Take her

Your hand shoots out, and you grab her by the throat. She gags and chokes against your grip. Sputtering, she flails and hits at your hand with her small, dainty palms in panic.

"Hush, now, m'Lady. I can give you everything you want. I promise that. I'll take what I want in the meantime too."

Your other hand raises quicker than a charger, and slaps her across the face. A red welt rises on her cheek, and you release your hand from her throat, she slumps down, against the Heart Tree. You begin to unlace your breeches, and reveal your flaccid, cock that is beginning to stir. With your dick freed from it's constraints, you turn your attention once again to her.

"Strip. Now." You raise the hand that slapped her slightly, threateningly.

Timidly, she reaches for the ties that hold her dress on and slowly, erotically, reveals her bust and undergarments, both simple, unadorned cloth.

"Good girl." She recoils as you lean in and plant a kiss on her swatted cheek. She seems surprised. Even more so as you reach a hand out and feel her cunnie through her panties, she's moist - you can see and feel it. The little slut really had been pining for you.

"On your hands and knees, m'Lady. Like the whore you are. Show me that fat arse."

A single tear streams down her face as she accepts her situation. She turns and rises to her hands and knees, and you take a second to enjoy the image, before leaning over and prying her panties down to just above her knees - now turning red from their contact with the cold. As you rise behind her, you grab a handful of her hair and **** her face around and against the Heart Tree.

"I want every one of the Old Gods watching as I take you like the fuckpig you are, m'Lady."

She whimpers as you line your cock up.