Ahmet fucks Ciri (MF, ncon)

Ahmet stood and looked down at his new toy. Reaching down he grabbed her by her thin waist picking her up like a sack of potatoes. He tossed her onto the bed.

“Stop,” Ciri murmured. She **** herself to move but barely managed to roll over onto her back before her strength gave out once again.

“Why would I do that?” Ahmet pondered watching as her body whither on the bed. Her clothes pulled tight against her hips and ass. He grabbed one leg and dragged her to the edge of the bed and positioned her legs apart so he stood between them.

His hand traveled up her thigh, over her clothed stomach to her breasts, squeezing them lightly, delighting in the glare the princess was giving him.

Ciri flinched when she heard the fabric of her dress tear then felt his hands on her bare skin.

“I had heard rumors that Niflgardian sluts shave between their legs.” His fingers slipped over her slit and found her wet and waiting.

Ahmet smirked, “You ready for me princess?”

“I’ll kill you,”

Ahmet shrugged

“Focus” he said, then slapped her across the face.

It shocked her more than it hurt her, she had been hit by much worse, but still, it stung, Ciri winced and tried to sit up only to be immediately pushed back down.

“I want a little fight in you for the first time I take you.” His hands trailed up and down her exposed body coming up to her breasts to cup her, his fingers sliding over her nipples before pinching them painfully hard.

She squeaked out a moan in protest and Ahmet grinned. He grabbed her legs dragging her body fully to the edge of the bed. His cock was hard once again as he stood over her, lorded over her.

His palm slapped against her face again, she winced but her mind felt clearer. He slapped her tits next.

“Wake up princess!”

Ciri’s eyes rolled back as she felt the head of his cock press against her opening. She twisted and turned in a **** but futile attempt to get away. She lifted one foot, trying to kick the Oferi man but he easily swatted the limb away.

“That’s it,” Ahment said, grabbing her hips and pushing her down. “Fight.”

Ciri moaned, her hands gripping the sheets of the bed trying to pull away but it was no use she was still too weak. Her body spread for him as he pushed forward with a moan of pleasure.

“Tight little cunt.” he moaned, watching as her body opened to him and his thick cock slide inside her firm little body. His hands went around her throat, squeezing her as he entered her.

Every time she looked away or closed her eyes his hands tightened around her throat forcing her to open them, forcing her to watch.

His cock moved slowly inside her, every movement deliberate, timed. She could feel every inch of him, every wiry vein, every ridge, every time he impaled his entire length into her tight waiting body she felt his balls press against her ass grinding against her flesh. He held there for a moment before he dragged himself out, her body gripped him tightly, betraying her as if she wanted his cock to stay nestled in her cunt for eternity.

“It’s not so bad is it?” Ahmet gloated. She was wet as he was hard, the whore loved this even if she would never admit it. His grin grew wider and he thrust himself into her. Ciri cried out, her beautiful, green eyes, filled with hate and desperation opened wide for him to see. All for him.

She was panting now, Ciri wanted to think it was because he was **** her but she knew it wasn’t true. With every movement, every thrust a tension grew inside her, tight and undeniable, she liked it, craved it and she would never admit it but she wanted more. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body and his as well as he moved. As he fucked her, used her.

Gods what had he done to her, what vile liquid had poisoned her with. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the growing heat in her belly. He slapped her again, but this time it barely hurt, instead it made her cunt clench tighter around him. It made her moan. She opened her eyes to him, staring. She hated him, she pushed back against him.

No longer passive, her hips moved up to meet his thrusts. Her eyes still shot looks of pure hatred at the man but now they were half closed, her nostrils flailing, her stomach clenching.

Faster he moved. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room. Her panting turned to moans. Ciri could hear herself and she hated how much it sounded like she was enjoying this.

She shuddered then, she couldn’t stop herself as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine.

Ahmets grin grew even wider still.

“Do you enjoy this whore?” He pushed harder and Ciri cried out as his cock drove into her nearly battering her womb, spreading her cunt, and sending more waves of pleasure up her spine.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he told her but she couldn’t speak only moan.

“Tell me to stop,” he moaned again into her ear. “Stop moaning like a whore and I leave you in peace.”

Unable to stop herself Ciri moaned and pinched her eyes closed, she couldn’t speak, couldn't think. She panted out a groan and cried out as her body clenched tightly around him.

He came with a grunt and a laugh. His cock twitched inside her as he emptied himself into her womb. Ciri moaned as he fell forward onto her both of them slick with sweat, his body pressed against hers.

Another throb of his cock pushed more of his seed inside her. Ciri wanted to scream but was unable to do more than lay there, **** to feel him throbbing inside of her. Warm wet cum spilled from her used cunt, dripped down her slit and onto her ass. He pulled away and Ciri looked away.

Ciri rolled to her side, expecting another attack but it did not come. Instead, Ahment walked away from her, dressing himself as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll have your head for this,” Ciri whispered, still feeling his hands on her, still feeling his seed spill from her aching body.

Ahmet shrugged as if he did not care.

“No doubt you could. But at what cost, Princess? I am a noble dignitary from Ofir. Nephew of the King. What will happen when word comes back that you executed me? Or even that I died while in your castle, under your protection. My King will not take kindly to that will he.”

Ciri glared at the older man. She pulled herself up to rest on one elbow, the ****'s effect seemed to have diminished, maybe it was the ****, or simply the time that had passed but she could feel her strength returning to her.

Ahmet shook his head. “Can your father afford another war and not with some northern peasants? Hmm?” he pondered. “No I don’t think you’ll have my head, but I do think you will return to my quarters tomorrow night and every night after.”

Ciri stood her legs shaky. “If you think-”

“I do not think, I know, If you do not entertain me I will find someone who will. I saw a pretty serving girl earlier, maybe I’ll take her instead and do not think I will be as kind to her as I was to you.” Ahmet walked up to where Ciri was standing and reached to the bed pulling her clothes wrapping them around, dressing her as if it was a kindness. “No, I do not think she will be screaming in pleasure like you were.”

“You are disgusting, vile,”

“See you tomorrow night princess.”