Yes (MF, ncon)

The carriage rocked as it rolled over uneven terrain.

Inside the elaborately decorated cart, Ciri moaned, she sat straddled on Ahmet's lap, naked from the waist down, impaled on his cock. She rode him in time with the rocking of the carriage, soft sounds of pleasure hissed through her clenched teeth.

His hands were on her hips and ass, guiding her motions, letting her drag herself up and down on his thick cock. Her body clung to him, stretched for him as she rode him

“After we return from Toussaint,” he said in a harsh whisper. “You will return to Oferi with me, yes?”

Ciri moaned in return barely hearing the words he was saying she was so close, so very close.

“You will tell your father you will meet with my King to forge a new alliance that will strengthen both our Kingdoms.”

Ciri buried her face into his shoulder. Her hips moved faster, her moans became louder.

“My King has many wives, you will join them.”

Ciri straddled Ahmet, her legs spread around him. She grabbed his shoulders and leaned in, savoring the feel of his hardness inside her wet sex. Her slick walls pressed down on him possessively as she began to ride harder and faster, lifting herself only to sink back down onto him over and over. Sweat beaded along her skin, she bit her lip, pushed herself harder, **** his cock deeper until it almost hurt.

He wished for her to join his King's harem? Ciri could bring herself to care, the warm tightness in her belly was the only thing that concerned her.

“And when my King's seed takes root inside you, your child will be heir to Nilfgaard. You will have served your purpose and will return to my side.”

Ahmet groaned feeling Ciri tense around him

“Would you like that pet?”

Ciri moaned, he would make her his sex ****. This would be her life, constant fucking and ****.

"Yes," Ciri purred, bouncing on his cock. "I am yours," she cried out, she clung to him, holding him as she rolled her hips.

“Just fuck me,” Ciri moaned, her thighs tightening around Ahmet, her release slowly building in intensity.

Ahmet smiled as he increased his speed, his hips pounding against hers. Ciri felt the end rush up to meet her.

She whimpered and moaned, and Ahmet knew she was close. She reached between her bodies and found the small bundle of nerves between her legs and it was more than enough to send her spiraling.

"Fuck me," Ciri moaned. The carriage rocked, and Ciri rolled with the movement, crushing herself against the man inside her. "Fuck me," she sobbed as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"Fuck fuck fuck," she muttered, shaking. She buried herself in his shoulder. His hands dug into her ass, she felt him throb, her cunt pulled on his cock, milking his cum from him.

In this moment nothing else mattered, she lost herself in it. Everything else just fell away. It was a weakness she knew, losing herself too much in pleasure, but she couldn't stop herself. Her body trembled again, the waves crashing around her slowed to a gentle push that was prolonged every time she felt his cock throb inside her, or his fingers dig almost painfully into her ass.

"What is Oferi like?" she whispered, her body and mind feeling weak and well used.

Ahmet groaned, his body relaxing under her.

"For you? It will be nothing but pleasure and service. You will be at my beck and call. You will serve me my food, you will wake me every morning with your mouth around my cock." He rubbed his hands up and down her back.

"You aim to make me your sex ****?" Ciri said softly. "That is all I am to you?"

Ahmet’s hands traveled up her back to her neck before tightening around her.

"I will make you nothing because that is what you already are," Ahmet said, he pulled her face back, "You might not know it but your body does, even now your cunt clenches around me at just the thought of it."

Ahmet let go of her, and Ciri fell back into his arms.

"We both know this is true," Ahmet said as his grip returned to something more gentle, caressing her back and butt.