hoping to quickly burrow into his arms, but in shock froze on the threshold of the bathhouse, unable to grasp the picture that had presented her.

Radovan lay on the edge, his legs dangling in a pool still emanating from the ferry, and a beautiful, dark-skinned girl galloped furiously on it. Her full breasts jumped and swayed from every movement, striking a strong male breast, her eyes were closed and her face distorted by pleasure. Male hands firmly held her buttocks, forcing her to bend even more, revealing, violently pushing to meet rearing member. The other girl, without getting out of the water, settled between the lord's legs, a long, narrow tongue alternately tickling the petrified balls of the man, then the sister's back hole stretched by his hands, adding pleasure to both. She also wanted to feel a firm member of the lord inside, but she patiently waited her turn, reveling in her role. The sovereign is young, he is not enough for one time, she still has time to get enough of them, and if she is lucky and they manage to charm him, she will never again have to lick the depressed farm of the governor. To be the emperor's favorite concubine, to live in the capital, to enjoy luxury - from these dreams, the girl's bosom poured with blood and trembling, bringing a dizzying orgasm closer.

- Noooooo! - a shrill, full of melancholy cry roughly interrupted the three on the final straight. Radovan, with a reaction brought up by years of training, turning around and instantly assessing the situation, pushed off the heavy, hard-thinking girl from the lust.

Instantly leaping up, not paying attention to the bewildered, frustrated cries of the sisters, he rushed to the established half-and-half, Alessia who was choking. Her mouth was still open in a silent scream, and streams of large tears poured from her eyes.

- My dear, my happiness, - he grabbed her in his arms, trying to calm her down, - that you, it means nothing, - the girl violently escaped, pushing him away.

“No, don't, don't come near me ... please,” she pleaded, holding him at arm's length. Then she twisted convulsive spasm, and vomited. She was turned inside out, and he stood in horror, not knowing what to do. He tried to hug her, hold her hair, but she felt his cock still standing with a stake, jerked sharply and sobbed even worse.

Not allowing her to push herself away again, Radovan picks her up in her arms and with her falls on a massage couch, giving her time to cry. The frightened girls disappeared long ago, they are alone in a huge bathhouse, still full of aromas of incense, spoiled by the sour-sweet smell of vomiting. Pouring a glass of rose water, silently stretches it to her.

“Ma Khaz ... honey, do not kill yourself so ... I am a man,” he tries to explain, embarrassed, for the first time in his life, unable to find appropriate words.

- I know! - the girl cries out in indignation, - I know that you are a man! But why didn't you take me? You chose them ... Why do I need you then? Who am I to you?

Words fly out one by one. She never dared to talk to him like that, demand. But now she is not afraid. The pain, the feeling of her own insignificance is so great that she is not afraid of his anger.

“You are not ready yet,” he tries to explain, “you deserve more ... You are my fairy, my treasure, I cannot treat you like an ordinary whore ...”

- I am nobody! You made me believe that I was special ... that I meant something to you ... - the girl chokes in sobs.

He shakes her like a baby, clasping the back of her waist, not knowing what to say, how to explain, but knowing that she cannot lose her.

- It would be better if you behaved with me as with an ordinary slave! I would know what to expect. My life would be simple and clear! But instead, you treat me like a princess, dress up like a doll, smile, caress ...But you do not let me go anywhere beyond my gilded cage ... I do not understand ... I do not know how to live ... You are worse than those soldiers who took me by force! Then I even knew why they do it ...

- Do not say so, I beg you, this is not true! I need you. I am ready to protect you from everyone, if only you were happy!

- From everyone ... except myself, - calming down a bit, the girl whispers sadly. He turns around to face him and, with a challenge, looking into his full anxious eyes, concludes: - you, only you yourself, can hurt me. You did want this, my Lord Rado, to personally enjoy my suffering? You warned me about this when you said that you might like to hurt me?

In the words of Alessia, despair, but also something new - she tries to stab him, touch him for life, make him at least a little painful so as not to suffer alone.

