed in his mind too vividly. He didn’t trust himself.

When she finally came she was loud, her head thrown back and thighs trembling. Her orgasm was a long broken cry that echoed off the stone walls. She kept riding through it, her spawning walls milking him until he spilled deep inside her with a groan he could not hold back. Only then did she collapse forward, still impaled, breathing hard against his neck.

“Tomorrow you’ll be the one fucked on her hands and knees,” she whispered, almost tender. “Sleep well, knight. You’ll need the rest.”

He slept eventually, exhausted and uneasy.