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Attention! (IWishThat&Valanaer)

It seemed his proposition had caught Jasmine off guard and that had been the point, to make her stop and consider his offer. He was sure that she wanted him, there was a reason she was antagonizing him so, and it was getting old that he had to sit and watch when it was a mutual physical attraction. The words out of her mouth didn't surprise him though, she always had to keep an upper hand and while he disliked it she was telling the truth as well. She could have any man in the entire camp that she wanted, her beauty and intelligence would attract any in some way or another, he should have been proof of that, that he was so enamored despite what had been done to his people. It was also the truth that no man in the entire camp was on his level, some may come close but he had it all, skill, intelligence, looks. Jasmine knew that as well, whether it was conscious knowledge or just something she knew deep down, she knew he was better than the countless men she could have if she wanted. That knowledge wasn't enough for her to drop the pride she held so close to her chest, she didn't want to be the one to initiate, she wanted him to beg, to ask her for what they both truly wanted. The only thing stopping him at this point was his own pride but even that was dwindling in importance when he knew he would be let free, that his people could be safe and he didn't even have to escape.

He watched her for a moment, his eyes burning with lust and desire as Jasmine began to slip her fingers inside of herself. Ashal continued to watch for a bit, drinking in her moans and the sight before him, his resistance to her taunts being weakened as his desire grew. It wasn't long before he felt the urge to leave his pride on the side for the time and do what needed to be done to get what his body wanted. He really hated her for making him choose between his carnal desires and the desire to keep his pride intact. Just looking at that body, thinking about how good it felt when he took her, it wasn't as easy as it had been at first to refuse her request. The male swallowed, a lump in his throat as he considered it all one last time and before he knew what he was saying, "Please Jasmine... Stop simply teasing me and come over here..." He hated himself and it wasn't hidden but the desire was greater and if he could do this perhaps she would abandon her pride a bit as well and they could move on to the more entertaining aspect and get off of her constant teasing.
 
She could see it so plainly in his eyes, that desire to have her. The want and need to touch her. It turned her on to no end. just thinking that he was sitting there watching her, trying to figure out if he wanted to break that wall of pride or not filled her with glee. Another moan slipped out of her as she slipped another finger inside herself, feeling her body stretch slightly to accommodate the two fingers. She slipped them in and then out of herself, pleasure rocketing through her as she fucked herself. Her eyes never left Ashal though, watching his face for any sign that he might give in, that he might break under pressure. And then, there it was. like a billion little sparks hitting her skin at once. Please. He had said it. Begged, even just a small moment, for her to give him what he wanted. Jasmine gasped, once again having not expected it and finding that his words pleased her to no extent. Pleasure sparked across her skin and she moaned again, closing her eyes for a moment to hide the carnal desire that ripped through her as well. Ashal had pushed his pride away, even for a mere moment to beg her. Because he wanted her.

Slowly she removed her fingers from inside her, glancing at them for a moment before she looked at Ashal again. Just as slowly she stood, making her way over to Ashal. But the man should know it's not as easy as that to get her to give something pleasurable. "Say it again. Beg, Ashal. I want to hear you beg some more first." Putting her leg's on either side of Ashal's own she straddled the man, making sure to keep herself on her knees so that she wasn't touching him. It was just another show of superiority. A show of who was in control. She would make him remember that if she had to. She owned him. If she fucked him it was because She wanted it. "I want to hear it."
 
