Gore was back with Kira in his suite. He had just passed her another glass of dosed wine, which the busty nymph guzzled down with one long chug. She had clearly acquired a taste for for it. Some wine dribbled down her chin and dripped down on her bare breast. She giggled and wiped it up with her fingers, lifting them to her rounded lips, sucking them dry.
"Now dance for me, girl," Gore mused as he sat down on the bed in front of her.
"Ahh, Roxy! What luck I have to get such a glimmering perfect whore to walk through my door!" he grinned. "An exquisite beautiful slut like you would be fitting for the cock of regent Dacca himself!"
His degrading compliment caught her off guard a little and she blushed. The innocent noblewoman had never been called a slut, or let alone a whore before! But to her surprise, the words from this ruffian just urged her on. The unknowing remark about his husband's cock didn't throw her off either.
Kira smiled and continued to preen herself for him, leaning in close, placing her hands upon the bandit's massive chest. She gasped as she felt the throbbing muscles under his scarred and tattooed skin. Maybe she was trying to control the situation and buy herself some time. Maybe she just wanted more of his brutal kind of affection. And to see what the enormous bulge in his pants was all about. She didn't know any more.
Suddenly there was another knock on the door. "Now who the fuck is that!?" Gore barked. "Very well, come in then!" he continued without getting up.
Janna entered. Still naked. Without greeting she walked up to Gore, leaned over and started whispering in his ear.
Kira couldn't hear a word. As he was listening, Gore had simultaneously turned his attention to her tits. His rugged fists grabbed a massive melon each, digging his fingers in, roughing them up and feeling the firmness, pinching her sizeable nipples between his fingers. Kira gasped and squirmed. Never before had she felt a man's touch like this, so different from her husband's.
As he listened on, suddenly his grip turn painfully tight and Kira let out a surprised shriek. Gore promptly grabbed her blonde head and forced her down kneeling in front of him. He held her in place with one hand and unbuttoned his leather pants with the other, letting his gigantic slab of meat spill out, just an inch before Kira's face.
He then looked down into Kira's veiled eyes with a triumphant sneer.
"You want that, don't you, slut?" Gore grinned.
"... Uhm, yes ... sir," was all Kira could utter, taken by his sudden dominance.
"Then, suck my cock ... KIRA!"
Her eyes widened with panic. |