You ride Ross a bit too hard and he cums inside

Although, in the moment, your head is swimming with excitement, fear and suppressed lust, you had already thought out this dilemma in some detail earlier. One of the advantages you'd had, or so you'd been taught, was that growing up in the lascivious surroundings of Undrek meant you'd never shied away from thinking about sex during the slow moments in your day. Oftentimes, on such delicate matters, a young lady's mind had to go over the facts a dozen times or more before she could divine her true feelings on a particular issue.

And indeed, 'issue' really is the operative word, here. Every time you had been given to a man in the past two years, it had been with the full knowledge of the risks involved. Sometimes they got drunk or aggressive, surely, but the greatest of these niggling worries was inseparable from the actual act of sex, on which you'd been well educated. Quite simply, with the exception of a few days a week, any time you fucked a man you'd had to mentally prepare yourself for the possibility that you'd conceived as a result. It wasn't even just a matter of the men not caring (though that was about half of them); the other half were vocally delighted about the possibility of giving you their seed. One Duke had even made a point of saying with cruel delight that he'd be returning in six months time to see if you had a swollen belly from your visit with him, and that he'd try again if he didn't. Luckily, that incident had been on a safe day for you.

On the other hand, a different young knight, deep in his cups, had once forcefully thrust himself partway into your ass before your howls of discomfort (and the impact of your fist) had informed him of his mistake. From what the working girls of Undrek told you, that wasn't unusual - sodomy could be very painful if the man wasn't gentle and careful, and might leave you bleeding even if it wasn't your first time. The thought makes you wince as you buy time hiking your skirt up and running your hand sensually over your pubic mound and down past your thighs while Ross watches. Would he feel (useful) sympathy for you if you were experiencing pain? Or would that just encourage him to see you as weak, ****, and easily manipulated? If you want this scum on your side, you think to yourself, you simply cannot afford for them to see you as a frightened, hesitant little girl; they won't care, it will just encourage them to intimidate you further. And you still have more riding in that awful, bumpy wagon to go - the outer portion of your backside was sore enough without being joined by a much more intimate and long-lasting ache.

It is decided. You'd have to give Ross exactly what he wanted and nothing less. As long as you watch him carefully, you could probably pull off right before he came, and you dearly wanted to climax yourself. You feel like you deserve it, after the past day's procession of misfortunes.

You tease your fingers over your slit, the flesh of your womanhood blushing bright pink at the attention, particularly once you start flicking your fingers over your pleasure-button. A hungry wetness began to well up inside you. Ross drank in every detail, and soon began to snort and grit his teeth, clearly biting down on his urge to verbally urge you onward or just pull you down onto him. It was really quite a delicious feeling, seeing a young man squirm, aching with desire for your cunt and helpless to do anything but lay there and feel the angry red pole between his legs throb as it pointed helplessly up at you. You have already been bending low - you lower yourself a few more inches to let the swollen purple head start teasing itself over your tingling cunt lips.

"An Itherian noblewoman's pussy... it's so much more than the likes of you deserves. Your filthy cock will never get to experience something so fine again. So you had better be very sure that you savor every moment of it and last as long as you can. If you make me come as well, then maybe I'll treat you to another little taste in the future." you clear your throat and purse your lips together as you look deeply into his eyes. "And just so we're clear. I'm still going to expect you to swear allegiance to me... but there's no more conditions right now, except for one. I want you to tell me how much you're enjoying it while I'm fucking you. Even if your fellows might hear. Even if they walk right up."

"Ach... YES! I kinnae wait a moment longer, Zoe! Sit your gorgeous arse down on my lap or I'll come up to meet you!" Ross howled. The sight of his muscular abdomen and pectoral muscles rising and falling with each breath, sweat starting to bead already in his excitement, turns you on more than a little. And so, you smile with superiority and lower yourself, not so differently from when you daintily squatted down to relieve yourself this morning while he'd impertinently gawked at you. Did he have no decency? You were about to find out, surely.

