One that looks like her

"I like that one." Cassiopeia says pointing to a mural on the wall to your right. The picture shows a young woman lowering herself onto the monstrous cock of a muscular man lying on his back with thick flowing locks of hair spread out behind his head on the pillow. The artist had done a wonderful job capturing the expression of absolute joy in the girl's face as she feels the shaft enter her. Except for the huge melons that rise improbably from her small torso, the figure in the mural looks surprisingly like Cassiopeia. Her wavy blonde hair, un-pierced ear, and the shape of her nose and chin are too close to be a coincidence.

"Is that supposed to be you?" You ask in amazement.

"I think so." Cassiopeia smiles shyly. "Last year my father had my sisters and I sit for family portraits." The artist was a dark eyed journeyman artist not much older than I and I remember him staring at me with an unsettling intensity when I posed for him. "Judging by the brushwork, I'm pretty sure the same artist painted this. I guess I left an impression." Then briefly covering her small breasts with her hands she adds "But, not a perfect one it seems."

"Don't." You tell her gruffly as you push her hands away. "These are treasures. Perfectly shaped-" you pause to kiss her pert breasts, breathing in the scent of her body before you finish the thought "and much more desirable than those mockeries." Cassiopeia squirms in your arms as your lips nuzzle her tits and once again you became aware of how much you want her.

Rolling onto your back you stretched out like the man in the mural resting your head on one of the many pillows. Your manhood rises like a flagpole from your loins, evidence of your desire. For a moment you wait anxiously; would Cassiopeia accept the implied invitation or would she shy away from you and the erect pole? To your delight, the innocent young woman reaches out to touch you. Using just one finger she strokes the tip of your cock rubbing a drop of pre-cum over the swollen purple bulb that crowns your shaft.

"Do you think he fantasized about me?" Cassiopeia asks as she straddles your thighs. "Do you think he hoped that I would sneak into his room and climb onto his pole?" As she speaks, she lifts herself to her knees and sways there over your body more beautiful than any of the women pictured on the walls. "I think he had both my sisters, but if was waiting for me, he waited in vain." Holding you firmly in her small fist she lowers herself until your cock head is nestled between her dripping petals. "I wasn't tempted at all by his moody eyes and gilded tongue." Cassiopeia assures you as she begins to lower herself onto you. "His hands were soft like a child's and he smelled like a flower garden." Her hips start moving in little circles, and slowly but surely you can see your spear rising into her body and feel the heat and moisture of her slick walls envelope you.

"But you!" Cassiopeia murmurs, "You with your cropped hair and white scars and piercing eyes." You can feel the tightness of her body increase as she sinks a fraction more onto your pole. "I could not keep my eyes off of you. Every woman in the room wanted you, first Adriana draped herself on your arm leaving no doubt about her feelings. And then-" her body shudders deliciously "-you took my sister. So hard, goddess so hard, not letting her have any control?" as she says the words you felt her pushing herself against the thin obstruction "Taking her like a man - aigh - takes a woman." With that small cry, Cassiopeia drops onto your cock impaling herself firmly around you.

"By all the gods I wanted you to claim me!" She exclaims as she sinks further onto your pole. "I knew you'd be good because Adriana is clearly besotted with you." Her eyes were wild with excitement. "You beguiled a virtuous virgin like 'Driana and were man enough to make Pel beg for your cock." Rising and falling faster and faster on your straining cock her sweet body glistening with the effort and the combination of pain, pride and joy, her face looks remarkably similar to the mural. Both her hands now rest on your chest squeezing your pectorals with a fierceness as she rides your body. Were it not for the repeated orgasms you had experienced these past few days you would have no chance at containing your desire, as it is, you know that soon your seed will be injected deep into Cassiopeia's womb. However the beautiful captive is close herself, and if possible you you want her to feel completely satisfied for this her first time.