She doesn't get a choice

“This isn't so bad, is it?” You can feel the tension in the amazon's muscles as you brush her long golden hair back gently and stroke along the bare flesh of her neck and shoulder. “I always wanted to fuck a real Amazon. Never thought I'd get the chance.” On her back with her hands securely attached to her waist, Miranda is smart enough to know that any more struggles would just be a waste of energy.

“I always wanted to fuck a real man,” The Amazon may have stopped struggling, but she's not lost not her wit, “- still don't think I'll get a chance.” With a good-natured laugh you climb off the woman and help her sit back up. You can feel the strength in her arms, Miranda's muscles are lean and well-toned in spite of her slender build, they're no bigger than yours, you have no doubt that this warrior woman could have you on your back easily if not for her chains. Ignoring her jibe you sit down next to her on the carpet that covers the floor.

“So you've never been with a man?” You ask in surprise.

“Fuck you.” Miranda's snarl is pretty much what you expect. “I'm not a sweet little virgin, you pig. If you wanted to bloody your cock, you should have taken Euthalia.” When she sees your confused look, she adds with a scornful smirk, “You felt up her tits, idiot. The younger sister with the white ribbon?” She stretches out one of her long legs, rattling the chains that link her ankles, “Instead you're stuck with me. You know, the chained animal who you don't dare touch?”

“I'm pretty sure I can touch you all I want,” You laugh and fondle her breasts. They are bigger than the younger brunette's perky tits, definitely a step up in that department. The other thing you notice is in spite of her denials, the Amazon's tits are as responsive as any other woman's, maybe even more so. In no time at all, her brown nipples are puckered into hard little peaks and her moans take on a decidedly urgent tone. “How long has it been since you had any sexual relief?” She glares at you in angry silence, but you weren't really expecting anything else.

“Chained up like you were, I bet it's been days since you've had a chance to finger yourself properly.” Whether it is deliberate or not, you notice that Miranda's hands are fastened just high enough to the chains wrapped around her waist that she has no chance to touch herself. “I can help you with that.”

“Fuck you.” The venom in her words almost masks the neediness of her tone. “I'd rather get rammed by your drake.” Drakes actually have surprisingly small penises for an animal their size, but all the same, the image of the serpentine beast entwined around this feisty blonde's slender body and his foot-long cock ripping into this spirited young woman is not pleasant.

“OK, your choice.” With a chuckle you turn your attention to the food set out for you, ignoring the Amazon as she wiggles on the carpet in frustration. If you had not pretty much worn yourself out yesterday and this morning breaking in Lady Relia, it might have been a different story, but even as hot as this bitch is, you can wait a little longer. You watch in amusement as she grinds her crotch against the ground slowly at first and then with more and more frantic need. You doubt she's going to be able to get off like this, but you're not taking any chances. If you want any chance to live out this dream without having your nuts shrivel up like grapes in the sun, you are going to have to play your cards just right.

“I think that's enough of that, my dear,” you pull her to her feet and drop her without any ceremony on the bed, “from what I understand, I've got to make sure you're good and ready for me before I take any chances.”

“What? You don't really think you have a chance with me, little man, do you?” Miranda rolls onto her side turning her back to you, “The Riders of Athenapolis pride themselves on **** new captives without any mercy. Forcing the dry pussies of innocent girls probably because their cocks are so small it's the only way to get any pleasure." Is she trying to goad you into fucking her? "Men are like the scum of the cesspools, and don't try to pretend otherwise. I know you take helpless young women from every City-State in the land, stripping and fucking them as you fly home before selling their broken bodies off in your damned auctions.”

“First of all, I'm a Free Rider, I don't wear the Blue and Gold of Athenapolis or any other city.” Why it matters to you at the moment is unclear, but you have your own code of ethics and it is a little different from that of the Drake Riders of this doomed city. “I don't usually **** my captives, I'd rather have a maid ride me willingly than have to **** her.” This is actually (for the most part) true, but the memory of the proud Lady Relia squirming with your cock up her tight ass makes it hard to put full conviction behind the words. You also find that the memory of breaking in that proud noblewoman has you getting hard again and you turn your attention to the striking Amazon lying all but naked on your bed.

She might pretend to be disinterested in you, but you can see juices dripping from her slit onto her toned thigh. Is it enough? You still aren't quite clear about the consequences of **** one of Aphrodite's protected daughters, but you've heard enough rumors over the past year that you do not want to take any chances.