Master and

Rua was little more than an animal and you were a god, or the closest thing to it at least. You kept things simple. You waited until one of the nights of Yuletide, perhaps a month after she arrived in Jutland. As the castle drunk itself into a stupor, you limited yourself. You were drunk, of course, but nothing such that you were not cognizant. Rua, a ****, was forbidden to drink. She would clean up after the men, and soon she would service one as well.

As she moved into your wing of the great hall, you crept behind her. While the castle slept, you grabbed her from behind, muffling her and slamming her into the wall. She tried to struggle and scream, but you held her down for a few seconds until she calmed down. As she recognized it was you, you shushed her one last time and took your hand off her mouth, though you held her against the wall as a precaution. She didn't say a word, and you took her by the hand to your room.

She must have thought you meant to make her clean since she seemed so confused when she saw how spotless your room was. Her confusion faded, however, once you pushed her onto your bed. You towered over her like a lion over a gazelle; she didn't make a sound. You quickly ripped her robes off to reveal her pale and frail body. She was a woman no doubt, but she was smaller, her boobs tiny even by the most generous measure. They gave way to two visible sets of ribs and perfectly flat stomach. Her ass was almost boney and small enough that you could almost hold an entire cheek in one hand.

You got on top of her and taunted her, "Have you ever been fucked, little girl?"

She mumbled something in response as she did her best to avert her eyes from your figure. You were annoyed. You grabbed her hair and made her look at you. "You will speak when spoken to," you announced.

She flinched. "N-No, m'lord," she whimpered, "I am sworn to the next life." She gave you a look of fear that testified to the truth of her words. Her eyes were beginning to pool with water, making her dark green eyes sparkle like emeralds by the candle light. You tightened your grip on her thick red locks.

You smirked. "No Rua, you are sworn to me now." Silent tears began to stream down her face. She was broken by your words. You moved one hand down to maul her tiny breasts, exploring as you desired. "Do you understand?" you asked her.

"Y-yes..." she spat out, as quiet as a mouse. You leaned back and took your hands off her, instead taking them to her inner thighs, spreading them apart. Her sex was pink and glistened slightly, though you could not tell if it was a cold sweat of fear or some twisted excitement on her part. She looked away, which you chuckled at.

You spread her legs ever further apart as you lowered your cock into her. When your head first reached her, she flinched but tried to suppress it. As you went in deeper, she began to squirm slowly. When you were about a third of the way into her, she gasped a little. It was more than you could take. You slammed your rod all the way into her, shoving your body onto her. She let out a yelp of pain as you thrust in and out and in and out, destroying her virgin cunt. She then, almost reflexively, wrapped her arms around your shoulders and cried out for you to stop over and over again. You quickly lost your nerve. Such impudence, you thought, could not go unpunished. You thrust all the way down as hard as you could and as many time as you could until she was panting like a bitch in heat.

She melted into your body like the whore she was at heart. Behind the tears, she loved every second if being a prince's cum bucket, you just knew. With the last bit of wherewithal you had, you pondered: should you release your seed into this wench, and risk a bastard, or paint her face white with your juice?