He breeds her like a bitch

Hilda looks up at him. Her face is flushed. Her eyes are large and doe-like. Her hair is a sexy, tussled mess. Her nipples jut out from her heaving breasts, and the scent coming off of her cunny... well...

Every man has his breaking point, and Horatio has just found his.

He lets out a savage, animalistic roar that instinctually causes Hilda (and half the maids) to tremble in fear before he lunges upon her, claiming her like a prehistoric savage.

He hilts her in one go, making her scream like a she-banshee. But her womanly wail of whorish pleasure is cut short when he silences her with a sloppy, needy, passionate kiss.

Her eyes go wide for a moment in surprise at its ferocity, but they soon close as she surrenders to him in mind, body, and soul.

He is taking her. He is doing as he pleases. And Hilda is letting him. Gone are all sense of pride, social standing, or anything else civilization has concocted over the countless millennia. It's all been stripped away, just like their armor, clothes, and other finery.

Horatio pins Hilda beneath him as he thrusts into her like a man possessed. Hilda responds by taking it, moaning into her conqueror's mouth and let him do as he pleases.

In her mind, at least what hasn't already turned to mush from the pleasure coursing through her, she's nothing but a prize to be claimed.

And she loves every hot, sweaty, thrusty, heavy second of it.

Horatio has her arms pinned to her sides as he pounds away at her sodden box, but her legs are free, so she chooses to wrap them around her invader, embracing him as her cunt quivers and reflexively squeezes at the manhood plundering her most precious treasures.

She's being pushed over the edge, one powerful thrust at a time, and the overwhelming sense of powerless and inevitability of it all is what finally does it.

Horatio breaks their kiss to gasp for air, and all Hilda can think to say as they stare into each others' eyes is "CUM INSIDE!"