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Alatara felt ashamed by how hot it made her, the look in his eyes, gazing down at her naked body. The sway of garments along the bosom was so turning him on too.

Her dark blonde hair was swayed by her movements. As he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Alatara\'s heart raced with anticipation as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating power of his touch.

Under the starry sky, Jaegar was about to take her, and she felt like a bitch in heat, on fire from his terse words.

As she sprawled across her, his hard penis poked against her stomach and thighs now and then. Her lust warred with reason; she wanted him to use her, take her, and fuck her hard. She could feel herself weakening, bending to his will. All she wanted was to surrender.

It was written across her flushed chest, her heaving bosom, her soaking pussy and her flustered face, and her reddened face and Jaegar knew it.

"More-" she begged, panting hard.

Slowly, he spread her legs open; the movement took her breath away, and her heart pounded wildly. Fear battled with lust, panic fighting desire. She looked at his size and feared that it might break her. Before her, stood the undefeated gladiator, her conqueror. She was his woman at the moment, nothing more, someone there to be used for his own carnal pleasure.

He had won the games and dominated the competition, and suddenly she realized she was giving him the opportunity to conquer a new one.

Although it wasn\'t for Jaegar, He was having his time with her as he caressed her body.

Her nipples hardened at the thought of him staring at her as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

Then Jaegar knelt between her legs. Her chest heaved from ragged breaths as she stared down at him and his erect pole.

\'I have never seen a cock quite like one.\' she thought inwardly, biting her lip.

\'It\'s terrifying and tantalizing but also beautiful. Thick, long, and veiny, it suggested something primal and animalistic about its use. Would it even fit?\'

Her thoughts were running havoc with his rigid shaft.

Jaegar then slowly guided his member towards her slit and rubbed his tip on the slender lips. Her womanhood was covered with blonde hair and a bush on top. And the slowness with which he proceeded was surprising; it was tender and teasing. He held her hips firmly, stalling her yearning struggles for his hard shaft, and her body screamed in need as she pleaded for more.

"Look at me, woman," he sternly commanded.

Alatara was lost in a daze with the unimaginable heat between her thighs, she was looking downwards when he said it again.

"Look. At. Me. Woman." This time, his voice was base and loud, making her startled with pleasure. She was wet with arousal.

She turned her head to look into the eyes of Jaegar, and as she did, he brought his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

She froze, consumed by the shock. For a moment, she couldn\'t speak as Jaegar continued to kiss her. She could hardly breathe, her mind racing with desire.

\'How dare he speak to me like that?\' she thought internally as she couldn\'t speak. Even if she had her voice, she wouldn\'t have been able to speak, and deep down, she knew that there was a magnetic tone to his voice that made her unable to obey him.

She looked him in the eye as he moved back, his gaze was electric, and she let out a gasp as he slowly began to thrust in and out. She could feel him filling her, stretching her with each slow thrust, and she arched her back, shifting her own hips to meet him. Her low moans filled the chamber as he pulled in and out of her.

\'Is he going slowly because of me?\' There was a doubt in her mind. Slowly, ever so gently, he penetrated deeper and deeper, holding her close with his muscular arms while his head bent on her breasts. She gasped with blissful shock when he sucked hard on one nipple, dragging his teeth along the hardened peak, sending ripples of pleasure through his body.

"Gods-" her mouth dropped open, and she choked back a cry of need. Pleasure surged through her, melting into waves of heat and ecstasy. She let out a moan, throwing her head back to expose her throat. He circled her swollen nipple with his tongue and then nipped at it in time with a sudden, slamming thrust.

One arm around her waist to hold her securely in place, keeping her close and pressed against his body, while the other fisted in her hair and tugged roughly, drawing her head even further back. His lips traced a fiery trail upwards to kiss her neck, and then he let out a low, guttural moan as he buried his face in her hair. He bit her ear, making her pain delightful.

Alatara shivered as a shudder of rapture shot through her. Sweat beaded her brow, and her back arched. She squeezed her eyes shut as he thrust hard, stretching her wide. Finally, his hard hand grazed down her side to tease her inner thighs before slipping between their bodies to stroke at her clit.

Soon, she writhed beneath him, fingers digging into the bed sheets, thighs trembling, body rising and falling—all thought of herself gone in need. Her toes curled, and she cried out softly, rocking her hips against him as he plunged into her again and again.

"Look at me, woman." He growled again, his voice a command, and her body could do nothing but obey.

So did she, lifting her eyes to his. The set of his broad shoulders was rigid, muscles bunching and bulging, eyes fierce and determined, and his strong arms encircled her possessively. In that moment, he wasn\'t a man at all, but some primordial force of nature dominating and destroying her, breaking down her inhibitions in a sexual frenzy.

She lifted her chin higher, her breathless whimpers only encouraging him to go harder, and he responded hungrily. He was using her for his desire and to quench his thirst.

"Look at me, Wench," he demanded. She was no longer concerned about the way he called her. Even she liked the way he called her, hearing his voice, and how filthy it made her feel. It was all new to her. She dutifully met his gaze, her earlier reluctance was nearly gone now. \'I am wench, your wench, my body made for your pleasure.\'

He twisted his body, pressing his face against her breasts and slamming into her, breathing harshly through clenched teeth. Faster and faster, he fucked her, plunging deeply, barely restraining himself from taking her whole or allowing himself to breathe for a moment. She was his woman for the night, for the moment, there to be filled by his passion, and the thought only enflamed her.

She was quivering with anticipation as he flipped her over and gripped her waist. The new angle was deeper, and she moaned, unable to believe her body could take his massive cock yet eager to try. He pulled her hips back with each thrust, plunging deeper and deeper inside her.

"Come-" she gasped.

"For-" she moaned.

"Me-" she came.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she writhed helplessly under him. Over and over, a waterfall of sensation was punctuated with loud cries of ecstasy as his fingers continued to rub at her sensitive clit.

"Argg!" he growled.

Her spine tensed as he held her tightly, using her to release his own passions in mindless dominance. She gasped and trembled beneath him as he held her firmly and finally, in wet, hot pumps, unleashed his seed to spill into her, she lost track of where they were or who they were. All that mattered was his firm grasp and the urgent demand of his cock inside her.

He groaned, and the sound was a primal roar of pleasure.

"Good wench," he murmured, caressing her body as he slowly lowered himself into the bed beside her, spent. She felt giddy at his reaction. Her body had done that to him. She had given him that pleasure and driven him mindless—not as a lady, but as a wench used for his pleasure.

She lay sated on the bed, her limbs weak, and for a long time, neither of us spoke nor moved. Finally, he rolled over and, with surprising tenderness, unbound her hands from his.

She became speechless, her mind still reeling from the strength of her own orgasms, but she eventually managed to form words.

Giving in to a newly unlocked shameful pleasure.

"Can you go again?"

Jaegar chuckled, cradling her breasts in his hands as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "Why wait, then?" And with that, she felt a stirring at her back as another erection began to grow. She wriggled her hips, grinding her ass into his groin, encouraging him.