Her screams filled the chamber. They bounced off the walls. They were muffled by the silk and the candles and the thick stone. No one came. No one heard. Or no one cared.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
His balls slapped against her ass. His cock plunged in and out— seven inches, stretching her, tearing her, the blood and the wetness mixing, the sheets staining red. Her legs were kicking. Her hands were pushing against his chest. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were wet. Her body was being used.
"Hahh—! Ah—! Ah—! No—! Please—! Your Majesty—! Please be gentle—! I am— I am a virgin—! Please—!"
He came inside her. The seed was hot. Thick. It filled her. It overflowed. It ran down her thighs. It mixed with the blood. He pulled out. He stood. He tucked his cock back into his trousers. He looked at her— lying on the bed, her nightgown bunched at her waist, her legs spread, her pussy bleeding and leaking seed, her face wet with tears, her body trembling.
He walked out.
He did not look back.
