Go Along With It

You get back to her cell quickly, it's situated not far from the door to the valley with the ring of stones, and she unlocks it with a key. Inside is a spartan accommodation, a simple chest of drawers, a bed with a straw tick, black cotton sheets, a black wool blanket that doubles as the pillow, and small desk and chair with a candle, a sealed ink well with quill pen hard by, and two books on it, one you recognize as your father's holy text and the other leather bound but unadorned and locked with a cheap hasp that any 1st level rogue could pick.

She does not bother to light the candle, knowing full well that both of you can see clearly in the dark, just disrobes and sits on the bed. She is wearing no underwear, and you can see that her nether lips glisten faintly with moisture, showing her to be ready to be mounted.

"May I lie with you Dame Integral?" You ask closing with her and positioning yourself to do the deed. It is a point of pride for you that you have never taken a woman without her permission: sure, you will kill anyone who refuses, but always they give you the go ahead before you take them, you don't commit ****.

"Call me 'Lady Hellsing' if you wish to be formal, and yes, you have my permission." She says with about as much feeling as if she were speaking to a green grocer ordering beets, but, permission obtained, you begin to enter her, and she lies back on the bed for you to be with her.

You start slow, pushing your impressive tool in inch by inch, and are surprised to find that she has an abnormally deep womanhood, able to accommodate you fully inside her, something that is a very rare and precious quality for you. Only a handful of women in your entire experience have been able to do this, and you tend to be willing to cut them a lot of slack, simply because such an accommodating cunny is so hard to find. You bottom out right as your balls slap against her ass, all ten inches buried inside her slick tight Vaygoo, and she twitches when you do, looking at you with something different than the look of obligation and duty she has used thus far, appraising, questioning, and the beginnings of... ~True Lust.~ You think in amusement. ~You never have felt a man who can reach bottom inside your ever so extensive love tunnel have you Integral?~ You think as you start to slowly pull back. ~Your cervix has never felt the touch of a cock, thus being very sensitive, lighting up your pleasure center as nothing else has, and you wonder if it will feel that good again: don't you?~ Your inner monologue continues. ~Well, get ready, we are about to find out!~

You start to slow fuck her going all the way in and almost all the way back, Leaving only your cockhead inside before pushing all the way back in, and brushing gently against her cervix again and again. This treatment doesn't take long to have her gasping and panting, and she starts to buck against you trying to get your tip to touch her deepest recess a little harder, and elicit sharper stimulus from her sensitive receptors all the way back there. Taking this as your cue, not to mention the increased slickness of the hole you are pounding, you speed up, fucking her harder and faster, and now she has a stick that she keeps under the top of the mattress between her pointed teeth, the deep gouge marks already on it showing that this must be a tool to keep quiet when she masturbates.

After a minute or two she starts to buck and shudder a-rhythmically and you feel a small jet of liquid hit your cock from just inside her tunnel, which from it's smell as you pull out you know was not piss but female ejaculate. ~So, you squirt when you cum do you Miss Hellsing? I like that...~ You think as you speed up even more, the added slickness of her cum making it easy to fuck her the way you had been hopping to when you first saw her long legs, throwing them over your shoulder and pounding her pussy with hard fast strikes that have her bellowing around the stick clenched in her teeth.

A minute and a half later she orgasms again, releasing an even bigger jet of the rare and lovely vaguely precum like woman's fluid, and you decide that you have serviced her enough for now, letting go your own horde of white armored gametes to invade her womb and get her with child, something you know is likely from having watched the almost X-rated way she walked once you left the rings of sleeping priests and priestesses. There is a certain stance and posture that humanoid women in estrus use when they move, you learned to consciously identify it long ago, when you were barely 22 years old in your first lifetime, and tonight 'Dame Integral Fairbanks-Wingates-Hellsing' is walking JUST that way.

Once you are finished filling her with your seed, and your raging hard-on finally starts to subside, you pull out and climb off of her, sitting on the chair, still nude. "I hope I was better than you expected." You say, as she pulls the now even more mangled stick out of her teeth.

"By light-years." She manages, after working her jaw with no sound coming out for a hands' count of seconds. "I am so glad you have selected me as your first concubine." She continues a second later. "Having felt that, I will never be satisfied with anyone less again."

You debate for a second weather to smash her hopes in that area, which would probably be more honest, or leave things open for the unexpected. She might prove more pliable and adaptable to you being in charge than she thinks she is, or might not, it's too soon to tell, and losing a cunt like THAT without waiting to see, while perhaps more forthright, could also be more short sighted.