Ashley didn't resist when Slate beat against her using his own penis as his weapon.  That he would do so at that moment seemed natural to her.  She had offered herself to him as a payment in form for protection, had said for him to wipe any other thought of any other man from her mind.  He certainly was doing that.  She loved his penis.  The whole long thickness of it, and that small taste he had given her of it.<br/><br/>However, when he grabbed at her mouth again with his hands, she spat them out, making to turn her head away, as he shoved himself into her mouth.  Outraged at what he called her, she spit him out, and was about to shout her thoughts at him when his mouth covered hers in a brutal kiss.<br/><br/>All the desire and anger mixed together in that kiss, and she  returned it to him, meeting the kiss with her lips smashing against his, tongues lashing and delving.  As he grabbed her hair, she pulled at his.  Her whole body throbbed now, some in pain other parts in pleasure, but all of it gloriously awake and aware of Alfreic Slate, soldier.<br/><br/>When he stood back awaiting her, Ashley rose.  Then on a run, she launched herself at him, flinging her arms around his neck to bury her head in his shoulder and wrap her long slim legs tightly around his waist.  "I'm may be a little fucking slut Alfreic Slate, but I am your fucking slut."  She purred into his ear.  "And no one else's."  Then biting his ear she added, "Don't you forget it."