Myrcella in the Carriage

You quickly grin, your teasing having already paid off.

"Lady Myrcella," you say, feigning concern, "is it really appropriate for you to be atop me in such a manner."

"Was it appropriate for you to tease me last night," she replies, smirking as she grinds on top of you, "making a lady all wet like that?"

You grab her hips and **** her to move up and down, feeling the friction between the two of you.

"And what do you suppose the remedy would be for that?"

"I think I might leave that up to you," she says, and you start to feel less friction, as her wetness and yours leak through your clothing, now rubbing through the growing wet spot the two of you share.

Your grin becomes even wider, "I was hoping you'd say that Lady Myrcella," you reply, before reaching down and pulling your soiled pants and smallclothes off, revealing your cock, already dripping from the little tease straddling your lap.

"Look what you've done now," you say, a darkness entering your voice, "you little whore."

"I'm not a whore," she replies, pouting.

"Really?" you reply, before tearing her fine dress and corset from her body, her breasts spilling free of their prison, and revealing her wet cunt. You let your fingers travel there before posing your next question. "They why are you so wet right now?"

"I can't help it when you've got yourself all pressed up against me."

"I think I can solve that problem."

"How so?"

You respond, not with words, but with action - lifting up her light body, you slide yourself forwards, thrusting her down onto your cock, piercing her maidenhead in one motion, a sudden cry of pain coming from her.

"So your solution was to press up inside me instead?"

You simply nod, grabbing her hips and moving them up and down on your cock - you thank the Father for your strong muscles from years working on the farm, giving you the strength to use Myrcella as your fuck toy. She moans incoherently, her breasts bouncing in your face, your cock repeatedly slamming into her impossibly tight wetness. You tilt your head down, suckling one of her breasts, mauling the other with your hands and pinching her nipples, causing her to arch her back and let out, yet another, loud cry.

There could be no doubt, you thought as you continued to **** her up and down on your cock, that the other members of the convoy were unaware that you were defiling their lady, the former queen. You took a special pride in thinking about that, and your cock starts throbbing wildly at the thought of all those who had loved her from afar - and now you were the one despoiling her, and they had **** but to hear the pleasure she got from being used as your toy!

Soon, though, the warmth, and the moans, and the virgin tightness took their toll, and as she came, somehow tightening her inner walls around your cock even more, you had ****. With a mighty roar, you came, filling her with your peasant seed, as she slowly rocked to a standstill.

You closed your eyes for a moment before being greeted with her smiling, sweaty face.

"Are you ready to do that again?" Myrcella asked, still smiling and apparently unsatisfied.