One of the Regent's servants

"Get up my pretty." You tell her even as you turn to lock and bolt the door behind you. You have plans for this young woman and no desire to be interrupted by other brutes looking for some of the action. The dark-haired beauty is still on the floor when you turn back, she has crawled a few paces further away but made no attempt to climb to her feet. Perhaps a year or two younger than Lady Relia, with full lips and dark eyes that were wide with fear and shock.

"Get up!" You repeat yourself, "or I'll fuck your pretty ass right there on that rug." Your threat is enough and she climbs to her feet staring at the floor. "That's better. Take off your clothes so I can see what I've discovered."

"Please don't..." She hesitates as you step closer, falling silent when you run the back of your fingers down her cheek and along the side of her throat until they curl into the white fabric of her tunic. "Oh Goddess..." she moans softly when you pull her closer, "...you're going to **** me."

"I think there's been enough **** for one day already." Your kind words are offset by the work of your hands pulling apart her gown and exposing her plump tits. "But I am going to fuck you, probably several different times right here on this bed before I march your pretty ass back up the stairs and show off my new prize."

"No!" She gasps "You can't, the Regent promised I'd be safe." You laugh at the idea that the Regent of Athenapolis could be in a position to save anyone, but you are curious as you fondle the breasts that bob so invitingly right before you.

"Who are you?" Her round flesh fills your hand and then some as you cup her enjoying the warmth and firmness of her youthful body. "What is your relationship to the Lord Regent?"

"My name is Sandrine, I serve the Regent's daughter Lady Sabella."

"Where is Sabella?" You ask with renewed interest, pausing your exploration of her soft flesh eager to learn where that prized noblewoman was hiding. "Not that you'd be allowed to keep the daughter of the Regent of Athenapolis for yourself, but the chance to bring a prize like her to the Lord Marshal would be well worth the effort.

"Gone." Sandrine tells you, clearly surprised that you don't know this already. "She fled the Citadel two days before the fall of the walls; she said she'd rather die fighting for her city than hide like a pigeon up on this high roost." Oh well, so much for honor and glory of bringing that much sought after prize to the conqueror of Athenapolis.

"Please, don't do this." Sandrine whispers softly, turning her lush lips away when you try to kiss her. The young woman's robes now hang from her broad hips and as you caress her soft skin and you are able to better assess the quality of your prize. Her tits are as full and firm as you had suspected but you are pleasantly surprised by the slenderness of her waist and the round curve of her belly. As much as you liked Lady Relia's slender hips and small pointy breasts, this servant's curves were breathtaking in their feminine beauty.

"Hades, You're not another damn virgin, are you?" You ask, loosening your loin cloth and tossing it to the floor. As much as you had enjoyed introducing Lady Relia to the joys of sex, even just a little experience goes a long way towards making these experiences more pleasant for everyone involved. A sharp, high-pitched, girlish shriek coming from somewhere on this level further reinforces your appreciation at finding a fully mature woman to claim instead of some teenager just beginning to blossom.

"No, I'm no prude like my mistress," Sandrine admits with a pretty blush, "but I've had only a few lovers, and they were all much older than you, and not so..." She is staring at your fully erect cock in fascination, "so..." You decide you don't really need to hear what she thinks of your manhood and push her onto the bed eager to finish what you've started.

"Spread your legs for me." It was cute, the way Sandrine shook her head defiantly deliberately crossing her knees and locking her ankles together, cute but pointless. This beauty clearly had never found herself at the mercy of a warrior before, no man that you knew would have any qualms about forcing this captive's legs wide and fucking her until she cried out in need.

You wonder, as you slip onto the bed by her side, what kind of lovers she was used to. Old men she had said; no doubt her mistress' father, the Regent himself, had sampled this pretty young body, but who else had climbed between those tightly clenched legs, and how had they convinced her to had spread those fine legs?