The fear in her eyes was as powerful an aphrodisiac as the strongest wine he'd ever tasted.  His powerful cock impaled her again and again, and the mixture of pain and pleasure in her eyes only spurred him on even more.  Her sobs and screams echoed in the chamber, and the guards without only grinned, knowing that yet another conquest had been fulfilled.  Cormac grunted heavily with each thrust, his cock burying itself inside of her again and again, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every forward motion of his muscled form.<br/><br/>One hand rose, sliding around her neck while the other played with her breasts.  He squeezed her nipples painfully, one, then the other, each painful tease accompanied by another fast and hard thrust.  The King wasn't one to show sympathy to a lowly slave, but they did have their uses.  He likely wouldn't do serious harm to the woman...unless she asked for him to do so.  The thought had him grinning as he fucked her, his red eyes blazing in the gloom.<br/><br/>"I want to hear you call me Master..." he said.  "Tell me how thankful you are for the King's cock inside of you.  And while you're at it, you can begin begging me<strong>not</strong>to stick it in your backside..."