He is enchanted... As was his boss in another way

Your only hope now, you realize, is to take the initiative and aggressively satisfy his lusts. Part of you wants to hike up your skirt and mount him - after an entire day of being teased by him and mulling over the possibilities in your mind, you really were starting to hope you'd get sexual satisfaction today. Obviously the ideal outcome would be to make Ross pleasure you with his mouth... But you know a pent up young barbarian like him will only be interested in what he can do to you with his cock.

Naturally, then, you will need to endure your own sexual frustration a bit longer... If you can gratify his lust without letting him penetrate you, perhaps Ross will be in a good enough mood to give you a tongue lashing between the thighs.

You gracefully settle down on your knees and rest both of your hands on the rough, bulging fabric of the front of his trousers. "If I am not able to satisfy you fully, of course I will be helpless but to let you sate yourself however you must." you say matter-of-factly as you stroke his thick shaft to full hardness.

He is looking down with undisguised anticipation, but you hesitate, a blush creeping into your pale cheeks. Suddenly you feel an urge to pre-emptively justify yourself. "Now," you begin as you unbuckle him and gradually commence to sliding down his breeches (a wise departure in choice of clothing from his people's traditional kilt, given the preponderance of stinging insects around), "I do not often do this for a man. So you'll need to forgive me if it takes me a minute to get the hang of it."

That isn't quite true of course. Although it is true that you never learned to like the taste of a man's cock, much less what came spurting out of it if you did well, any hesitance-induced missteps in the process of servicing Ross would be on account of his distasteful heritage, not your own lack of experience.

You pursed your lips against the hot skin of his erect meat - at least he was circumcised, so it was decently clean. It throbbed headily in your grip, and he stroked himself against your soft lips when you pressed them up to him. His balls tightened up and the rod tangibly hardened in your grip as you wrapped the side of the shaft between your upper and lower lips. Ross is as hard as steel as you plant a teasing kiss on the side of the shaft before pulling back. Playfully, he whips the bulging head against your cheek a couple of times.

He may be as far as they came from a gentleman, and you didn't expect him to be a generous lover, but at least his size was impressive. Alas, although that would be good if you wanted to go all the way with him, it makes the option you've chosen even harder. You have to stretch your jaw uncomfortably wide to allow his entire cock to slide into your mouth without your pearly white teeth scraping against him.

Your entire field of vision was nothing but a patch of reddish-brown pubic hair stinking of sweat and musk, and two hairy thighs. Almost all of the rod had been pushed in past your lips, and it was bumping up against the back of your throat now. Relaxing your gag reflex and holding your breath, you allowed his hands to roughly hold your head in place while he gleefully waggled himself back and forth against your tongue, making your nose bump up against his crotch a couple of times, to your disgust.

Messy and humiliating and in the middle of the damned wilderness. This was not how a countess's submission to the needs of men was supposed to be. Hadn't mother always promised you that you'd never have to bed anyone truly disgusting? You quickly count your blessings and start to run your tongue over the throbbing column ramming its way all the way to your throat. At least it is only someone that is ONLY morally and personally repulsive, and decently handsome. Not that the parts of his body you were getting to see, smell, and taste up close were the handsome parts.

From his incoherent groans, you can tell that Ross is sharing absolutely none of your second thoughts and silent complaints. He roughly grabs you by the head and neck in several different ways, trying to find the most pleasurable way to ram himself down your throat. Eventually your vision starts getting dim and you forcefully jerk your head backwards, leaving a trail of warm saliva between his shaft and your lips as you sputter and gasp for breath. Most of your lipstick is now making a smeared ring around his cock shaft.

Seizing the initiative before he decides to push you down and go for more, you start rapidly jerking your hand up and down along his hot, spit-slicked length. This is something you know how to do well. You work your thumb under the crown and do for him with your soft, pampered hands what his own callused palms never could after the end of a long day's march.

"Oh Zoe... stop for a moment, let me take a break. I really want to put this beast in ye." he groans at you through clenched teeth. You wrinkle your nose irately and have to suppress an acid comment. Such a selfish pig...! Since you didn't immediately respond, Ross bent down over you and slid his hand down between your legs. Before you could protest he was stroking his fingers along the smooth, sensitive lips of your slit.

"You're already starting to get wet, I can feel it... you need it as much as me, I ken..." Ross says, louder now and growing more confident. You know now that your only chance is to control the circumstances.

Desperately, you give his rod a few more hard tugs as you get back to your feet, but he roughly tugs your hand away, and rests the warm, turgid head of his member against your tightly-clothed belly instead, nonverbally making his intentions clear. "A-alright!" you say, your voice cracking as you try to remain composed as always. "Get down on your back then. Lay still and... and keep your hands at your sides. You can touch my lower legs or... or we can hold hands, but don't you dare manhandle me. I'm still a countess, you know!"

Ross looks like he's just walked into an unguarded royal treasure chamber, his eyes blazing with greedy lust. His eyes trace over every curve of your nubile body, a figure that any artist would delight in immortalizing on canvas. "You can leave your dress on, and none will be able to see me past these hedges. If any'un comes along just tell them you had to relieve yourself again, aye? Of course, that's half true, but you'll be givin' me even more relief!"

Practically swan-diving down to the ground and allowing his seven inches of manhood to stand stiffly at a slight angle, like a soldier planting his banner upon the field for all to see, Ross looked up at you expectantly.

You thought you heard some movement from further up in the forest but could see at a glance that Ross wasn't going to be in any mood for delays... nervously your rub your thighs together, between which a heat is ever-growing. You know this brute will spare you no consideration, and as always, you shall have to fight for your own destiny. That means fucking him until he is about to cum, then hopping off and granting him manual release at the last moment. The only obvious alternative was impaling your arse on him instead, and big as he was, that would be terribly uncomfortable. Besides - there was still a stigma against sodomy, even in Undrek of all places, and you didn't want him spreading rumors. Being able to claim "I bedded the countess" was one thing. Claiming "I fucked the countess in the ass" was twice as humiliating.

Buying as much time as you can, you stand over him, straddling his prone form and planting your feet on either side of his hips. Your dress brushes across his nude front before you hike it up and ruffle it around your waist, causing his eyes to fixate on your bright pink, obviously-aroused cunt.

Hoping that some interruption would come at any moment, you made your decision and settled down onto Ross's lap...