Barbarian Conquest Part Three

He props himself up on his left elbow, studies her. She truly is beautiful. She glances at him then looks straight up. She does not seem afraid or angry anymore. She will require much breaking yet. Breaking her down to almost nothing, taking away her old feelings of worth and pride. Then if she allows he will build her back up again. Back to the dignity and presence suitable for a Queen.

His right hand feels its way down her bare flat stomach. Stops at her matted and sticky muff. He leans down and kisses her cheek gently.

‘I know you are still in some pain but you will recover soon’. ‘Like it or not I am your man now’.

She says nothing, just stares at the wood ceiling.

He begins to rub her, softly stroking her pussy. She tenses a little realizing he will take her again soon. His cock, rock hard again pressing against her bare thigh. He loves the way she feels against it. He moves his hips slowly rubbing her with it.

Turning her face toward him she resists.

Wrapping his powerful left arm and hand around her shoulders he uses his right hand to force her face toward him. ‘You will be kissed and you will return my kiss or I will hurt you again’. ‘If you want pain and force you shall have it’.

Her eyes flare fire and she spits in his face.

Without even wiping her spittle away he grabs her hair, pulls her head back and around brutally and using his right hand to pin her kisses her hard, making her lips hurt against her teeth.

She kicks and fights but she is a child in size compared to him and he pins her easily. He kisses her over and over until she submits but crying softly, knowing to fight him is useless.

Now he enjoys her. She is tangled and a bit bruised but she is of what men’s dreams are made. Soon she accepts his kisses though she does not return them.

Forcing her mouth open, rubbing her teeth with his tongue he stops and tells her to kiss him back. She shakes her head no so he grabs her hair in his left fist, her full right breast in his right and hurts her badly by pulling hard on her hair and pinching the soft white skin under her breast and arm. She withers in pain for a moment before begging him to stop. When she says she will return his kiss he tests her. Not the response of a passionate lover but it will do for now he decides.

Long passionate kisses, loving her breasts, rubbing her pussy. He makes her kiss him over and over. Then he shifts up and presents her his hard cock to be sucked and licked again.

Straddling her, he insists her beautiful mouth take him, lick him. He is sure she would gladly satisfy him this way but that is not his intention.

Looking down at her he guides her. Taking his cock out of her mouth, rubbing it on her nose and cheeks, telling her to kiss it, love it as if she adores it. It is the only reason she still lives, the only reason she will not be tossed out the door naked to be used and used by the barbarian horde readying itself for the next battle, the next conquest.

Now back in her mouth. Feeling his cum boil. Wanting to fuck her again now.

Slowly taking it from her lips, smiling as he eases down between her legs. No resistance now, total submission to him. She even opens and raises her long smooth legs to accept him between them.

It touches him that she is now his. He is gentle as he positions his cock at her swollen lips and pushes into her slowly letting her stretch and accept him with less pain.

He can see it hurts then like a gush her fluids wet them and he buries his dick balls deep in her. He can see the relief sweep into her face as the wetness takes all the pain away.

He starts to stroke in and out of her slowly. She is so good, so beautiful under him he thinks he will love her even if she does not love him in return. She turns her face away but when he kisses her cheek she moves her face back to allow his lips to find hers for a long tender yet passionate kiss. Her body is responding perhaps against her will and he feels her pussy love his dick just a little. Just a tiny upward movement to meet his thrust.

Her beauty is too much, the thought that she is enjoying him too wonderful. He spurts his seed into her while trying to stay gentle and fuck her deep but slow while he fills her completely with cum.

Spent he rolls off to her right side holding himself inside her. She looks away from his eyes perhaps in shame for enjoying him. ‘You are of what men’s dreams are made my Lady’. ‘I own you, possess you but I will honor you with my heart and my name’.

She looks at him. Her eyes hard again and says nothing. There really is nothing she can say. His words are true. She is his to do with as he pleases. She has not yet faced the reality that his man, this brutal barbarian will be her husband and the father of her children. That he will make her a queen is not displeasing but she also hopes someone puts an arrow through him or hacks his head off in the next battle.

Rising from the bed, keeping an eye on her he bellows out the chamber door. Men hurry to him and he tells them to find the Lady’s servants and her clothing.