Just talk, let her get used to you

You lay down on the bed by her side, resting your hand on her bare shoulder but other than that you make no attempt to do anything sexual. You have time and if you are going to fuck this Amazon you can't have her hating you.

“I'm in no hurry Miranda, why don't we get to know each other a little.”

“What kind of game are you playing, Rider?” Clearly what little this young Amazon knows about men is limited to her experiences growing up on that tropical island and what she's had to endure since her capture. As you lie by her side stroking her arm you can't help but wonder which of those two factors has done the most harm to this young woman.

“No game. You've said it yourself, 'I can't **** you, and there's no way I'm going to get you to spread your legs for me willingly,' so that doesn't leave us much to do but eat and talk while I wait for the Lord Marshal's inquisitors to extract every last bit of information from my latest captive.” Miranda is quiet for the space of maybe five or six deep breaths and then her curiosity gets the best of her.

“You have a prize from the city?”

“I got lucky, I was just trying to get away and this proud Lady of Athenapolis shows up at my door and pretty much begs me to take her.”

“And so you took her?” The memory of Relia's sharp exclamation when you finally tore open her maidenhead and the needy way she responded to your fucking once she got used to having a man inside her makes your cock throb and the Amazon in your arms must feel your member hardening against her backside. “What a slut. I hear the noblewomen of Athenapolis spread their legs for just about anything with a cock, you probably caught something nasty, Rider.”

“Oh no,” for some reason it is important for me to defend the fallen noblewoman, “Lady Relia was still untouched when she willingly climbed onto my **** saddle.”

“You are one lucky bastard, Rider.” Miranda tries to shrug off the conversation like it is no big deal but I can feel her start to squirm again in my grasp.

“Would you rather hear about the first time when I got my cock up her ass,” I deliberately lower my voice until I am whispering in her ear like it is some state secret, “or later that night when I licked her until the proud Lady couldn't stand it anymore and begged me to make a woman out of her?”

“Is that what you plan to do with me?” Miranda asks disdainfully, but I can hear the breathiness in her words. “Is your tongue really that talented?”

“No, we've already covered this remember.” I yawn and pull away as if I've lost interest in the chained woman lying next to me. “I just want to talk.” After a short pause I ask a question out of genuine curiosity. “How were you captured?” Immediately I feel her stiffen.

“I can't talk about that.”

“OK” I try again, “Talk about your childhood, what's it like to be an Amazon kid? Did you and the other girls really run around naked like a gang of Artemis' huntresses?”

“I can't remember anything before I woke as one of the Sisters.” That's just weird, but instead of arguing you try again.

“I see. What about after you were taken by Athenapolis, how in the world did you survive in that fucked up city?” It's probably a bad idea to ask about what must have been a bad time for this young woman, but there's not much left to discuss so you wait patiently for her to answer.