No, you've waited long enough

"No, Don't!" Relia begs as she senses the change in your face. "Please Rider, I'll help you when we reach the Court of Apollo." Her eyes meet yours and she makes her final appeal. "I'll tell them you rescued me, that you are a honorable man." To some Riders her pledge might have added to weight to her cause, but in many ways you are more like the free-booting mercenaries that swelled the ranks of the United Armies then the high-born Riders she was used to.

Her station and position might carry weight at the court of Apollopol but not with the men who were overrunning Athenapolis. The only thing common foot-soldiers like those cared about was how much gold they could strip from the city as loot and how pretty the girls that fell into their hands were. You consider the sweet hipped beauty with her firm round breasts and thin waist that had fallen into your hands. The idea of her bargaining to preserve her virtue with those mercenaries made you chuckle softly. As pretty as this one was, Lady Relia would have had a long, rough time of it. Her renewed wiggling under you reminds you of your current very pleasant position.

"You're assuming that you'll even get to the palace." You grunt coarsely into her ear as you use your hand to position the head of your throbbing cock. "I'd be surprised if you see much of anything other than my bed until I've got you well enough broken in to take you to the slaver's guild." Your chuckle turns to laughter as she stammers out futile protests and twists her body futilely beneath you.

"I told you what I knew." She whines, "I told you everything - I swear!"

"I believe you, Milady." You tease her softly as you push just slightly into the feminine portal and feel the wet heat of her pussy envelope the head of your cock. "That's why I'm done asking you questions." Relia's body stiffens but her legs are still spread wide and in spite of her murmured protests her thighs open slightly as you press slowly into her.

An expression of mixed shock and wonder fills Relia's face as she feels the hardness pressing between her slick petals. Her full breasts cushion against your chest as you maintain your position over her and you consider teasing her swollen nipples like you did when you took her on your drake, but even as the thought crosses your mind you feel a tightness baring further entry into her.

She really is a virgin! Most daughters of a city's elite are married off to husbands of an appropriate standing and wealth while still teenagers. You wonder briefly how a young Lady Relia had been able to avoid being given as a bride to some powerful lord to cement a family bond like her peers. Even more improbable, this beautiful woman had reached her twenties without having had a fling or two. Noblewomen are supposed to protect their honor at all cost, few unmarried noblewomen would ever admit to having any sexual experience, so you took all of Relia's claims of innocence with a grain of salt - until now.

"I see you weren't lying about being a good girl." You pulled back slightly and grip her hair firmly until her head tilts upwards to meet your gaze. Seeing the look in her eyes at the exact moment you claim her will make it that much better. Relia too appears to be aware of the restriction within her and her eyes widen as you rock harder against the thin membrane.

"Have mercy..." The time for her pleas is over, and the time for waiting is over too. A hard thrust pops through her cherry allowing you to plunge into her depths. She cries outs, it's not quite a squeal, but it's close enough to make you throb with desire and before she even has a chance to get used to the feeling of your manhood you pull back and slam into her again just to hear her cry out again. "Please ... please it hurts." Lady Relia's eyes are whirling wildly and her small hands push against your chest as you push into her again.

"It will get better." You groan softly as your hips grind against hers pushing as deeply as you can into her eliciting another round of sobbing. If you were a better man, you'd take pity on this whimpering maiden and at least pause long enough for her to get used to the size of the intrusion, but it just feels too damn good for you to care about whether it will or will not get better for her. Her protests turn into a bit of a mantra in rhythm with your motion.

"It hurts, oh goddess it hurts." You are not particularly big, but to this untouched noblewoman with no other experience with men you must have felt huge. How many of her suitors expected to be the one that tore through her cherry to hear her cry out in their arms? Each one of them falling just a little short of what was needed to feel her pussy stretching like you were now. She certainly felt good and tight around your cock, so much better than her slaves. Knowing that you had succeeded where all others had failed, combined with the knowledge that this woman would have almost certainly sneered at you if you had approached her in a party makes her moans all the more musical.

Again and again you thrust into her tight passage, each time waves of pleasure sweep through your body from your cock to the tips of your ears. Relia too must be experiencing some pleasure as her yelps turn first to gasps and then soft moans as her breathing quickens. She's responding very well to feeling the pleasure of a man deep inside her sex for the first time.

"You see, it's not so bad." You tell her during one of the several pauses you have to use in a vain attempt to prolong the moment for as long as possible. It will not be long before you have to surrender to the inevitable, but you want to make it last as long as possible. "Your pussy is so sweet, so tight, so good... I'm going to enjoy you as often as I can until you are ready to sell." Her eyes close and she turns away as you remind her of her fate, but you tighten the grip in her hair and turn her to meet your gaze. "Don't look away. You're not done yet - not until I fill your hot womb with my seed!" You words have the desired effect and her warm hips begin bucking and squirming against yours in a frantic attempt to dislodge you before it is too late.

"No! I can't get pregnant." Her frantic efforts do nothing more than excite you, and you turn your attention to varying the length and speed of your strokes, sometimes teasing her with short quick jabs just into her and then sinking your entire length into her, making her entire body shudder. She is still moving under you, but now her hips are rising to meet you downward thrusts even as she murmurs in protest. "Pull out. Please, you have to take it out before it is too late."

"No way." You grunt, "I'm going to plant my seed in your womb." Thrusting even harder, excited by the idea of her upscale womb swelling with your son.

"Please..." She groans, and you silence her momentarily with a demanding kiss. Tearing your lips off of hers you watch her reaction as you push as far as you can into her. There are no longer cries of pain, now each thrust is met with a moan or gasp as you rock into her. Given enough time you might even bring her to a climax, but you can feel the building need growing in your scrotum, and you doubt you'll be able to wait that long.