Artemisia stood up, her body radiating an irresistible allure. "Then let me show you," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "And perhaps, just perhaps, you'll change your mind."
Slowly, she undressed herself, revealing her toned, pale body covered in bruises and scars from battle. Her breasts stood proudly, nipples erect and hardened, begging for attention. She approached him, her hips swaying seductively, her movements graceful despite the bloodlust simmering beneath the surface.
"Lie down, Themistocles," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Allow me to teach you true pleasure."
He hesitated for a moment, torn between duty and desire. Finally, he relented, falling onto the soft bedding laid out for them. Artemisia followed suit, straddling him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her hands reached down, unfastening his armor piece by piece, revealing his muscular torso.
"So hard for me already," she purred, her tongue tracing his jawline. "I'm going to ride you like a wild animal, taking everything you have to offer."
With a growl, she positioned herself over his erect cock, aligning their hips. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, feeling his thick shaft stretch her tight entrance. She moaned in delight as he filled her up, his hands grabbing her hips, holding her steady.
Artemisia began riding him with abandon, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion, slamming her tight pussy onto his dick. Her moans of pleasure turned into primal growls, her nails digging into his chest, leaving shallow scratches. The sound of their combined moans and grunts filled the cabin, echoing off the wooden walls.
"Yours to command, my lord," she panted between heavy breaths, her eyes locked on his. "Take what you want."
Themistocles groaned, his hands gripping her thighs tightly, his hips thrusting upwards, matching her rhythm. "You're driving me wild, Artemisia," he panted, his voice hoarse. "I can't resist you."
As they continued their brutal dance, their bodies intertwined, sweat covering them both, their passion escalated to new heights. Their combined thrusts became rougher, harder, and their moans turned into primal howls. The bed creaked under their combined weight, threatening to break apart.
Suddenly, Themistocles flipped them over, pinning Artemisia down on the bed, his weight crushing her into the mattress. He grabbed ahold of her wrists, holding them above her head, exposing her breasts to his hungry mouth. His teeth nipped and sucked on her nipples, leaving trails of blood as he devoured her.
"Stop this!" she growled between gasps, her body arching involuntarily against his assault. "Just join me and it'll all be yours."
He ignored her pleas, his cock slamming into her pussy, claiming her body as his own. His hips moved in a relentless rhythm, pounding into her depths mercilessly. His free hand reached down, cupping her ass, lifting and slapping it hard, leaving red marks on her pale skin.
"You taste so good, Artemisia, but, I won't be joining you," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
Their bodies slapped together, skin against skin, creating a primal symphony of lust and pain. Their moans turned into primal grunts, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Their eyes locked, filled with desire and anger, as they lost themselves in their shared passion.
Despite her protests and pleas, Themistocles didn't relent. His cock continued its brutal assault on her tight pussy, tearing apart her defenses and claiming her body as his own. His hands moved to her neck, choking her slightly, his grip tightening as he fucked her harder.
"If you won't join me, then get the fuck off me, you filthy bastard!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
But he didn't listen. "Never," he growled, his hips slamming into hers relentlessly.
Her body shook with each powerful thrust, her moans turning into strangled gasps. Blood trickled down her thighs, staining the sheets crimson. Despite her hatred and disgust, she couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through her veins.
"You bastard!" she cursed, her eyes filled with hatred and desire. "I'll have your head on a spike!"
Her words only seemed to fuel his lust further, and he picked up the pace, pounding into her harder than ever before. His cockhead hit her G-spot repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body.
Themistocles slapped her ass again, leaving another mark on her pale flesh. "Tell me you like it," he growled, his voice husky with desire.
"Bastard!" she yelled, her voice breaking. But beneath her words, she couldn't deny the growing pleasure building inside her.
Her body convulsed, her pussy contracting around his cock, milking him eagerly. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mingling together, forming a sticky bond between them. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard and erect, begging for more attention.
Her words held a note of desperation, a plea for release from the torrent of pleasure and pain. But Themistocles showed no sign of relenting, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Suddenly, Artemisia's strength returned, and she summoned up enough energy to push him off her. He landed on the ground with a grunt, leaving her panting and breathless. Standing up, she tried to compose herself, her chest heaving, her eyes blazing with hatred and shame. "Never touch me again, Themistocles!" she snapped, her voice hoarse from their encounter.
"You enjoyed every second of that, didn't you?" he panted, his chest heaving.
"Shut up!" she shouted, grabbing her clothes and hastily dressing herself. "This encounter means nothing to me! I'll see you on the battlefield, and then we'll see who emerges victorious!"
"Get him out of here!" she commanded the guards standing outside of her cabin. "Throw him overboard!"
The guards, hearing Artemisia's command, rushed inside the cabin, their spears and swords drawn. "Lord Themistocles, you are ordered to leave immediately," one of them said sternly, his eyes filled with hostility.
"I'll bloody well fight my way out of here if I have to!" Themistocles growled, lunging towards Artemisia. But before he could reach her, strong hands grabbed him from behind, pinning him against the wall.
"Don't test me, boy," another guard warned, his voice low and menacing. "One word, and we'll make sure you wish you'd never set foot on this ship."
With a final glare at Artemisia, Themistocles was dragged out of the cabin, his body aching from their brutal encounter. Artemisia slammed the door shut, locking it, and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. "Damn him," she muttered under her breath, her fists clenched tightly.