What you've wanted all along

"Wait, Rider." Relia's gasps might be from her attempt to preserve the illusion that she was being **** against her will, but they could just as easily be her inexperienced body reacting to the flood of sexual stimulation. You start to curl your finger up into her sex when she stops you with a more coherent query. "Wait, what is it that you want?"

"You." You grin as you realize that you have come close to replaying the conversation you had with this noblewoman when she first entered your Rider's loft. Of course now, this nearly naked young woman was riding up and down on your lap as your hands roam freely all over her feminine curves so there is no longer any of the nonsense about her virtue or position as a respected member of the city's peerage. Before she can stop you with some other drivel, you slide the middle finger of your right hand up and into her and wiggle it rapidly as your palm presses against her from the outside.

"Oh goddess! That feels so good." Relia's gasp of surprise is followed by a question. "Why does it feel so much better when you do it?"

"Because you're not in control any longer, My Lady." Judging by her moan and the way her inner muscles tighten around your finger you are pretty sure you got that right. "Just like those women who started their journey fully clothed and veiled and ended it wearing nothing but a collar around their pretty throats and leather binding strips, you don't know what's going to happen."

"Are you going to fuck me, Rider." Relia's eyes are nearly closed and she is rocking against you in time to the slow rise and fall of your thighs. "Are you going to finally bring the frigid Lady of Riverview down like a common street whore?"

"Frigid?" You laugh, at her description of herself.

"That's what all my suitors called me behind my b- oooghmm -" her commentary is momentarily broken as your second finger joins the other. "I was proud of my reputation as a woman who could not be led too far into Aphrodite's gardens, but I can't stop you now even if I wanted to could I?"

"No, I'm afraid not, My Lady."

"Do it then!" She shudders softly in what might be a miniature orgasm as a fresh wave of hot juices coat your fingers. "Fuck me like you fucked those matrons; I don't care if I scream and beg you to stop, I want you to keep pounding me until you've broken in this once proud virgin of Athenapolis."

You hadn't expected this noblewoman to be quite this graphic, but you are more than happy to fulfill her secret desires. In less time then it takes to string a bow you've positioned yourself with the knob of your manhood just inside her and with a hard thrust pushed past the barrier that had withstood so many other men.

"Aiighh." Her cry is both sharp and short and you make no attempt to let her adjust to the intrusion within her. No longer restraining yourself to the slow pace of your drake's wing stroke, you stab upwards into her again claiming even more of her depths "Oh Korban, you're fucking me!" Relia seems almost surprised at what you had felt was pretty much inevitable from the moment she climbed onto your drake. "I can feel how deep you are inside me, oh goddess - stretching me, using me with your cock." In truth, this position is a pleasant way to start, but it is hard to get all the way into a woman's passage from where you sit and with a primal grunt of desire that might pre-date even the gods themselves you lift the woman with your cock still firmly inside her and drape her over the end of the curved arm of the couch.

With a knee on the couch behind her and one leg planted firmly on the carpeted floor of the tent you set to work showing this virgin what a man can do to a woman if he's given unrestricted access. This time there is no doubt in your mind when Relia climaxes, the yelp of discomfort from earlier is nothing like the howl that escapes her throat as her tight sex tightens on your cock her legs stiffen. You could have easily let yourself follow her into that moment of bliss, but instead you concentrated on continuing to steadily pump in and out of her until her last fluttering spasm. Only then did you pick up the pace. Using a fistful of her fine hair like the reigns of a drake you keep her arched in the perfect position for your pleasure and as she moans and twists under your hips you ram your cock as deeply as possible into her claiming her as yours.

With that thought your control finally breaks and you spew jet after jet of your cum into her, only belatedly wondering if this was a fertile time for her womb.