Reluctant Submission

The nobleman began to focus on her neck, gently biting and kissing just north of the girl's gaunt shoulder. Both hands hands began fondling at her burgeoning breasts. A panicked, but not alarming gasp escaped A'mia's otherwise clenched mouth. As Coreas ran a hand down her side, feeling her bony hip, he paused before he ventured further south. Breaking away from her neck, he met her cold, wary eyes.

"Have you not been with a man before?" He was not unkind, his intention surely were, she was after all his property. The general was of course cognizant that she was a human being, however, she was his human being.

"Never master, my father was chieftain. No man permitted to touch me, if it pleases you, master." Coreas had to suppress a grin, indeed immense satisfaction, at having such an opportunity. A noble girl, untouched, and aware of her position as it were. She undoubtedly once held household slaves herself, coming from a rank that once meant something in a tribe that once demanded respect.

Once.

Coreas brought his wandering hand back up to her breast. To her credit, A'mia did not flinch besides another momentary downward glance. The epitome of humility and forbearance, apparently. After a quiet moment of further appreciation, he gave a piercing, though not cruel squeeze on one of her nipples.

"Do you understand what is now required of you, slave?" His tone for the first time took an otherworldly tone, to her ear. Coreas was decided in his direction. He looked at her again as a whole, submerged up to her breasts in the pool. Innocent, though not without strength. She was certainly not fearless, but the girl held some bravery in her heart despite everything. The commander wondered how much of what she said was calculated complacency or pure innocence. He would find out.

"Master, I do not... I..." Genuine confusion. Much of human copulation is basic instinct, but the particulars were often left out purposefully to noble girls until their eventual marriages. After all, what warrior father wanted to explain to their daughter how dynastic politics worked? From the lowliest tribe to kings it was very much the same. Sheep herders and craftsmen were allowed to fall in love and get away with a small dowry. For noble girls the game was often much different. For his part, Coreas was not particularly cruel. Some of his comrades in the army and navy were pure beasts with recently captures slaves, especially noble women from families were ransom was not a possibility. Though he had his moments, Coreas was often amiable to most of his slave girls, depending on their ultimate obedience.

He interrupted her confusions abruptly by bringing both of his hands down around her buttocks. She gasped at his haste, and he easily lifted her out of the water and unto the towel sitting on the pool's ledge. Her lanky arms shot backwards to support her weight, and her legs closed instinctively due to the sudden change in temperature. Coreas shifted his body in the bath to kneel directly in front of her. Both of his hands quickly shot underneath her knees, grasping her thighs tightly. He met her eyes once more. Fear.

Coreas began to admire what little he could see of her womanhood. He started to peel apart her legs from the knees. She let out an audible "Nughhhhhh", in no short amount of shame and embarrassment. He looked up to see a tear well in her eye. She had closed here eyes and winced, chin raised to the stars. As her legs reached an acceptable angle, he allowed her to set her feet down on the marble. A'mia was muffling sobs as the Imperator took his first taste of her. Gently for the first few moments, as he gladly buried his nose in her sparse pubic hair, as he ingratiated himself with her aroma. She bawled openly as his tongue forked its way into her slit. Coreas hands clamped down on the lower most portion of her thighs, securing his oral descent into her. He felt her young supple thighs tense as he explored her vagina with his mouth. He could tell immediately how tight she would be, clearly a virgin, hymen in tact, but her slender thighs and delicate hips serving as further evidence of her tautness.

A few more laps with his tongue and he could feel her body betray her mind, some of the wetness in her vulva was no longer just how own. A'mia opened her teary eyes once more as she felt her self being gently laid down on her back. The mathematics of the situation became more apparent to her, despite any formal preparation for the loss of her virginity. Her cries turned to sobs as she meekly attempted to close her legs once more.