- What nonsense are you talking about, girl! I am not a sadist like your first boss! I do not torture women! I have no need for it! They themselves come and ask me to fuck them! Only you roll your eyes and tremble in my presence!

- And you wanted me, like those odalisks, lick you? Begging for your caresses? My first owner - Askolt was so kind to teach me! I can! If this is what you need!

- Alessia, honey, stop it! All wrong! Do you understand? They are nobody, just bodies, and you are the joy of my soul, my beautiful fairy ...

- You're worse than they are! - looking angrily in Radovan’s black eyes, Alessia hisses, bursting out and sliding down from his knees. - They only needed my body, and you want to take everything! But I'll never give it to you! Not a single master can take away even the most insignificant slave of his soul! You are a monster, a tyrant, a murderer! But you won't get me!

Radovan is terrified by the flash of her rage. He never would have thought that his quiet, affectionate, understanding nymph was capable of such anger. And that he - the subject of this anger. He is accustomed to seeing only love, devotion and joy in her eyes. He was familiar with her tears, with longing for her dead and lost loved ones - he knew how to deal with it. But he felt completely helpless before this mad hatred.

But to his inconsequential confusion, Radovan suddenly finds himself thinking that the lightning in her eyes, the dry tears on her cheeks, the seductive pose on her knees, with the edge of his shirt crumpled in fists, make her only more desirable. She is beautiful in this righteous anger, and more than ever he wants to press her mouth to her burning lips to feel this heat, to melt this anger, to burn with her to the ground. He was a fallen cock, dramatically poured with blood, demanding his share of joy in the storm of emotions that broke out here, his eyes light up predatoryly, his body stiffens, making up for a lightning jump.

Alessia, feeling rather than realizing the change that had taken place in him, swirls up from the couch, making a flight to run like a timid, frightened animal, immediately losing both this soul-tearing rage and her bravado. But she doesn’t manage to run far, Radovan overtakes her in an instant, and with a tugging tugging on her arm, she presses to herself, holding her large muscular body in a vice.

“Shhhhh,” he whispers, burrowing into her silky curls, “you really wanted to, Ma Khaz.”

His hands roam her quivering flesh, chaos in her head. He has just experienced shame, fear, helplessness - feelings so long forgotten that now seem unreal. The anger and lust that followed them are more recognizable, and therefore easier to control. It may not have gone the way he planned, but now she is in his hands, he wants him - that’s all that matters. Here he is on his territory and knows what to do.

The girl silently struggles with him, breaks out, with all his strength turns his head away from his searching lips. But she is too weak and inexperienced, but he is strong and knows the value of his male attractiveness. His kisses go to the place where she does not wait for them - they burn their neck thrown back, they turn pink cheeks, they dig into sensitive places behind the ear. Her breathing quickens, blood roars in her ears. The emotional distress just experienced requires physical relaxation.She does not notice how she begins to relax, how she begins to follow his lips, demanding new caress. She wants so much to forget about everything as a terrible dream. Consciousness is readily disconnected, obeying the desires of the flesh - here only he, his hands on her back, his lips on her lips, his words in her heart - he needs her, and everything else is not important ...

***

She does not notice when he, having loosened a hug, picks it up and carries her into the bedroom - he only tightens his arms around his neck, reveling in his imperious tongue in his mouth. He does not notice that putting her on the sheets, he pulls off her thin shirt — she only presses closer to him, feeling the heat of his skin with every cell of his body. He does not notice his admiring, possessive gaze, when he, lifting himself up on his elbows, for a moment pulls away to sit between her thighs - only in languishing he covers his eyes, impatiently waiting for his penetration. She surrenders to him with an insatiable, young passion, he takes her with delight and fury, enjoying every light moan, every passing movement of her body, living as if its life. She does not remember herself, does not remember who he is - there is only a man and a woman, spat in hot embraces.

For just a single moment, Alessia emerges from a state of voluptuous oblivion — when, moving quickly inside her, suddenly jerks abruptly and bending under her, he groans hoarsely, spewing hot seed into her. At that moment, she hears someone's shrill cry, and with bewilderment, an instant before she rushes from the summit and rises after him, she realizes that he is tearing from her throat.