Exhibiting dominion over a voluminous woman of presumed martial discipline so quickly astonish the seasoned combatant, hoarse groans emitting with an emphasis on a firmer tug of her hair by the root practically. Sheathing his behemoth endowed members by her damp throat, vigorous thrusts connected in rapid succession. Her promiscuous nature would be rewarded by expletive and extensive exploration of every available hole this conqueror may leave in ruination. A tighten hold was administered, yet the thrusts stopped momentarily.<br/><br/>" A woman of your background knows of orders. I have one which that failure annuls this transgression between us, yet succeeding means we progress. My own forces are nothing to trifle with, expecting them to demonstrate loyalty and resolve. Its simple, shove all of me down your gullet. Do this and I ensure you'll leave this manor forgetting the luxury of walking."<br/><br/>Cruelty knew no bounds, yet it for him it was curiosity on her sexual depravity. Nikosh yearned for more, but any woman who could not handle him in the simplest of ways would not survive his ordeal. How else could one describe some of the battle scars there.