"Aye, m'lord," she murmured, her voice thick with tears from the strain of being his solitary entertainment, and she so new to life within the castle. Uncertain what to do with her hands now that she was impaled and moving, one curled around her middle just under her softly bobbling breasts, the other drifting down to rest on her own thigh for balance.<br/><br/>Fore and back, up and down her body rocked, moving faster; a gallop, he'd said, and though the muscles in her legs ached from it, she set a quick pace upon him, panting. "I am, my lord.... I'm... I'm empty without your seed, I want it in me, to please you and feel your pleasure inside of me, if it please your lord to spend in me...!" Her words were halting, and her cheeks burned between the swaying curtains of her dark hair as she forced out the things he demanded she say, humiliating and slatternly though it felt to say them.