Pull her onto your lap

“Come here girl.” You tell her lustfully. For a young woman who spoke so openly only minutes before about her fate Adriana has become suddenly shy. She lowers her eyes modestly and bites her lower lip before her delicate feet take begin their hesitant steps to your seat. With each sway of her hips the gossamer gown swings high on her pale thighs and you have to fight the urge to leap to your feet and tear away the garment with one savage swipe of your hand. You've waited over three weeks for an opportunity like this; waiting a few more breaths won't hurt you.

Actually your cock is painfully swollen by the time Adriana stops at your seat. You can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the sheer lace pulled taught against her breasts as she tugs once again at the hem of the garment in a futile attempt to conceal just a little more of her legs. Her whole body trembles before you but you cannot tell if it is from fear or anticipation or perhaps the combination of the two. Before she can speak you lift both of your hands in a gentle invitation and smile as she places her fingers delicately in yours. Her fingernails are manicured as meticulously as her toes but you can feel surprising strength in her grip as you draw her onto the chair. Her knees rest on the cushions by your hips and her soft inner thighs rest on your lap.

The young noblewoman’s silk covering tickles the top of your thighs and the warmth of Adriana’s bare legs where they straddle yours only adds to the pleasure you are feeling. Perhaps she senses the power she has as a beautiful woman sitting on the lap of a horny man because she rocks a little from side to side experimentally and smiles as she hears your sharp breath. She carefully lifts her hands from yours and rests them softly on your shoulders pushing the loose tunic to the side exposing the junction between your thick neck and muscular shoulders. You become aware of how filthy your body must be after weeks of campaigning and the exertion of the battle at the tower. Compared to her washed and scented skin you feel like a filthy pig and wished you had taken the time to bathe before visiting this exquisite young woman. Adriana however does not seem put off by your unwashed body.

“You are being very patient with me.” She whispers throatily, “I’ll try to please you, but I’ve never had a chance to do anything like this before.” Her fingers are playing with your ears exploring the ridges and valleys when her left hand finds the scar left by a spear thrust that just missed your head. “Certainly not with a man like you.” She adds as she lifts herself on her knees and leans forward to kiss the ridge of scar tissue that runs from the top of your ear and up your temple. Had Adriana been a trained prostitute you would have still enjoyed the feeling of her breasts brushing softly against your cheek and nose as she leaned forward. However, judging by the way she suddenly stiffens as she feels the rough stubble of your cheek scrape the soft smooth skin of her tits you are confident that this had not been a premeditated maneuver. Unable to resist any longer you cradle the young woman’s face between your callused palms and kiss her softly on the lips.

Her breath smells sweet and clean and her lips are as soft as a dove’s breast. You want to plunder her mouth savagely, claiming her and making her submit to your mastery of her body, but there will be time enough for that later. Instead you let her set the pace as she presses her mouth tentatively back against your mouth.

“That was nice.” Adriana smiles at you when she finally pulled away from the kiss. “But I don’t think you unlocked the bedroom door of this virgin captive just to kiss her.” She scoots forward on your lap until your manhood is sandwiched between your belly and hers. Her right hand slides down to your throbbing rod and her small fingers wrap around its girth. “I know where this has to go, but I’m not sure how to get it inside me.” Her fingers dance across the swollen knob of the rod making you groan with desire.

“Honestly I thought all I’d have to do is lie on my back and let you jab it in.” She is blushing so much that you can see the bright red spots on her cheeks even in the dimly lit room. “I’ve read most of Father’s collection of dirty stories, in those scrolls the captive maidens are thrown to the ground taken again and again without any mercy at all.”

You have all sorts of questions about her father's taste in reading, and how it is that a sheltered aristocrat maiden like her had access these scrolls. However the feeling of her hand squeezing your cock has you understandably distracted; what it would feel like to have her finish the job with her small hands… or her plump breasts … or soft lips. Of course she was right, none of those were the reason you unlocked this door.