Whatever had been Daphne's previous experience, deep inside Orion was surprised to see such an initiative. On her top, Orion did not show any hesitation - on the contrary, his hands gripped her wrists firmly on the rock, pressing them with his weight at the same time he tried not to inflict her any pain. His gaze looked for hers, which seemed to be lost in anticipation for what was to come. Her despair was more than evident as her heels tried to push his pelvis towards her pussy. Completely in control, Orion did not move an inch and kept his gaze, as if waiting for her sign of submission.<br/><br/>What a fool had been Daphne for keeping her eyes closed. She could have enjoyed the view of his large pecs, but above all, his impressive washboard abs, totally visible beneath the skin. The sinews and muscles were perfectly carved and ready to rub her body. Even so, Daphne was lot in moaning and shivering. By then, surprise was not the only feeling that Orion felt. He was also relieved that Daphne was more than willing to surrender. He was also excited to know that the little girl had a smutty heard behind the purity that her white toga had hindered.<br/><br/>As her hips rolled towards Orion's, his member was compressed between her own abs and his. Even though his member was hard and erect, she had missed the target. Aware that she did not want it sweet, Orion used his pelvis to hit her down, causing her feet to fall from his body. She wanted violence, she was having violence. Before she could react, his grip in her wrists was dragging her both hands above her head, where Orion used just his left hand to pin them. At the same time, his gaze moved to his member and his right hand pushed her to the bed rock once more, exerting all the control he was capable of. No more words, no more poetry.<br/><br/>Only action.<br/><br/>Orion lowered his pelvis as if Daphne were one of the women in his harem. He knew their pussies, where they were, how tight they were, how warm they were. Daphne was not being treated differently - no more fairy tale for her, if this was what she wanted. His glans, still a bit dry, but hardened and reddened, dived among her pubian hair, cutting his way mercilessly. Orion even forgot that she was a maiden and mercilessly, his sword cut her. From his side, a moan and a shiver - Daphne was going to make an effort to please his large body, familiar with the arts of sophisticated whores. As he entered Daphne's depths, he finally felt the slurry wetness of her blood being replaced by the welcoming liquids.