Good night, good morning.

Johanna woke during the night with the groggy realization that she was being moved and positioned by a pair of strong hands. By the time she remembered where she was and who she was with, she was lying on her side, with King behind her. Neither of them spoke when he entered her like that, fucking her from behind with a steady, insistent rhythm. King groped lazily at her breast, but made no real attempt to give her pleasure, and after a few short minutes of thrusting, he came inside her once more. Johanna let out a gasp as his cock withdrew from her, and then King was asleep once more. Johanna followed him back into slumber shortly thereafter.

When next Johanna awoke, it was morning. Or, at the very least, the rain had stopped, and she was well-rested. She pulled herself into a sitting position, and looked down at the man sleeping next to her. Her feelings towards him were rather mixed at the moment. On the one hand, he seemed to be a very hard man, and a dangerous one. On the other, he had given her food and permanent shelter, and their coupling last night was extremely satisfying.

Johanna found her fingers gently running along King's shoulders, and after a moment of deliberation, she began to peel back the covers to once again expose his nude body. She admired his form with her eyes and hands both, quietly familiarizing herself with the man she would likely be spending many nights with in the future. As her examination reached his cock, she blushed to see the dried evidence of their earlier copulation. She reached out to touch the sleeping member, soft but heavy in her hand, and was caught off guard when a powerful hand clapped against her ass.

"Is my whore hungry for a little more tonight?"

“I’m not a whore,” Johanna responded automatically, but given that she was currently fondling the slowly hardening cock of a man she had met yesterday, in a bed he was only letting her use because she agreed to have sex with him, she had to admit that her behavior was a little bit whorish, at the very least.

“Of course you’re not. But you do want more?”

Johanna felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She did want more. Rather than say as much, though, she started to slowly stroke King to his full hardness. Once he was fully erect and ready for her, she slowly began to shift herself above him, aligning his hard shaft with her waiting entrance. King, who had been watching silently thus far, gave a smirk, then exploded in a burst of motion, picking up Johanna and pinning her to the wall next to his bed. Another brutal reminder of his capabilities. Johanna was no longer the one in control, and it was King, and not her, who ultimately guided his hard cock into her wet cunt.

“Ah!” Her cry was a mix of pleasure and pain as King began to fuck her. Her pussy clenched happily with each thrust, but the wooden wall behind her was unrelenting and painful. King’s motions were powerful and fierce, and it seemed like his cock never withdrew from her depths, instead just ramming deeper and deeper and deeper. Johanna felt tears leaking down her cheeks, and the occasional bumps her head made with the wall couldn’t be healthy, but she didn’t want him to stop.

Not that she had a choice in the matter. King kept pumping into her for a small eternity, before eventually pulling out, still hard, and letting Johanna slump unceremoniously to the floor. They were both panting for breath, and perhaps this is why Johanna offered no resistance as King pushed his cock into her mouth. She could taste her own juices on him, and while the thought should have repulsed her, she couldn’t help but try to drink it all in. Johanna had never sucked a cock before, reasoning that only a whore would do such a thing, but King had made her into a whore, hadn’t he? With that justification in mind, Johanna slurped and sucked enthusiastically at King’s length, eager to bring him to climax in her mouth. She didn’t have to work at it for long, as soon enough King gripped Johanna by the hair and let out a growl, spraying the inside of her mouth with his seed. Johanna swallowed, with a few gagging coughs along the way, then continued to suckle at King’s cock as it softened in her mouth, until he finally recovered enough to pull away, his spent member extracting itself with a pop.

“Ah. It’s been some time since I started my day with a good whore.” He sighed, wiped his cock against Johanna’s face, then turned away and climbed up the ladder. Johanna was only just pulling herself to her feet when light began to pour through the ceiling again, and when King returned, still naked, she made a move to collect her clothes.

“No, no,” King reminded her, “No clothes for you.” He pulled Johanna close to him, and even though she was still sore and satisfied, she felt a small surge of arousal run through her again. “Certainly not in the house. I want to see exactly what I’ve bargained for at all times.” He began to lead her, then, towards the door, “And besides, we both need a bath, don’t we?”

Johanna blushed. She probably looked like a mess, and while she technically could have requested her clothes given that they were heading out now, something about the idea of trekking through the jungle naked with King seemed rather appealing. And while he had been a bit rough with her, wasn’t that exactly what she expected and wanted from him? So she offered only a meek nod as King led her out his door, and back into the jungle.