A shiver runs down your back as you feel something hot and turgid push down against your clit. You allow yourself a little gasp - for his part, Ross clenches his jaw so tight you're afraid he might hurt himself. He'd been such a repulsive brute yesterday when he was about to attack poor Marzena. You had a bit of power over him now - but would that last? The thought excited you in spite of yourself. Because of the angle, you simply aren't able to gradually lower yourself the whole way - so quickly, you sit down on him, and a loud "UHHH!" escapes your lips as he feels your flower open up and accept him all the way in in a single stroke. It was actually too fast for the both of you, but there was a certain thrill in feeling yourself be filled so suddenly. The heat of his hips against your bottom is surprisingly sweet.

His hands slide under you and cup each pale, soft cheek of your cute little arse, and between the two of you you manage to begin slowly bouncing up and down on his lap. Leaning far forwards, the only kind of precaution you can manage to take is to not allow him to go all the way to the base inside of you... which also allowed you to grind your clit from side to side down against his crotch when you let your hips momentarily come to rest on him. Since that causes your chest to be that much closer to his delighted eyes, Ross didn't object. After a few minutes, his eyes were rolling back in his head.

It was a amusing and exciting sight. And, you had to admit, his thick cock felt really good, filling you out, flexing a little forwards and backwards inside you with each motion of your hips. One of his fingers impertinently teased over your puckered asshole before dipping in. Resting your delicate hands on his chest, you found your own breathing quickening in time with this unwashed mercenary. It was a volatile mix of emotions... sweet and sour both at once.

Letting your butt rest against his lap for a moment, Ross took a deep breath to pace himself and wrapped his arms around your lower back, making as if to lift you up in his arms. Some part of your state of vulnerability made you want to cling to the brutish man helplessly rather than push him back down or regain control. And here, alone in the woods with none of your usual friends or subjects watching, that is exactly what you do.

The surge of excitement you feel as Ross succeeds at his struggle to lift you up off the ground, his spear still sunk deeply into you and tickling your most intimate depths, is like few experiences you have yet known. You finally are learning that even in the area of conventional one-on-one sex you were still a delicate novice with much to learn. It wouldn't be the first time a man has tossed you around, but this time, you are really at his mercy...

Hips clasped firmly around him, your whole body shakes as he bucks up and down, holding you aloft the entire time. Your efforts move from halfhearted pushing at his chest to meekly resting your hands there as you fill the air with echoing gasps, eyes squeezed shut. Your back is pressed up against the bark of a nearby tree for support. As your grip tightens ever more on his shoulders you work your legs higher and higher, your heels creeping up his back like shoots of ivy up the side of a tree with every passing thrust.

"Y-yes!" you were too in the throes of pleasure to have anything clever to say, so you just cried out "That's it! Right there, right there, hold on for me..." His pulse is quickening and he's grunting like a rutting boar... Perhaps it is your lust-inflamed imagination but you think you feel him swelling up and getting hotter inside you.

"Fuck! My... my life for Cunt-ess Orban! My life for her cunny!" Ross bellows. Intuiting that he is getting close, you try to back your hips away from him... but his response is to slam you up against the tree so forcefully that it nearly knocks the breath out of you. You slap his back a couple of times, trying to get his attention. "Here now... let me back off just a little-" you manage in between ragged gasps.

He's no longer listening. His eyes roll back in his head and he squeezes you painfully tight in his grip, making you yelp. But that little shrill yip is nothing compared to the long, drawn-out, grunting cry of frustration that escapes your lips when you feel his shaft throb and shudder rhythmically inside of you. Ross groans dramatically, mouth hanging open as shudders run through his muscular body. You can feel his hips shuddering too. And although you were plenty wet yourself, you are pretty sure that you can feel a hot, sticky sensation deep inside yourself. Looking down you see that his shaft is buried inside you all the way up to the root. When his balls brush against your inner thigh, you can feel them tense and flex. He isn't even trying to back out of you.

You knew all-too-well what that meant. "FUCK, YOU FILTHY BASTARD! Get out of me, get out of me!!" you bark at him, pounding both of your fists against his chest frantically and wriggling your backside, trying to get his shaft to slip out of you before he finished depositing his load. It does no good - you're as helpless as a ragdoll in his grasp and he has none of the instinctive manners or chivalry that might make him reflexively let go when a woman in his grip started to panic.

