Ms Gravielle loved paying the price.

You didnt know what to think. you expected a horrible physical punishment, but instead had in the possessed Nathan a loving, caring partner, one that soothed your tired muscles with gentle massage, and that planted small kisses down your tired limbs. It wasnt the same as your dear partner, but still you could think of worse ways to spend the evening.

This peaceful oblivion cooed you to lay on the hay, giggling as he tickled now and then. This teasing was making you pliant and wet, your legs parted to give him ample view of your pussy. The mere touch of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, he savored the cocktail of spunk and blood with gusto. You called for Nathan´s name, only to feel his halfling tongue lapping quicker and deeper. YOu feel his small fingers prying up your virgin ass and try to stop, but... it feels so right. It hurts a bit, but the dual pleasure is wrecking havok in your already battered senses, you give in, lay back and enjoy.

When you next feel his lips, it is tainted with the Knight´s spunk. "Do you like how you taste, little sorceress?" you nod. "So do i... tell me more, how you felt, and how you really felt. Tell me in details" you moan as he deftly returns to your clitoris, massaging your plreasure in incomprehensible words. You oblige him, telling with sordid detail how helpless you felt in the dark knight´s hand, the pain, how you moisted up, remembering your friend´s fantasies, and foremost how this all crumbled down besides the powerful feeling of his thick cock inside your cunt.

You turn to stay in your fours, your pussy yearning for more. "Please...please,give me more. FUck me" you beg meekly, just like you would beg the Dark Knight, had you the chance. His cock feels majestic, you roll your eyes in orgasmic pleasure. You buck back against his every trust, and that is when his cruel steak appeared "Your cunt... it is a whore´s cunt. Just like my Queen, so eager to be fucked, the larger the better. Was he better than me? thicker, larger, stronger?" You moan in ecstasy, and he takes it for taunts "All the same, I could hear my Queen begging for more, even as she tried to pretend she was a proper wife." The angrier he was, the stiffer his cock, the harder he fucked. Lusting for more, you taunt.

"how can a woman be sated with only a puny king? we need more! Did your queen beg on her knees, pleading with her mouth and cunt? Did she weep tears of joy when she no longer had to pretend she was being ****? Did you learn the difference of a fake and a real orgasm" He couldnt tell if you were faking or suffering the orgasm, but neither could he hold back his own. Nathan´s sperm bathes your womb for the first time, and you feel tears for not sharing the moment with him.

At the edge of the conscience, you feel the halfling tying your arms and legs, spreadeagled and unconfortable. Punishment would be a welcome addition, but you hear the cock sing in the distance. Morning would soon come, and this would end. But the evil King didnt appear frustrated. He found a yoke in the barn, locked the halfling body in it, and threw the key away. You mildly remember meeting his eyes before your conscience fades, and his maniac laugher.