As time passed, the group’s members diminished. The first to leave was the soldier fucking her from the front, moaning as he came within her, a sensation all too familiar for Rhianna.<br/><br/>With her eyes closed, she couldn’t anticipate the spray of hot cum drenching her chest and what remained of her clothes, followed by a late moan from the man fondling her breasts. The man sighed in relief. “I’ve been waiting forever to get that out of my system.” He said with a lewd boast to his friends.<br/><br/>The night went on, for seemingly forever, and the group diminished down to one as the soldier beneath her shook in an orgasmic fit, penetrating her as far as he could just before that familiar warmth gushed inside of her.<br/><br/>But as the hours passed, the final Eslundian, the one who held the knife against her skin, would not let it end. They went through what seemed like dozens of positions and methods of ‘lovemaking’, each enforced by the threat of the blade. Some of the men returned after awhile, contributing to the mess on (and in) the woman’s body, but the soldier with the knife never relented, not even for a moment.<br/><br/>As it came to a close, he seemed to grow more and more frenzied, sweat dripping off from his body and onto hers as he thrust into her again and again, his member lubricated by her spit or the other men’s cum, Rhianna couldn’t tell.<br/><br/>As dawn approached, he stopped what he was doing, sliding his wet member out of her and positioned his hips by her face. He reached out and held the noblewoman’s hair tightly in his hand, pulling her head back as he showered her face and neck in all the pent-up cum that he had been holding back during the night.<br/><br/>The man let go of her hair violently, saying, “Not a princess anymore, huh?” as he grabbed hold of his dripping, wet member and wiped it across one of the few dry places on her body.