Selena Meets Her New Master

They went north from Vangarra. Selena was transported in an armoured carriage that was basically a cage on wheels. She wasn’t chained, and wore a silk tunic that covered little. People stared and walked beside the cage from time to time, but that became less so the further they got from the city.

Whoever her new owner was, they must have been powerful. The carriage was guarded by at least two dozen men. It must have meant that they valued Selena highly too. Whoever they were, they knew who she was, even all this distance away from Hellsmere.

Days passed without an end in sight. Selena sat in the carriage, her mind wandering to what lay in store for her. Would she be loved or hated? Would she be free to roam or would she be chained to a life of servitude?

Finally, the carriage stopped, and the old man came to her side. "We've arrived," he said, his voice a mix of sternness and kindness.

It was a grand, imposing castle, with turrets and battlements reaching up into the sky. Selena couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear at the sight of it, remembering stories of the cruel lords who lived in such places.

The old man led her into the castle, through corridors lined with armour and weapons, and finally to a large chamber at the heart of the castle. It was a grand hall, with a high ceiling and windows letting in shafts of light. In the centre of the room was a raised dais, upon which stood a man in his late thirties, with a thin, sharp face and piercing blue eyes.

"This is your new master," the old man said, gesturing towards the man on the dais.

Selena bowed her head, her heart hammering in her chest. She had never seen a man so huge.

He was at least six and a half feet tall, with a thick neck and bulging muscles. He wore a black leather tunic that hugged his body, revealing his tattoos that snaked up his arms and across his chest.

“Leave us,” he demanded of the old man.

The old man nodded and left, closing the doors behind him. Selena remained where she was, her eyes fixed on the imposing figure before her.

"I am Dexon, Lord of Hawkshard," he said. “You are quite the beauty, Selena Reyes.”

“Thank you, my lord,” she replied with her eyes down. "What do you want from me, my lord?" she asked, trying to sound brave.

“That is simple, I want you to bear me a son. This land is barren, a hard place to rule, a place nobody wants, but a seat in Octoton, that is much more desirable. I now finally have the chance.”

Selena’s heart caught in her throat, she didn’t know what to make of it. She’d have to betray her family, but they had already betrayed her.

“Your pussy belongs to me, I shall use it often, I only hope you can bear me a son quickly. If so, I’ll make your life much easier.”

“Do you wish to take me now, master?”

Selena asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, undress and ride me right here.”

Dexon's eyes burned into her with an intensity that left her trembling. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she undid her thick leather belt, then the clasps of her dress. At least it was designed to be removed quickly and easily.

Slowly, she dropped her dress to the rug on the floor, revealing her slender form to his gaze.

Dexon watched her, his eyes never leaving her body. When she was finally naked, he held out his hand.

"Come," he commanded, his voice still cold and demanding.

Selena took a deep breath and moved closer to him. Dexon's face was hard and unyielding as she climbed onto the raised platform, her arms wrapping around his neck as she straddled his seated form.

She felt his thick erection press against her, and she shuddered. His dick was so huge.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a raspy growl.

"Yes, my lord," she replied, her voice small.

Dexon's hands gripped her waist, and he positioned her over him. She felt the blunt **** of his male organ, and she knew what was about to happen.

"Relax," he commanded, his voice still gruff. She tried to obey, but her innermost muscles were rigid with fear and uncertainty.

"You'll love it," he promised, his breath hot against her ear. "Trust me."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather all her resolve in that moment. And then she lowered herself onto him.

She gasped, her eyes flying open as a shock of pain and pleasure shot through her. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she held on tight, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Dexon didn't spare her a second glance, his teeth clenched as he drove into her with frenzied, powerful thrusts. Selena felt her body. She could feel every inch of him inside her, his thick, throbbing manhood stretching her to the point of pain.

But there was also a strange thrill, a feeling of being claimed, of belonging to someone powerful and dangerous.

He moved faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. After a moment, he picked her up, then lowered her onto her back on the rug and mounted her.

He continued to thrust into her, his grunts of exertion mingling with her gasps of pleasure. Selena found herself caught up in the intensity of the moment, her body responding to his every move. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his skin, urging him on.

As they moved together, the rhythm of their bodies became almost hypnotic, and Selena found herself lost in the sensation of him inside her. The pain and discomfort of the initial moments faded away, and she focused only on the pleasurable sensations that were building deep within her.

Dexon's face contorted with effort as he neared the end, his movements becoming more frantic. Selena felt him tense, and then, with a final, deep thrust, he let out a low, guttural groan, shuddering inside her.

As he collapsed on top of her, spent and panting, Selena felt a wave of relief wash over her. Somehow, the initial pain and discomfort had turned into something pleasurable, something that didn't violate her as much as she had expected.

He held his cock inside her, throbbing, draining every last drop of cum into her soaking pussy.