Ashal had a feeling it wouldn't be so easy to get Jasmine to give him what he wanted, it seemed that her pleasure was coming from making him beg as much as it would from the actual sex. Ashal was a good bit furious, she was demanding more after he destroyed his pride and begged her for what they both wanted. He felt something else as well, excitement of sorts as she straddled him, still denying the complete contact but it was tantalizing, he was so close and he had already thrown away his pride. Part of him didn't want to grovel though, asking once was admitting he wanted it and putting his pride aside, where would he draw his line, would he continue and give her whatever she wanted in order to get what he wanted? He took a moment to think about it, looking up and into her eyes with mix disdain and want. "You really want to push it don't you..." He took a deep breath and looked down, away from her as if refusing, though it was more like pouting as he already knew what he was going to do deep down. Ashal had worked a very long time to protect his people, he was a serious guy and always did what he knew was right, no matter the effects to himself. This time, this time it was different, he had just given up his pride so he was going to do what it took to get what he truly wanted, the beauty in front of him. Besides, he had already secured the protection of his people as long as everything went as it was supposed to and that had nothing to do with his decision with Jasmine right then for pleasure.

When he looked back up there was still some disdain in his eyes but the desire was much greater. "Please give me what I want... I want you... More than I have ever wanted any woman in my entire life... I beg you, don't play with me any longer." He swallowed his pride in that moment and the tone of his voice made it obvious how much he hated speaking any of that. It was all true, he wanted her and more than any other woman he had laid eyes on, and he had his options, it was just having to vocalize his desire in such a manner. "So tell me something Jasmine, after seeing me throw away all of my pride, can you throw away just a bit of yours?" As he asked her he looked longingly at her body, the perfect body he wanted nothing more than to caress, the supple breasts, smooth skin, beautiful face. If she continued to deny him it would be hard to stay so calm, his pride had been important, abandoning it was in hopes of something he wanted more, Jasmine. Oh how annoying it was to have his eyes set on such a woman, it would no doubt be a mistake but the pleasure was what he wanted, and he wasn't thinking about what his submission would lead to.
 
Her eyes didn't leave his face, keeping her hands at her side though they twitched slightly. She hadn't thought it would be this hard to be so close to him without touching. She wanted to touch him. Something she usually never wanted. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin beneath her finger tips. Wanted to feel his hot breath against her own skin. The movement of muscle as he thrusted into her. She wanted to feel him. It was almost too much to bear and she could feel her own will power giving in, about to break just because it looked like he was about ready to just tell her to fuck off. Saying something like that. As if he was going to fully turn away from her and deny her something that she asked of him. They both knew how much each other wanted the other, it was common knowledge between the two of them. Even while he had been raping her she had enjoyed it. Maybe it was because she had already felt his heat that she wanted him so badly. To feel that heat so different from any of the men at camps pressed against her again.

The next words he gave sent sparks of pleasure down her spine once more, making her gasp as she blinked in surprise. Her nipples hardened beneath her shirt at that intense gaze, back arching just slightly as if to show them off. yes, that was good enough. She just barely heard his question before she sank fully down onto his clothed bottom half, hands coming up to grasp Ashal by the chin and force his lips against her own. hot, almost scorching. That was what he felt like. Like she was putting herself on a hot brand and it felt.. amazing. The kiss was rough, pressing into him like she hadn't been fucked in years, kissing him like she was trying to steal his very soul. As she kissed him she released his chin, arms going around him to find the ropes tying his arms to the pole. Clumsly she undid them, pressing against him more insistently when they finally came free in her hands.
 
Ashal's breath caught in his throat when she kissed him, it had paid off and he felt instant carnal urges swelling up. He didn't want to wait any longer and he didn't attempt to do anything as she continued to kiss him. He remained hers for the using until he felt the rope fall from him, the tension letting up and his body completely under his control once again. While he had submitted to her with his slight begging he wasn't about to let her run the entire show, as much as he wanted her, as much as the strong side of her attracted him, he wasn't going to lay back and let her decide everything. No, he had just as soon been released that he wrapped his strong arms around her and pushed her onto her back, his strong form pressed down on top of her on the ground. He smirked down at the woman as his already hardened cock pressed against her through the clothing. He could have just as easily taken her to the bed but it didn't fit his current mood, he wanted their burning hot bodies against each other in a carnal way, not on some sort bed but instead hard and rough, he wanted to come out of it panting and ragged.

