<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v62p71s.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/g3vmCu7.gif)</div>Ser Tristan knew he had the wrong woman the moment his cock sunk deeply inside of her. This woman felt different,<em>better</em>than Ilya, tighter, wetter, smoother. And then, of course, the voice belonging to that ass his cock was buried in spoke. "Lady Bellarosa!" He exclaimed in surprise with a hint of... satisfaction that his cock was tasting royal pussy. "Oh my goodness, Lady Bellarosa! I'm so sorry!" He went on to say to the poor woman stuck beneath one of the shelves of his armory. Regardless, he didn't remove himself from her. Instead, he continued.<br/><br/>The noble daughter of Vincent Bellarosa was a pretty one, shapely and longed for by all the people who saw her. Whilst the noble lady seemed to have her favored consorts, she was far-removed from the life of a commoner like Ser Tristan, even though a knight was considered above the common folk, they weren't considered nobility either. For millenias, nobility, with the excuse of preserving the best bloodline, had implemented a law of being able to choose who they laid with. For the commoner, this could not be further from the truth. It was common for a shapely housewife on her way to the market to have her skirt flipped up and taken by a man on the streets in front of everyone. It was as common for a shemale knight to smack a barwench on her rear and have her ride the knight right there in a tavern. Rape was almost non-existent for no one could or would say no.<br/><br/>And that was what Beatrice was trying to exercise, her noble right to choose her partners but that attempt only made the smile on Ser Tristan's lips grow wider. As the Lady he served whipped her head around, he reached a hand forwards and gripped her long blonde hair, twisting it around his fist to yank her head back as he continued to drive his cock into her, "Why, my sweet lady... hnng... you do seem to be enjoying yourself, the way your hips move, the way.. nnn... you take more of my cock in you... So why fight it?" He murmured as he gave a particularly savage thrust deep inside of her slick folds, his cock slamming all the way in, knocking at the entrance of her womb.<br/><br/>"Besides, if you do fight it..." He stopped thrusting for a moment, leaning forwards so his lips were by her ear, "I could tell your oh-so-noble daddy you're planning to slip off somewhere without his permission again?" It was obvious from the way she dressed. "I'm sure he would not be pleased. What do you say?" He grinned as he rolled his hips slowly, his cock once more sliding in her, parting her pussy easily.