With your dick

With one swift motion, you tear her trousers from her shapely legs, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs to the cool spring air.

"You dare?" she asks, incredulous. "Do you know who I am? the queen-"

"The queen," you say, cutting her off. "Will have her turn. For now, worry about yourself."

With that, you tear her undergarments from her, exposing her fine ass and rapidly moistening pussy.

She begins to protest again, but she is cut off when you jam her panties in her mouth, using a spare scrap of rope to tie the makeshift gag in place.

That done, you forcefully rip her tunic and bra from her, exposing her pert breasts to your gaze. you were correct in your guess, as they were sitting on the large end of medium.

Returning your attention to her lower lips, you suddenly notice that she is quickly heading towards full arousal, with her juices slowly beginning to trickle down her legs.

Laughing inwardly, you turn to her and speak.

"It's true, all women secretly crave subjugation. you desire to be made into slaves, desire to be fucked by someone clearly superior to them. Well, never let it be said that I refuse to oblige a woman in need."

With that, you remove your trousers, fishing out your massive cock. compared to your size, it is only slightly above average, but compared to the average person, it is huge.

at the site of your resplendent erection, Kyra's eyes widened and the slow trickle of her juices began to slowly become a torrent.

You move to her, lift her tiny, shivering body, and turn her so that she is facing away from you. you place her back on the ground, and begin to tease her with the head of your cock.

Your teasing lasts for quite some time. you are not sure how long you have been at it, but it has been well over five hours. despite this, your near superhuman strength and endurance has kept you from tiring. Kyra, not possessing your endurance, has been alternating between muffled moans of pleasure when you bring her close to orgasm, and muffled screams of frustration when you pull away.

You, deciding that you have teased her enough, take her gag off, and telling her what her new station in life will be.

"I have beaten you," you say, your voice calm and authoritative. "Say it"

"You have beaten me" Kyra replies meekly, her will broken by the endless denial of her pleasure.

"I am better than you, say it"

"You are better than me"

"You are my ****, I am your master. Say it."

"I am your ****, you are my master" Kyra states with resignation and lust apparent in her voice.

"Good girl" you say plainly, before finally thrusting your full length into her.

The effect is instant. Kyra begins thrashing wildly while screaming at the top of her lungs, convulsing in the most intense orgasm she has ever experienced.

You fuck her for a full hour afterwards, during which she orgasms eight more times, each with a similar intensity.

By the time you reach your orgasm, she is barely conscious, so instead of having her drink your cum as you'd planned, you must settle for cuming on her face.

You finish the night by picking up her tiny, limp body, and carrying her back to your secluded forest home. there, you wash the cum and sweat from her, secure her bonds in case she gets any ideas in the morning, and go to sleep, happy in the knowledge that if you could defeat one, you could defeat them all.

Your conquest has begun.