She turns away

Grinning evilly you watch Alicia's confidence fade as she realizes that you are not the impoverished Rider that she thought. When she notices your hungry stare she turns her back to you refusing to play your game, instead she gulps nervously at the wine. You are in no hurry as you collect the gems and tuck the full pouch back into your belt.

"Why me?" Alicia's voice is so low you almost miss her question, instead of pulling her into your arms and showing her just how desirable you find her, you sit in silence chewing slowly on a roll of smoked lamb. "You could have chosen anyone." She shifts further from you without lifting her head. "You could have taken my sister." Remembering the girl's gasp as you fondled her firm breasts brings a smile to your lips, but you are still confident you've made the right choice.

"Stand here." You point to the center of the tent and smile again as Alicia reluctantly obeys. "Head up, shoulders back..." again she follows your directions and you wonder if she's seen other slaves standing in this position because without any prompting she turns her palms to the front. She really was a lovely prize and it is no wonder that she and her sister ended up in the officer's tent instead of being chained naked in the pits set up for the common troops.

"Why not you?" You turn her question around as your finger traces the neckline of her tunic down to the swell of her tits. "It's just like I said, I didn't feel like forcing open the thighs of some thrashing virgin." This young woman wasn't fighting you, but she was hardly the experienced slut you had been hoping for. "Let's see if you are as hot as you looked back in the holding tent." For the first time since arriving at your tent Alicia's eyes lift to yours.

"Don't do this, please." The skin of the curves peeking through the deep slash in her tunic was creamy and smooth, "Oh goddess! I'm begging you, Rider, not like this." Ignoring her whimpers your hands slide the sides of her tunic off her shoulders until the garment is held up only by the plump mounds of soft flesh. Using the backs of your fingers you brush the alabaster skin of the upper slope of her breasts. Her breasts were warm, smooth and soft as silk, but when your fingertips reach the ring of darker flesh she shudders prettily and pulls away.

"Stop it!" Her hands clutch at the tunic that had started slipping off her chest, catching it and holding it up to her breasts just as you were about to get your first good look at her tits. You fight the urge to rip the flimsy layer away from her, instead you chuckle easily.

"You do know what happens to lovely young women like you captured in war, don't you?" Her eyes drop again to the floor but not before you see a tear forming in the corner of her left eye. Hardening your voice you decide to push her. "Show me your tits." You truly are not sure if she'll do as you order or if you'll have to take a much harder approach. One way or another, you are going to feel this pretty little thing impaled on your cock. Touring the tent filled with beautiful young woman has fueled your libido and having chosen this lovely brunette to bring back to your tent, there is no way you are sending her back without taking your fill of her sweet young holes.