<Posted from IM between Bliss & Amberghylles><br/><br/>Felicity had to swallow a mouthful and another before the flood of it subsided and she was able to gasp for breath, sobbing in horror and disgust at the slick mass that coated her chin and cheeks, still dribbling down onto her breasts. Trembling hands moved from the softening, quivering cock to her chest, gingerly beginning to rub the white stuff against her skin. "I... I..." her voice was horse and thickened from swallowing the cum, and she can't quite bring herself to say more than, "I swallowed... it... for you...."<br/><br/>Seeing her like that, coated in that thick cum and knowing how much found it's way down her throat made Brom groan. Covered in more than a dozen men's spend made her look like a perfect whore, yet he knew no other man had laid his hands on or in her. It combined to make him growl and pull his clothes away to stroke his cock freely. "Yes, you swallowed my horse's cum for me... you're rubbing it into your skin to wear till morning for me... Nuzzle that cock now slut. Use your hair to clean the last of his  seed. I want you filthy with cum, like a well-used whore..."<br/><br/>Sobbing, whimpering, her head bent forward in a gesture of total defeat, letting the shafthead press to her cheek and slide along it into her hair. The motion left a smear of horse-cum through the tracks of her tears, opalesque drops of it glimmering in her dark hair.<br/><br/>"Such a good little whore," he murmured, "When I've had my fill I may give you a choice of servicing my stables or my men..."<br/><br/>Finally it felt safe to draw back, and she turned, peering out at him from beneath the dark belly of  his steed - his dripping cum smeared on her cheek and hair, coating her face and throat, and her hands slowly rubbed it into her bared breasts between the sliced halves of her corset and gown. "No, m'lord... not the stables. I... I can't do this again, please!" The choice isn't much of one, but if given to her, she' would surely now choose to be under the hands and lusts of his men - who at least would be human.<br/><br/>"Well then you had better make sure to please me well because that only makes me want to see you do this until you learn to not only accept it but to enjoy it. After all, what man would ever be able to flood your hungry throat with so much seed to drink? Or to fill your cunt the way that magnificent shaft would? I imagine you could learn to find a mere man's cock much too unsatisfying after that kind of fucking."<br/><br/>THAT made her scramble toward him across the short distance of fallow ground with a keening wail, clutching at the hem of his tunic from her knees. "No, my lord! D-don't make me do such a thing please, PLEASE! It would not just ruin me, your mount would destroy me!"<br/><br/>Brom reached down and stroked her hair, enjoying the feel of the cool seed as he smeared it further into her locks. "I think you will be surprised to learn what your body can learn to accept and enjoy. Now lay yourself down and open your legs. Spread your cunny for me and touch it. Touch it the way you do at night when you're alone and thinking of the one you'd hoped would be taking your virgin innocence from you." His shaft was large, though not as frightening after the cock of the horse was just so near. His hand moved slowly along it's length, stroking it and maintaining the hardness of it while he awaited her action.<br/><br/>It was not an acceptance of her plea, but neither was it a refusal, and with a soft whine she shifted back away from his touch, releasing his tunic. Laying back in the dirt, his words made Felicity all to aware of how far this was from what she'd expected for her first; a man among her lord's guard had been courting, and made wicked, soft whisperings in her ear of a night upon soft sheets in a warm room. She tried to let her mind drift toward that thought again, the smell of horse cum strong in her senses as her fingers slipped down between her thighs, stroking along her folds.<br/>