“I will have you in every way that a man can,” Drostan growled as he set his slick cock against my tight hole.
“I'm not into that,” I whispered.
“Whatever I wish to do to you, I will.” He eased himself inside me.
I moaned at the strange feeling and discomfort, but Drostan seemed to enjoy my whimpering, so I bit my lip and held back my cries. He ground himself deeper; going slow enough to allow me to get accustomed to his girth before he finally lodged himself to the hilt. Drostan's hands shifted to my hips, and he began to slide in and out, faster and faster. His balls swung forward and hit my pussy; sending zings of pleasure through me to vividly counter the awkward feeling of him stretching my ass. Then he slid his hand down and began to rub my clit furiously.
“Don't ever try to deny me, Riley. You're mine, and you will take my cock up that thick ass if I tell you to,” Drostan snarled. “You will bend over and beg for it if I so command. And you will fucking love it!”
Drostan pounded into me until, finally, we both came in shouting delight. He pulled out gently and fell onto the bed beside me to pant with happy exhaustion. I just dropped forward onto my stomach; my whole body trembling in confusion and satisfaction. Drostan's hand went to my ass, and he kneaded the curve of it as he idly rubbed the hole he'd just taken.
“That, too, was very good, Riley.”
And then—just like a man—he fell asleep.
Chapter Five
I woke up in the middle of the night to Drostan fucking me, and I panicked. I forgot where I was and fought him; flailing and biting. Drostan became enraged and subdued me with magic. Then he yanked me off the mattress and dragged me down between the posters at the foot of the bed. They were carved wood—vines and leaves decorating them—and, as Drostan positioned me between the posts, they came alive. The wooden vines freed themselves from the posts and wrapped around my limbs.
“Drostan!” I cried out. “I'm sorry; I was sleeping. I didn't know what I was doing.”
“I believe that I was quite clear with you,” he purred in my ear. “You are here for my pleasure, and you will deny me nothing. If you try to hold back, I will punish you, Riley. This will be your first punishment; if you're wise, you'll make sure that it's your last.”
The wooden vines spread my exhausted limbs and lifted me off my feet. I hung stretched between the posts, but then two wide leaves came up behind me and supported each of my ass cheeks. It took some of the weight off my straining arms and eased me into a false sense of security. As I sighed with relief, a phallic-shaped end of a vine thrust itself into my pussy and started to slip in and out rapidly. Smaller vines wrapped around my breasts and squeezed; isolating my nipples so that they stuck out from my breasts and then flicking over them. I tried to angle back, away from the wood inside me, and that's when Drostan slid his cock up my ass. I shrieked and fought, but the wood was solid and held me firm.
“I was going to take your pussy this time, and leave your ass to heal from its first fucking,” he purred in my ear. “But then you fought me. So, I'm forced to ravage your tight, little asshole again.” He grabbed my thighs as he thrust himself upwards and groaned. “You're still full of my cum, you lucky girl; otherwise, I would have fucked you dry, and it would have been far more painful for you.”
Drostan thrust himself deeper and deeper; driving me forward onto the wooden phallus. I came violently, despite my horror and humiliation, and he emptied into me shortly after my screams subsided. I was full of his cum again and my pussy was dripping over the wooden vines. Drostan pulled out, bent down to wipe his cock off on the bottom of my foot, and crawled back into bed.
“Drostan please!”
“You'll stay like that until you've learned your lesson,” he declared, and then he went right back to sleep.
Chapter Six
The slam of a door woke me. I don't know how long I'd been hanging there, between the bedposts, but my body was aching. Drostan came into my line of view; wearing silver armor with blood splattered across it. He dropped an equally bloody sword on the floor with a callous clattering and stared at me; his chest heaving and his eyes wild.
“What happened?” I whispered.
“Just a minor skirmish,” Drostan growled. “An attack on a nearby village that I had to take care of.” He unbuckled his belt as he strode over to me. “I know I've left you longer than I should have, and I'm sorry, Riley, but you'll have to wait even longer for your release. First, I need mine.”
As Drostan stepped forward, the wood that was still wedged inside me slid out, freeing my pussy for him to shove his cock into with one fierce movement. The vines around my breasts slithered away as well. I cried out as Drostan slammed into me powerfully; the edges of his armor biting my skin as his gloved hands grabbed my breasts cruelly. The wooden branches slipped away entirely, and I fell forward onto the mattress limply. Drostan held me down with a hand to my back and rapidly thrust himself into me. My aching pussy revived with the feeling of his hard cock inside it. I moaned and mindlessly ground myself into the mattress to find some relief. My face was pressed into the blankets—Drostan's incredible scent filling my nose—and I whimpered as I realized that my body was truly his. Even this rough treatment aroused me; I steadily climbed to my climax, and as I screamed into the bedding, Drostan filled me again.
I laid there, exhausted, as he eased back. I heard Drostan removing his armor—pieces of it clanging to the floor—and then he was lifting me. I moaned and pushed against him weakly.
“No more,” I whispered. “Please; I can't even think straight.”
“It's okay, Riley,” he murmured. “I'm just taking you to bathe.”
I relaxed as Drostan headed into the bathroom. He set me down on my feet as he ran water into the massive tub. Then he placed me in the tub before he climbed in behind me. Drostan eased me between his legs—pulling me back against his chest—and began to wash me with a soft, soapy cloth. I sighed and closed my eyes; nearly falling asleep.
“I can be rough after a battle,” he said in an apologetic tone as he drew the cloth down my neck. “I hope that I didn't hurt you.”
“No; I'm not hurt,” I murmured. “I'm just sore from being in that position for so long.”
“I'll take care of that,” he purred into my ear as the sensation of several hands massaging my body began to roll over me.
I moaned and then sighed as the tension eased out of my tight muscles. Every inch of my body was rubbed with increasing intensity; slowly turning me into jelly. I had never felt so wonderful in all of my life.
