<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:   Jorlan's Quarters<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Rough sexiness<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  GM<br/><hr/><br/>Brihe was not broken, a fact that Jorlan knew and was coming to understand as a fact that he could do little to change.  Imprisonment hadn't effected her resolve.  Nearly being killed hadn't effected her resolve.  No beating on this world could effect this resolve and any intentions he had of keeping her as a pet were dangerous as she would seize on the first chance she had to escape, even if it meant risking her life to do so.  Brihe had been raised on a simple concept.  It is better to die free than live on one's knees.  Her tribe had taught her this before allowing her to go out into the world as she chose despite their desire for her to remain.  It had been them honoring their own code and one Brihe had lived with her entire life.  So if she thought she had a chance to either regain her freedom, then she would take it and risk death in her attempt.  That being said, if opportunity was presented to escape that didn't involve her dying, then she would take it.  It was why she was willing to hear Jorlan out, even if meant accepting his advances first.<br/><br/>As he approached and grabbed the front of her shirt, she knew what was coming and didn't even flinch as his dagger tore into her shirt and cut it open to expose her breasts.  She just stared up at him, her breathing not even changing even as the point would brush along her skin, leaving a small red mark but not breaking the skin.  And when his hands ripped the rest of the shirt, she allowed the remains to fall away so he could see her naked upper body.  She prided herself on being a beautiful woman, her breast full and perky, though not overly large they fit her frame perfectly.  Her abdomen and arms showed hints of firm muscle, evidence of a hard life and the great strength that had served her well in her battle against the quaggoth.  But she was undeniably feminine despite her strength and she could see the lust in Jorlan's eyes despite the hints of disgust he also felt at his own desires.<br/><br/>When he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a violent kiss, she had no problem returning it and even bit his lips slightly when he would eventually pull back enough to make demands of her.  And deep in her gut, she felt a flare of defiance that made her want to pull away, not because she didn't want to do this, but because she wanted to do it like she did everything else.  On her terms.  But she knew that she didn't have that option.  So even as the bastard started to grope and squeeze her breasts roughly, her hands moved to unbuckle his belt, fingers straying dangerously close to the same dagger that had ripped her top off.  For a brief moment, she almost grabbed it, knowing that at this close, he couldn't stop her from killing him.  But that moment passed as the hand moved and her hand reached into his pants and pulled his cock out.  Without looking, she could tell it was fairly large and already was growing hard in her grip.<br/><br/>A grip that he would find was just a little bit tighter than he would like.  It was a subtle reminder that while she might have been doing what it was he wanted her to do, it only happened because she allowed it to.  Even in this moment, she would not allow him to forget that she was not a weak, subservient creature that he could dominate and control at his whims.  A sharp hiss escaped her as she felt him bite her neck with enough force that she knew she would bare the mark for several days afterward.  But it was a price she would gladly pay as she started to stroke his cock in her hand, her grip still firm but not enough to cause pain to him.  As for her, she couldn't help but allow slight gasps to escape her whenever he bit extra hard or squeezed her breasts violently.  But she didn't whine, she didn't complain, she just took it and waited for him to make his next move.