The man is far too strong, of course - you're held firmly in place until he relaxes, an idiotic smile gracing his coarse features. You immediately give him a hard push with both your hands and your knees, and, surprised, he lets go of you completely. This is less than ideal, because it means you drop several feet onto the ground, landing ass-first in the itchy grass with a painful thump and scraping your back against the tree-back so hard it rips your dress. But that isn't the worst of it. The worst of it is that the sudden drop and landing resulted in some of the hot white seed Ross had blasted up into you trickling back down, and when you looked down, a perfectly-timed bubble of white cum was adorning the middle of your aroused pink pussy-lips.

"Oh, that were heaven on earth..." Ross gurgles as he settles down with a pleased sigh. Ignoring the discomfort of your bruised ass, you grit your teeth with frustration as you get up onto you hop up into your feet and pop a deep squat, your reddened rear some six inches from the grass and your hands reaching back to pull each of your cheeks apart. A shiver ran down your spine as, for the second time today, you peed in the grass in this barbarian mercenary's presence. You'd thought you had no shame left to feel, but that was very wrong - you closed your eyes and looked away, face burning like a bonfire, as you wiggled yourself from side to side, hoping to make as much of Ross's cum drip out of you as you could. Without even a rag, you ended up having to use your own fingers to wipe and flick the sticky white droplets away. It was so hot on your fingers...

Under ordinary circumstances, you would be immediately dashing to your manor and preparing an... 'intimate cleansing device' to wash yourself out with hot water and vinegar. As it was, you could do little but hope. Ross chuckled insolently at you, apparently not considering the problem. You stand up and are in the process of storming over to Ross to... to tell him something very crass (you are trying to compose it in your mind as you walk) when there's a sharp whistle that calls your attention. You whirl on the interloper with balled fists and in high dudgeon, ready to chastise them with all the **** you could muster.

But, surprisingly, it isn't Ross's lackeys coming to peep on you. Rather, it's Marzena and Cadh, the former leading with her hat tilted and her arms crossed, looking a little peevish. The robust warrior-captain, meanwhile, was following behind her, looking strangely downcast.

"HEY!!" Marzena whistles at you. "No fair! You should have waited! Where's your sense of fairness, Zoe? You got to watch me getting fucked out in front of everyone, but I don't even get to see the end bit of you and loverboy there sharing a romantic lil' tryst? Booo!"

You're too satisfied to be properly irate so you just sigh and chuckle before clicking your tongue. "Serves... you right for misdirecting the spells like that, you wench of a witch. I-"

Your stomach suddenly goes cold and your eyes bug out - you really shouldn't have said that. What if it makes Cadh suspicious?

But Marzena doesn't seem even slightly concerned. She points her nose up in the air and bats her heavily shadowed eyelids at you. "Well of course, I couldn't do but what I did! No offense, my spoiled noble friend, but you didn't have the skills to deal with this brute of a man."

"And you did, I suppose?" you ask cagily, raising an eyebrow as you finally get back to a standing posture - Ross starts to get up but you plant a heel on his chest, and he stays down, finding it more amusing than insulting in his own post-coital bliss.

"But of course." Marzena lets out what can only be described as a brief cackle. "Took me less than half a day to well and truly steal his heart!"

"Oh come ON!" you say with a sneer, getting into a contest of snark with your friend as you often did, and half-secretly enjoyed. "Don't tell me you think whatever romantic mush he promised you to get in your knickers was worth anything. What, do you think that he's some kind of a poet now? He probably just fed you some old regurgitated love sonnets, knowing your uneducated arse would eat it right up."

Marzena stares and blinks a few times... then begins laughing so heartily she doubles over. After vainly attempting to keep her balance, she topples over onto her side, kicking her pale sexy thighs back and forth comically as she howls at you.

"W-what?" Blushing, you look down. "Yes, yes, I know you can see the... stuff on my dress. Of course I fucked him, it was the thing to do. And..." you can no longer suppress your curiosity. "Cadh! You... listen, you musn't take what Marzena and I say to eachother too seriously, we-"

Marzena cuts you off with a wave of your hand as she gets back up. "No, no, it's not that, and you don't have to lie to him. I think you misunderstood me when I meant that I'd stolen his heart. I mean... well, here." She takes off her big floppy hat and retrieves something, holding it out in the light so you can see. You gasp, your eyes wide with shock.