<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Ashley</strong> [ in the woods  with  Mr. Slate]</span><br/><br/>Ashley's breath caught in her throat when the soldier began stoking himself.  Mesmerized by his actions, she licked her lips and watched as his member grew with each stroke of his hand.<br/><br/>Again she began to tremble, not only from fear, but from a curious desire to wipe away what had happened earlier in the woods with the huntsman by replacing it with a vision of Alfreic Slate.<br/><br/><br/>She offered no resistance when he pulled her against him.  She made no sound when he clutched her breast so savagely.<br/><br/>When he pressed his thickness against her back, she felt the heat of him spread through her to kindle an answering heat at her own core.  She leaned back against him and rested her head against the strength of his shoulder.<br/>A smile formed at the corners of her mouth as he spoke of her figure, and with a wiggle of her hips she loosened his grip enough to turn to face him.<br/><br/>Ashley looked at the man and said to him something she never imagined saying to anyone before this day, no, before this moment.  Looking him straight in the eyes she said with all sincerity, she said to him in a voice firm yet oddly soft and gentle and totally incongruous with her words, "Fuck me Mr. Slate.  I want you to."  Her voice began to throb,   "I want you to wipe out any thoughts of any other man from my mind until there is only you."<br/>Ashley could feel a wetness begin to form between her legs as she spoke.<br/>"Yes, please fuck me."  she entreated.