The Servant's Quarters, The Home Of Lycidas, The Kingdom Of Medina, 520 B.C...
Low whimpers amid harsh grunts filled the darkened servant's quarters as the naked brute known as Lycidias continued to have his way with his less-than-eager servant girl, white-hot tears streamed down her supple young cheeks as her Master continued to tower above her, his large muscular frame flexing in the wake of the tension and need running through him. She had barely a moment to catch her breath as she found herself jolted along the meager bedding powerless in the wake of his unyielding lust and terrified of the consequences of attempting to refuse the chosen Lord of the household.
Lycidias had once more been a slave to his lust and consumed with the idea of filling another young womb with his seed in a bid to have yet another strapping son roam about the prosperous kingdom of Medina and bring glory to his father's house and bloodline. A low groan escaped the sweat-slick brute's lips as he continued to tower above the whimpering young servant girl whose body had been pledged to him for his enjoyment.
Tamera had not expected being the lover of Lycidias to involve so much work and aggression as her little body bounced beneath him, her small pert breasts jiggling before his lust-drunken dark gaze as he continued to ravage her helpless form driven by instinct and animalistic lust to breed her newly deflowered womb with the promise of yet another son on the horizon.
Still a rather tight fit for his monster appendage, Lycidias had been more or less pleased with the sensation even as she was reduced to tears and terror despite her previous interest in becoming his lover beforehand. He had been strong and terrible, ruthless and brutal. Still, she had never expected him to be so animalistic when it came to his lusts and due to her youthful folly, she had never expected him to be so insatiable.
Tamera could feel her maser's thick elongated appendage from the view of her belly as she found herself with little to no choice but to ride out the considerable waves of his aggressive brand of lust and ignore how uncomfortable her inexperienced sex had been in the process if only to appease the second prince of Medina.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh in the wake of the brute's unyielding lust had echoed throughout the servant's quarters as Tamera did her very best to bite back a series of pained gasps while her young body jolted faster and harder along the bedding beneath them. Rough calloused hands gripped her soft thighs and parted them as Lycidias continued to pummel her aching sex the slickness of their previous union oozing with each thrust as he took her more and more driven by the prospect of impregnating another fertile young womb with his seed then he'd been driven to passionate exchange.
Tamera continued to whimper and moan as Lycidias' rough hands gripped her slender pale thighs and his spirited pumping commenced. She'd been unable to fathom his appeal when it came to the other women who shared his bed but she'd been largely inexperienced. Lycidias growled as he continued to pound the less-than-thrilled young servant girl's body into her bedding, her pert breasts bouncing to and fro as his pace increased.
She felt him throb and pulse inside her as her young body clenched and did its best to repel the unruly invader from her lower depths. Lycidias had been undeterred by her whimpering and continued to hold her legs above her head pinning her as he continued to drill deeper into her sodden sex eager to impregnate her as soon as possible.
He rather enjoyed the softness of her younger body, the sensation of warmth, and the impulse to let loose due to her being the only woman he'd been able to take to bed who had not been affected by pregnancy. Visions of Lady Mira from their time in the washtub had relayed back to him and all he had craved had been her but her recent exploits of having birthed another son to carry his name and his house had made their reunion delayed.
Lena had been his favorite of the servant girls, and she too had been carrying his unborn child at the behest of his wife he indulged as he would have with her due to her chosen replacement the servant girl Tamera had been simply a means to keep at bay his abrasive lust due to having been at battle for so long and Lady Mira had strategically assigned the vile young lass for this task due to her smug demeanor and vile treatment of Lena if only to protect the pregnant better mannered servant girl from the wandering eyes of Basillius her husband's elder envious brother.
The lust-driven Prince of Medina had felt the pulsing of his heavily laid testicles and the throbbing therein of the tightness he'd invaded, he knew he had reached his end and thrust all the deeper to ensure that his seed had not escaped the tight confines and had a better chance of coating the young servant girl's womb.
Tamera bit back a gasp as she felt his cock pulse and the burst of seed filling her, thick and warm as he filled her womb like before in the tub as he gripped her bare hips, and groaned above her. She did not know what to feel at that moment, as her release had been involuntarily ripped from her as she arched her thin frame beneath him. He'd been slick with sweat and hot with lust as his primal urge began to sate the pulsing of his thick cock seemingly never-ending as the servant girl lost consciousness in the wake of the overstimulation as she had the first time when the servants carried her off to bed.
Lycidias groaned as the pulsing of his cock continued and he held her young limp body in place determined to make her as pregnant as Lena and Lady Mira had been before he'd gone out on his campaign. Once he had caught his breath and his seed had ceased to fill the limp servant girl, the lustful brute slowly pulled out of her and laid her body onto the bed before climbing out of it and venturing toward his own private bedchambers, where he had known all too well that Mira and Lena were waiting for him.