The flesh she'd had in her mouth recognized when she took notice, and moved slightly, as though to turn it's head, which she had learned to be bugling and salty. Rysalt didn't change his expression to match its enthusiasm. He was used to the tastes of his foremost weapon. It would be hard to think there wasn't a reason directly connected to his lust, though, for keeping her prisoner here, so available and undressed. If he meant to do something, he could.<br/><br/>She didn't like his story about the raped commander much. His smile was more prominent then. "His name was Krillit. I suppose it still is. He's joined my ranks. Pliable fellow, like his holes." It was a good story, that he would tell in detail if anyone asked. He'd not bore her with it now unless she roused the whim to. Rysalt was a connoisseur of psychological battering, but he wanted to be selective about the subject. Someone else's suffering wasn't surgical enough for his taste, he'd rather find something specific for her.<br/><br/>"But are you a knight, still?" he said then. This direction was much more interesting to him. She held the title like a shield. His casual doubt was deeper set than someone who might have protested louder. He left room for her objection, and doubt that she'd be able to. "I took your knighthood in front of your people." His body swayed slightly where he sat, savoring that memory. The pretty man looked like a teasing courtesan, not some scourge in the kingdom itself. "And if I didn't, if I simply beat you, I own you now, don't I?" His tongue slid out to taste that victory again, against the vault of his mouth. "So I might as well rebrand you a brigand." He considered it, eyes turned to the side, and then nodded.<br/><br/>"You spent your honor when you couldn't die bravely or protect anyone. And to the others you spent it with your mouth on my cock." Rysalt waited for her to sit, and thought her struggle was good entertainment. All her miseries were his gifts. Mostly to himself. In the end, she was taller, and he was impressed. She was interested, whether she'd admit it, in his proposal, or just the thought of negotiating for better terms. She laid out her uses proudly. It was endearing to see the nude woman profess her skills.<br/><br/>He made a few agreeing sounds while she hesitated on the sweet treat, and then sighed with excitement when she reached for it. It was understood between them that it would mark some kind of contract. Before her fingers could pinch the wedge his other hand gripped her wrist and pulled her toward him. Even if her reflexes detected his intent, he was fast, and her current state didn't give her much room for movement. Quickly he kept the distance by moving backward, until he'd put her on the floor, abused belly down. He face was low, and her cheek was caressed by his now well grown cock again.<br/><br/>"That's not how you submit to me." he explained and stuffed the wedge into her mouth, finally. His hand slapped down on the flow of her back to keep her in place. No doubt the impact had messed with the damage his fists had done inside her, and being pinned was making it worse. He licked his lips while his member started to drool as he moved to her backside around her. Slowly, the hand oppressing her slid from her spine to her ass, squeezing once before he let go.<br/><br/>She laid flat, facing away from him now, bound wings laid out. Rysalt gripped the base of the limb that had been a part of the show that made her the star of her men's fantasies. He expected her to offer him something. He was sure she could sense what sign of submission he wanted. She was part animal, after all.