"God, you really are horrible, making me beg..." His breath was heavy and he leaned in, kissing her passionately, one of his arms beneath her body and ran up behind her head, gripping her hair and pulling it back even though he had seen how much she disliked it, doing so to get at that soft next, nipping gently at her wonderful flesh. The reason she went for the hair was to press his luck a bit, finally she had given herself to him and he wanted to prove he had more freedom granted by her than Wythe did. If she got mad it wouldn't matter though, he was in an animal mood, making her mad would not stop him only drive him on, and as his free hand went to move his clothing out of the way he grunted, kissing her neck against and moaning gently as he finally gave himself proper freedom from his clothing, his hot member pressing up against her skin without going to penetrate yet. "Just remember, I want you, but I am no Wythe." He smirked again as he lifted himself off just enough to look into her eyes, releasing her hair and moving it instead to her neck, supporting her head as he leaned in for another lust filled kiss. When he pulled back he waited, a sinister look on his face as the same hand that freed his cock from his pants touched her already slick slit, teasing her this time. "May I have permission to enter?" He was being sarcastic as he continued to rub, the pressure of his body still against hers as he waited, even in his sarcasm not acting quite yet.
 
Those strong arms around her made something click inside, as if this was exactly where she wanted to be. Like this place, right there, was perfect. In his strong controlling grasp. Her legs wrapped around Ashal's waist as he pushed her down and laid on top of her, shifting her hips forward to push against the lump in the man's pants. His words made her chuckle softly, though lips were on hers again before she could get another word out. Yes, she wanted this man. Wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything else. Not just that, she wanted to possess him, to own everything there was about him. To make it to where he could no longer run away from her. Chain him down like a dog chained to his master. this was the first time for her and she didn't completely know what to do with it.

A gasp came from her as her hair was grabbed, forcing her head back to expose her neck. It was the same as what Wythe had done before but then again it was also different. Wythe had only been doing it to try and please her as well as himself but Ashal, he was thinking of nothing but dominance in this moment. It was a show of dominance for him. A shiver ran through her, hands coming up to grab Ashal's shoulders and dig her nails in. Her eyes narrowed, that animalistic desire deep inside them. Yes, she wanted him. Her head lifted to meet him when he came back down for another kiss, lips pushing back insistently as she pressed herself against Ashal's waiting cock. "Fucking hell, now your asking permission?" Her eyebrow lifted, giving him a slight smirk as her hands slipped down to his waist to try and pull him closer and force him inside her. Damn did she wanted it. "Enter me, Ashal."
 
Ashal was breathing heavier than ever and he had to hold himself back as he teased her and that was no easy chore. In fact as he waited for her reaction he found himself quivering from anticipation. Of course it wasn't lost on him that his show of dominance hadn't brought upon anything too severe, while Wythe had been reprimanded quite seriously he had received nothing more than some sharp nails and narrowed eyes, two things which turned him on far more than deterred him, as if he was some glutton for punishment. It was only when she finally showed her hand that he truly felt confident in what was going to happen, when she showed off her slight frustration at his sudden halt for permission and when she spoke the words, telling him to enter her. At that point he didn't care that she was in control on that end, he only knew with that he had officially entered in to a relationship that was going to yield more pleasure than he could imagine. So without hesitation, without mercy, he thrust his hard cock deep inside of her, the feeling of her hot hole sending incredible shivers down his spine and he felt more pleasure in that first moment than he had when raping her earlier.

The male moaned as he plunged as far as he could inside of her, his sizable cock going to the hilt as his arms once again wrapped around her, going around her and gripping the beautiful woman quite tightly, so much so that the space between them was almost non-existent. Their bodies were completely connected, his strong muscular figure pressed up against her much more feminine form. For a moment he only kissed her, his lips going from hers to her neck and as he reached as far as he could given their closeness he began to thrust, slowly at first but quickly increasing in speed and power, his hard manhood slamming inside of Jasmine. As Ashal grunted and moaned she would be able to hear all of it, his mouth close to her ear and despite the muffled effect of his kisses their was nothing else but his noises, save her soon to be cries of pleasure, his confidence assuring him of that. He desired her far too much though and even the feeling as his flesh sliding across hers was getting him worked up, his entire body feeling spikes of pleasure from the very beginning. It was truly carnal, his hands were tightly wrapped around Jasmine, keeping her in his embrace as he drilled her with his thick long cock over and over, the sounds coming from his lips heavy with lust and desire, he was not going to be satisfied with just one bout of pleasure, he was going to show her what having him was going to mean.
 
