You stroke her as she lays on the bed.

It takes only a short time before the combination of her eager response and the tightness pulsing against your shaft bring you to a massive climax. It has been over a month since you've had a woman of any kind and never a virgin, certainly not a young maiden of Adriana's standing and beauty, so you are not surprised by the strength and duration of the climax. Even after filling this beauty you lose only part of your erection and your member is nearly hard enough to go again when you withdraw from her and lay panting by her side.

“I can't believe how good you felt squirming under me.” You tell her as you prop yourself up on an elbow and take in the lithesome beauty on display in the late afternoon light. “In spite of the fight you put up your body was slick and ready for me. Have you been thinking about this all afternoon?” The red smear of blood on the white of her thigh confirms that you had indeed been the first man to master this spirited maiden, and her inexperience shows as she gasps when your hand touches the spot on her inner thigh.

“Much longer than that.” She confesses in a whisper, trembling slightly as your hand climbs higher. “These past weeks, my friends and I could talk of little else but what would happen to us if the city fell and we were captured by soldiers. Some even gave themselves to men they knew so they would not be first broken by common soldiers.” As she speaks your fingers continue to gently stroke her clit, she moans and squirms when they explore deeper into her sore cunt. “But I swore to the goddess that I'd give myself to no man." You smile in satisfaction as you recall the spirited fight that had won your prize.

"In the garden this afternoon thought I was going to be ravaged when you first came down the wall." Adriana continues breathlessly. "Then you and your men went away without even touching me; I wasn't sure if I was relieved or insulted.” She looks up "Are you shocked?” Suddenly realizing that this was not what young noblewomen were supposed to think. With a hint of a shrug she continues anyways.

“Then when you came back splattered with blood and flush with the success of your victory to the the feast and your men made Antonia and Nicia change into those revealing silks and serve like the other slaves." She bit her full lower lip before finishing the thought. "I wondered what it would be like to place food into your mouth while your hands explored my barely covered body.” She moans in need and wiggles her hips as you toy with her. “Must I have to tell you everything?” You nod your head firmly.

“You are my defeated captive, you have no more privacy. Tell me.” You enjoy seeing the flush of her face as she accepts her new status and you wonder what could be more embarrassing then what she has already told you.

“I saw you admiring at the Persephone mural as we passed it on the way to our rooms.” So Adriana at least had noticed your interest. “When I was no older than sixteen I would sit in that room and imagine what it would be like to have a man bind me with golden chains and carry me off.” No wonder she is so excited now, her pussy is hot and dripping as you stroke her. "I had my very first orgasm on a couch under that mural rubbing myself as I imagined that I was Persephone and Hades was forcing himself into me, violating me mercilessly. I cried out so loudly that my mother came running down stairs to see what was wrong. I told her I saw a mouse, but I doubt she believed me; the whole room smelled of my juices.” Her head is tilting back now, her eyes are closed and her hips are pumping against your hand. As you pull your hand away she moans with need, but you don't touch her again until you see her regain control.

“What else?” You ask when she comes back from the brink of exploding. You fingers return to stroking her, but this time at a slower pace.

“Remember how I told you I knew that you would demand that one of us ... you know ... serve you.” Suddenly her back arches and mouth opens in a gasp as the pleasure becomes too great, and your fingers pause against her clit. "What I didn't tell you was that I hoped you’d choose my door." She paused again before finishing in a breathy rush. "And I think my mother was secretly hoping the same thing. For the past four years we have been in an unspoken competition for the attention of men. She's still beautiful and she'd flirt with the suitors who'd come to call on me; I saw her touch your arm as she climbed the stairs; oh I wanted to push her away." Her hand covers yours and she presses her fingers to her slit trying to hurry your pace.

"I was competing with my mother for the right to be **** by you." She was clenching the sheet of the bed now as she rocked her hips against your hand. "You chose me...me...oh goddess ...you chose... me...meeeeeee!!!!"

A short while later when her face has lost some of its flush she smiles shyly at you . "So am I truly more beautiful than my mother?"