She wants it rough

"Oh yes!" Miss Marlton wiggled most pleasingly in his arms as he carried her to the bed. "Ravish me, use me for your pleasure." She worked with him to get her riding dress off as quickly as possible, but even as she helped remove the last of her clothing Lady Marlton continued to urge him to take her roughly.

"**** me open with your thick hard member." She moaned as she covered her bare breasts modestly hiding them from his gaze, "Plunge it into me and make me scream as you claim me!" This was not what Randy expected, and he found himself a little uncomfortable with the way she was talking.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Randy **** himself to speak calmly as he watched Lady Marlton's eyes widen in surprise and then lower immediately as he tried to assure her of his intensions. "We can still stop this, if you w-."

"No," Miss Marlton stopped him before he could finish the sentence, she lowered her hands shyly from her breasts letting him see all of her. "Don't try to make this into anything but what it is." He stared in silence at her naked form, wanting to cup her apple-sized breasts and squeeze them to see if they really were as firm as he remembered, but still he hesitated. "Take me." Her eyes lifted to meet his, "you have to. Take me and do whatever you want." Randy could hardly believe what she was saying. "Show me how a man uses a woman. Work your vengeance on my untouched body, despoil me as I plead for mercy."

In spite of his reservations, he could not restrain himself. Randy's hands at last reached for her breasts squeezing them until she moaned, not in protest but in excitement. He could feel her nipples harden into rubies as he thumbed them only half listening to her words.

"Achilles took Briseis just like this." She whispered. "He led her in chains to his tent and ravished her -" Randy had no idea who Briseis was, but vaguely remembered that Achilles was a hero from antiquity; "- piercing her untouched sex with his fleshy sword he claimed her." Randy could well imagine what a conquering warrior might do with a terrified prize, and leaned forwards slowly for a reassuring kiss.

To his surprise Miss Marlton turned her lips aside not letting his lips find hers until he held her head firmly and covered her trembling lips with his. He was more than a little confused by Lady Marlton's mixed signals, but the feeling of her soft lips against his was intoxicating and he demanded more from his hesitant captive. As soon as his tongue pressed past her teeth, Lady Marlton's murmured protests turned to moans of pleasure and she allowed him to taste her again, as passionate as their very first kiss. He softened his grip in her hair intent on coaxing her into an even deeper response, but as soon as he eased his hold on her she pushed him away again twisting and turning in his arms.

"You'll have to **** me!" She snarled even as she pushed on Randy's shoulders with surprising strength for a spoiled aristocrat. "An outlaw like Black Brand can show no mercy to his captive; especially not if the prize is the only daughter of his hated foe!" Randy reacted to her struggles instinctively using his weight to pin her to the bed beneath him and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and one of her impossibly long legs wrapping around his. "Yes, you savage!" When her mouth opened to encourage him he once again **** his tongue between her teeth and probed the sweet recesses of her mouth until her tongue rose to meet his.

The wiggling of Miss Marlton's plump breasts against the bare skin of his torso and the jerking of her pelvis under his hips were as enticing as any whore's dance and Randy doubted he could stop now even if she asked him to. But Lady Marlton was not asking him to stop, instead whenever her mouth was free she teased him with vignettes of men forcing themselves on their helpless victims. The imagery shifted wildly as he thoroughly explored her squirming body, from warriors and monsters of mythology, to modern day Barbary pirates and then back again to knights on horseback carrying away damsels and deflowering them roughly in the highest towers of their castles.

Miss Marlton was surprisingly strong, but Randy's muscles had been forged by years in the fields and then tempered by the rigors of almost two years at sea pulling lines and climbing rigging. Soon enough he was positioned between her smooth thighs with his manhood probing the slick entrance of her sex.

"Yes!" Miss Charlotte urged him on even as she freed one of her hands and raked her nails across his shoulder and chest. "No matter how hard the spirited Briseis fights him, Achilles always breaches her gates and bloodies her thighs." With one hand once again securing both of Miss Charlotte's slender wrists Randy finally allowed himself the moment that he had been fighting to avoid since the first time he held this beauty in his arms. He slid in as carefully as he could, but with Miss Marlton bucking wildly under his hips he ended up tearing past her hymen more roughly than he intended. She cried out in pain, but when he tried to pause she snarled at him to continue.

"Fuck me!" Miss Charlotte gasped through gritted teeth. "Fuck me hard, until I beg for mercy." Her back arched as he sank into her even deeper and she cried out loudly into the empty cave, "Oh God in Heaven, break me with your manhood."