The petite brunette

Either of these two scantily clad slaves would normally be far out of the reach of a simple hoplite like you. To have your choice of the pair is enough to make your head spin. The golden hair and blue eyes of the Kalioni captive is certainly unusual even in a cosmopolitan city-state like Athenapolis. The slender blonde has the long lithe build and small breasts that you know some men prefer. The petite brunette is a little curvier with full round tits that look bigger than they probably actually are because of her tiny frame. The girl's hair is pulled into a tight bun, and before you make your decision you pull the combs from her hair freeing the unruly curls that the women from Polhermes are known for.

"This one will do." You try to play this as cool as possible, but there is something about the girl's petite frame, impish grin and curly hair that you find irresistible. The idea of having this little pixie attending to your needs is already making your cock stiffen under your armor. You just wish you could have her ride your cock as you played with her pretty tits.

Vasili grins when you make your choice and without any hesitation takes the slender blonde that you decided against by her upper arm and pulls her away leaving you and the mop-headed brunette standing near the side of the massive tent.

"This way, my Lord." She tells you as she leads you through a gap in the curtain to a small side room with a richly upholster couch and a small table holding a porcelain bowl of warm soapy water. You let her remove your armor piece by piece even kneeling at your feet to unbuckle your sandals and then the linen loincloth that holds your junk.

"Are you hurt my Lord?" With your armor gone you see that you have a shallow cut that runs along the neck-line of your breastplate. Had the drake's talons hit just a few inches higher instead of the heavy part of your armor, it would have likely torn out your throat. As it is, the cut left blood dripping onto your torso. You shrug your shoulders at her misplaced concern and let her use the soft cotton washcloth to clean away the sweat and blood on your torso.

When she reaches your manhood she doesn't even hesitate but drops to her knees and uses both her small hands to stroke your erection as she runs the warm washcloth up and down its length. After a moment of silence, the girl looks up at you from her knees. "I am here to please you, Lord. You can do anything you like." She pauses and grins playfully. "Well, not everything ... It's too bad; I think I'd like it if you were the man to break me in." Her fingers return to your cock wrapping around the shaft to measure its girth. "Wow, this one is way bigger than the others I've seen."

"Have you seen many cocks?" The surprise in your tone makes the girl giggle. "I have since that day we were taken. Every day we have four or five of Master Vasily's men that we practice on." You smile at this fringe benefit that the slaver's men get to enjoy. "At first it was awful, but now that I have the hang of it, it's not that hard." Judging by the way her small hands caress the head of your cock you can see that all her practice has paid off. It would be easy to let her jack you off like this, but now you're curious to see what other skills this sexy little thing has learned.

"What else have you learned about pleasing men?"

"I can use my mouth, and some men like to use my breasts." Her soft voice lifts at the end to make the sexy statement into a question. As she goes back to washing your scrotum like it's no big deal, you reach down to cup one of her plump breasts and give it a good squeeze. The girl's soft moan and the way her hands pause momentarily are pretty good indications of how sensitive this sassy captive's tits must be.

"Come here my Lord." You find yourself pulled to the couch and the curly-haired pixie climbs onto your lap with her slender thighs spread around your hips. Your throbbing erection is pinned between your hard abdomen and her soft belly, and it feels even better when she starts to lift and lower herself against your chest. "What if -" The girl pauses to breath into your ear, "what if your manhood accidently slipped into my tight little pussy and, before either of us knew what was happening, I wasn't a pure virgin anymore?"