He met her gaze, genuinely taken aback by her smile. His eyes were, as ever, confident, unrelenting - he'd practised all his life masking emotions in the one place people really looked. If one wanted to really gauge him, they were better off paying attention to the other parts of his face. The slight furrowing of his brow, the clenching of his jaw. His mouth hung open slightly, giving him a barbaric appearance. He grunted at her as his member slid in and out of her, hilt to tip, at its greatest yet level of intensity. Despite his sheer dominion of the situation, despite his total and complete conquering of not just her but everything she had been and everything around her, he couldn't help but feel that she had somehow come out of this with the upper hand. Not by virtue of something evident to him as of yet - something within that head of hers. Of course, his brief moment of dignity could equally be chalked up to the fact that he had begun to ejaculate - and as he was lost to the throes of his own orgasm, any doubts were banished.<br/><br/>It began with a spasm of his cock, a shudder. It was given voice by the long, low groan that escaped his throat. And it was made manifest as the first rope of translucent-white piping-hot goop fountained from the tip of his shaft and splattered throughout her womanly depths. His manhood bucked and pulsated wildly within her, pouring out rope after spray after jet of thick cum for her cunt to suck up hungrily until it could no longer. When her depths reached capacity, it spilled out between her southern lips and his fat shaft, drooling out of her, down his balls, and dripping onto the sheets below. The whole time, he fucked it into her, never stopping. His cock churned the semen inside her like a thick, fleshy mixing stick her even as it further added to the mess. After what seemed to Aldred like a somehow both ephemeral and eternal period of utter bliss and pure satisfaction, the ropes became sputters, and the sputter became drooling. And is his ejaculation gave way, so too, eventually, did his consistent, rapid thrusts. The thrusts slowed, then halted, until Aldred mirrored how had been to begin with. Still, buried deeply within her. There was one thing, he realised, far sweeter than the feeling of his cock immersed in a woman after initial penetration - it was the feeling of his cock immersed in a woman after filling her up like a wineskin, enjoying the warmth of both her body and his own semen as his cock swam in it.<br/><br/>Then, he pulled out. With the stopper gone, a copious amount of the salty-smelling fluid oozed out of her, adding to the spattering beneath. And there it was - his victory, complete. The castle was his, the defenders defeated and the lord dead. The lord's wife? Thoroughly raped. Forced to betray herself to pleasure he had rightfully imposed on her, and currently leaking a stranger's cum onto her own bed. His hunger? Satiated to perfection. Elated, he wrung out the length of his cock on her right arse-cheek, watching with satisfaction as a final line of cum spilled out of him and onto her. Then, he leaned in, planted a kiss on the left one, and administered a final, light-hearted spank before lowering himself on the bed, rolling over next to her, and lying with his legs splayed and his head on the pillow. His cock jutted into the air, but was deflating fast. The room suddenly stunk to the hells and back of his potent cum.<br/><br/>Then, one final though occurred to him. A hand reached up, nestled in her hair, and pulled her towards him. Using her long, beautiful braids as leverage, he manoeuvred her head to where he wished it - right between his legs, with her cheek pressed against the underside of his cock and her chin buried in his sweaty sack. Any movement of her head slathered the thick coating of cum that still lingered over his cock across her face - the smell of cum would be so potent where her head was that the salty overtone took on a slightly vanilla-like hue of scent. There was something poetically satisfying about a woman being forced to use the instrument of her rape as a pillow, though Aldred couldn't quite put a finger on it - though he did enjoy the sensation of her hair against his muscular thigh. He simply closed her eyes, and with a firm hand, kept her head exactly where he wanted it until he drifted off, content. "Sleep well, Danielle."