Enjoyment over how easily he handled her and how rhythmically her hips danced when he pulled at the metal was not enough to forgive the king's last defiance of his daughter's purity. Her blushing body and her novice to helplessness padded his mood, but eventually burned away in the frustration. Her sound of complaint when he pinched her thawed him. So, even rebel girls have sensitive tits. Pleasure, finally, when his knuckles lifted her insides as far as the curled punch would go, and great malice when she fell down, disheveled, inelegant, lovely.<br/><br/>But it was the fading fight in her beautiful, pedigree eyes that made the pants at level of her head lift. That was the entire point of this campaign. Still, she hoped he was bluffing. Aerill left his forearm on the wall and his other hand stroking her chin. Little object, little plaything. He shook his head slightly, drinking in her descent. "But I didn't say I'd kill him, Ilona." he reminded. "I only said I'd take his arms." a quick roll of his wrist molded his palm to her forehead, and pushed her head back to stay against the stone wall behind her.<br/><br/>"But if you insist, I can always have them push the process forward." It was perhaps worse when he was being agreeable. His hand was in her hair now, to keep her where she was. Hip easily pushed against her face, so she'd know the hill against her cheek, as though she didn't realize the hot bulge with a heartbeat was for her. She'd had responsibilities and duties all her life, would she appreciate a reprieve from them now, when all she needed to do was obey? "I can take you there, if you want, where he's chained and bawling." such tender beside manners from the war-king.<br/><br/>It didn't matter much to Aerill. While the sobbing boy Ebrin was a good pathway to her heart, it wasn't like she was unfettered without him. Ilona still loved her people. She could love strangers if they were decent people. Aerill could as easily put an ax to the boy's extremities as he could put torches to villages. Her good heart was her weight. Perhaps she'd even see the reason in listening if he continued to make good on every threat and every crimson whim.<br/><br/>"I don't mind if your rebellion makes you more like me." he explained, like it was a hope of his while his barely contained cock learned the outlines of her cheekbone. "If you want to live for vengeance and not bat an eye at the things I do to your family and people simply because it'd give me satisfaction, then that is also a badge for me. I can fuck your cousins and the wives and daughters of your allies instead, while you turn yourself into a villain." he laughed, excited, lazy with wine. "Or you can use your hands and mouth instead of your locked-away cunt."