You've unleashed a sex fiend

"Oooh, Korban." Even though you've barely recovered from the bout of sexual activities of the recent hours, Relia is clearly excited by the erotic picture you're painting. "You're a wicked, wicked man." She squirms against you rubbing her naked flesh against yours creating waves of pleasure wherever your two bodies touch until you are completely on top of her pinning her to the couch with your weight. "Can I tell a secret?" At this point she can tell you whatever she likes as long as she stays in your arms.

"My bed chambers in the estate in Athenapolis look out towards Athenapolis' drake eyrie." Relia begins almost shyly as she toys with the hairs on your chest. "Many times I've watched the Riders return from their hunts with naked captives slung over their saddles or hanging from nets. Before I came to you I knew the risks I was taking."

"Really?" Actually, this doesn't surprise you as much as she might have thought.

"Over the years I made it a point to be in my room for the evening return of the wings, watching for the Riders who landed in their roosts with a prize in his arms. Whenever I saw one of these poor girls, I'd lie on my bed with my fingers between my thighs for hours imagining what it would be like to be plucked from my life of luxury by a Rider from a distance city and **** to serve them exactly like you just showed me." Suddenly she pushes hard against your chest trying to roll from under you, but not before you grab her thin wrists and pin them firmly above her head. "In my fantasies, I'd struggle of course." She whispers fiercely, "a chaste noblewoman like me would never just surrender her innocence without a fight, but in the end the Rider would cut away all my clothes, **** apart my legs and claim me as only a man can claim a woman."

"You must have really enjoyed that little ride you just took, huh?" Her unabashed scream as she climaxed was all the evidence you needed, but you want to hear her say the words herself.

"Yes, Korban." Relia's breathing quickens and her hips twist under yours, "You made my first time so good, I always imagined that it would be savage, and that it would hurt more ..." The way Relia's voice trails off you wonder if perhaps she was hoping for something a little more like her girlish fantasies.

"Would you like me to be rougher this time?" She moans quietly in response to your question and you decide to press a little more, "Should I spank this pretty little ass?" Her eyes brighten and her head bobs quickly one time before she resumes her struggles with renewed vigor, bucking and twisting beneath you until she is able to pull one of her hands free and rake it across your face.

"Fuck that hurts!" Capturing her hand once again you pull her up from the couch and drag her to where your riding gear is lying on the carpeted floor. You can feel two or maybe even three welts forming under your eye where her nails raked across your face, Relia may be pretending, but she is playing for real and you do not intend to let her do any more damage.

"I'll never surrender, you beast," Relia twists her naked body against yours trying to break free but only succeeding in arousing your passions, "there's nothing you can do that will break my will." It takes very little time to twist one of the capture braids that hang from your discarded belt around the struggling woman's wrists binding them together above her face. Once secured you are free to use your free hand to explore her flesh, pausing long enough at her nipple to twist and pull at it fiercely stretching the hard nub upwards until Relia is standing on her toes. In most women this kind of pain would dampen any sexual desires, but Relia flushes in excitement and her breathing become even more ragged.

"I don't want to break you, my wildcat." You let her sink back down as you move your hand up to her slender throat and squeeze enough to make her eyes widen. "I want to feel you bucking and jerking under me as I take you. But first," you loosen your grip enough for her to get a good breath, "you have to pay for the scratches you put on my face."

"What are you going to do?" Relia hisses defiantly, "cut off my hand?"

"Oh no, Lady Relia," you laugh crudely as you push her back over the curved arm of the couch this time from the other side until her ass is high in the air and her face is pressed to the green velvet of the seat. "I have a much better way to punish naughty girls." Even though she must surely know what was coming, her sharp cry when your palm landed on her taught buttocks is as much from surprise as pain. She tries to jerk away, but you keep one hand firmly on the small of her back while the other lifts for a second blow.