The Lady's blue door

Standing in the hallway you pause savoring all the delightful options; from the ground floor the sounds of the victory party could just barely be heard. The women servicing your men are both experienced and eager, even Sophia's guests by now would have no doubt about their fate. Should you call one (or two) of them to join you? Women as beautiful as the serving girls and trained to excite a man could keep you entertained for hours.

Still, you hesitate. Before you is an opportunity like you've never had, and likely never will again. The women's perfume still hangs in the air reminding you of their delightful temptations, soft, smooth and sweet smelling. By all the gods you've waited long enough to savor the fruits of your victory, it is just a matter of choosing which door to open.

You tell yourself it is a financial decision as you move to the Lady's blue door. The price of a virgin can be as much as twice what she'd be worth if you pressed open her thighs and tore into her body, but it is more than that. Other than the thrill of being the first, you doubt Adriana would satisfy you the way an experienced woman would. Why take the time to teach a weeping girl, when you could have Sophia show you what she has already learnt?

You open the blue door at the end of the hallway slowly, not really surprised that it had not been locked from the inside. Lady Sophia likely knew that you'd follow her into her chambers. She stands waiting on the far side of the room, a glass of wine in her hand. The wine cup had been raised to her lips, but she slowly lowers it as you step into the room and close the door behind you. The 'click' of the latch engaging in its mechanism is loud in the silent chamber.

The room is circular; the second floor of the tower that rises above the estate. An archway leads to an adjoining room on the left, and an open balcony with a view of the city lies directly ahead of you. The sunlight from the balcony and the windows high on the walls glimmers off the cut crystal goblet that Sophia holds firmly in her grasp. Only a tiny ripple in the wine betrays the tremble of her hands as they clasp the cup.

"So, I am not to be spared after all." Her voice was clear and strong.

"Surely you are worldly enough to know the fate of women in war." You ask, closing the gap between the two of you. You boldly take the wine glass from her hand and drink a great swallow before you remind her that you had a choice. "Would you prefer I unlock your daughter's door?"

"No I..." She pauses trying to find the words unable to meet your gaze "... I hoped that you might choose me."

"Good!" Your voice low, but intense "Then we can skip the chasing, stripping and begging and get right to the part where you use your hot body to satisfy my lust." The noblewoman blanches slightly at your words, but then steps to meet you resting her hand on the stained linen tunic that you've worn under your armor for the past five days.

"I don't have much experience. My husband is the only man ..." She gasps as you rest a calloused hand on the upper swell of her breasts touching the bare flesh above the embroidery with your fingertips. "... and he preferred the young slaves he purchased."

"Then he was an idiot!" She doesn't resist as you curl your fingers under the cloth and pull her close. You can feel the bare skin of her tits warming the backs of your fingers as your other hand grasps her by her hair and tilts her face slightly to meet your kiss. Her mouth tastes of wine as she opens her lips willingly and her tongue tentatively responds to your invasion.

With an eager ferocity you pull her tunic from her body, barely avoiding tearing the fabric in your haste. In less than ten heartbeats she stands naked before you, wearing only the sandals strapped to her feet and calves.

"Why wouldn't a man want to fuck this every night?" You growl, lifting her full breast to meet the touch of your lips. Sophia moans incoherently as you suck her nipple between your teeth. Her teat swells in your mouth and the combination of her eager response and the clean, crisp smell of her perfume fills you with urgent need. Lifting her naked body easily in your strong arms you carry her to her bed and deposit her on the gold-colored bed covering. She lay gasping in surprise at the sudden change in her state. Her eyes never leave yours as you drop your weapon's belt and sword onto the floor and slip out of the linen tunic and loin cloth that had been constricting your erection since the victory feast began.

"Oh goddess!" She exclaims when the full length your cock springs free of the tight enclosure and bobs eagerly in her direction. You never thought of yourself as being huge, a little above average perhaps for a man your size but not a monster. Lord Attrenotis must have been quite a bit smaller though, judging by his wife's reaction.

"Spread 'em" you grunt impatiently as you climb onto the bed and push her legs apart. "No time for warming, I've been holding this load for over a week now just waiting to shoot it into some tight Athenapolis pussy." Probably not what the good Lady is used to, but it is the truth, and you'll have plenty of opportunity to pleasure her after the first time. She is wet already, and the way her legs wrap around your back leave no doubt in your mind about how much she wants this.

"Then take me, bastard!" Her words confirm your suspicion. "Fuck me you stinking animal!" You suddenly become aware of the strong odor of sweat and blood that fills the air. You do stink like a pig! But Sophia doesn't seem to care as you press your cock deep into her. She is tighter than you expected, and it takes several hard thrusts to drive your throbbing member to the hilt. Sophia moans as each lunge pushes deeper into her hot depths. Her hands rake at your chest and shoulders painfully until you grab her wrists and pin them to the bed above her head. Sophia arches her back in response to having her arms stretched above her and her tits press against your chest as she squirms under you.

"Is this what you were saving yourself for?" She taunts "An aristocratic lady of Athenapolis that you could pound like a cheap whore?" Sophia raises her head pressing her nose to your flesh; her tongue licks at the dried sweat on your chest as she breathes in the odor of your body. It wasn't your imagination, Sophia was as excited by your coarse language and scarred unwashed body, as you were by her soft clean unblemished nobility.

"That's right Lady Attenotis" deliberately using her title "and am I what you feared most, a lowborn foot-soldier using your cunt for his crude sexual release." You are getting ready to explode and she knows it. "How does it feel to be fucked by a street rat from the slums of Heliopolis?" You can feel the soles of the sandals striking your butt and one of her arms pulls free and wraps around your neck pulling your ear close to her face so you would not miss her words.

"You filthy scum, are you going to soil my womb with your low-class seed?" Her hips thrust against yours matching each violent spear of your cock with as much **** as she could. You can’t hold back any longer; driving yourself as deep into her as you can you grab her hair firmly so you can groan into her ear as you cum.

"That's right cunt! All the women of your city will be seeded by warriors of Helios!" With those words you shot load after pulsing load of cum into her belly overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience feeling her rock and moan helplessly beneath you.