Her nails bit deeper into his shoulders as he thrusted into her, giving a cry of pain and pleasure at the sudden entrance. She as still sore from him thrusting so roughly into her before but she knew it would turn to pleasure soon. once he was in as far as he could go Ashal stopped, lips finding hers again and kissing her roughly. she kissed back, dazed in the brilliance that was this feeling. it felt like she was melting inside, just by having him in there. Like even with him touching her like this she was being burned. it only made her leg's tighten all the more around his waist, as if to say he wasn't allowed to back out of this any longer. She was only succeeded in making sure they were pressed firmly together. She wanted to feel every inch of him as well, every inch of him pressed against her as he kissed her. As he fucked her at her command. Like a lion tamer training his lion she wanted that with Ashal. She wanted to tame this lion.

A soft moan slipped from her the moment he started to move, hands grasping hold of Ashal's shoulders and covering the now slightly bleeding nail marks she had left behind. Every time he would pumped into her harder she would moan, back arching as she allowed the pleasure to ripe tide through her. It was amazing, this feeling of having sex with Ashal. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. This man truly was something else and she was never going to allow him to escape from her grasp.

It didn't take long for her to reach her first orgasm, having been half way there to begin with. Her arm's wrapped around Ashal's neck, biting harshly into Ashal's shoulder as she spasmed around the hard cock inside her. Though her hips kept pressing down into him, hoping to bring him to a climax as well. She didn't release him even as her body calmed from her release, tingles spreading across her skin as his continued pumping started to push her towards a second one. She knew this one would be much harder than the first and her body squeezed around Ashal's cock, moaning his name into his ear.
 
The pain of the nails digging in to his shoulders was euphoric, it kept him in the moment and brought upon its own sort of pleasure, a pleasure he had never quite experienced. The action itself was not what he was feeling of course, it was the intent behind the action, a woman who was so powerful in her own sense, the fact that for once it hadn't been easy to get what he wanted. He knew he would be delivering his fair share of pain before their time together was over, his previous action of forcing himself on her not being gentle and combined with his current roughness it was no doubt going to make her remember what happened between them after it was over. There would be other reminders though and he was going to make sure pleasure was one of them as well. He wasn't too concerned about that, it would come naturally, he kept himself in the moment and enjoyed each happening from her returning the kiss to the feeling of her legs as they wrapped tighter around him.

A sudden realization hit him as he pumped inside of her though, one that was too late to change but still as unnerving when it hit him. The things he was truly enjoying were not the pleasurable feelings that would hit him during most sexual encounters, but instead Jasmine's moans, her nails in his skin... Everything he was finding particularly enjoyable had to do with the gorgeous woman beneath him. He didn't halt in his movements but it would no doubt become a point of obsession when the fun was all over. Her first orgasm was a good distraction and as she moaned out and convulsed around him he soon found himself getting quite close to his climax. He refused to let himself cum quickly and he held off for as long as he possibly could, only finally climaxing when he could no longer hold back, an eventuality which wasn't helped by hearing the woman whisper his name. The only problem was, with their closeness and her grip around his waist with her legs, he couldn't pull away and even as he tried to pull out he couldn't. While he could have forced her legs off or ask her to let go he didn't, he only stopped fighting it and instead began thrusting again, riding the pleasure before finally releasing inside of Jasmine's tight hole.

It felt amazing to push forward like an animal, not worrying about stopping or what would happen in the future, ravaging his former enemy without thought. He lessened his grip a bit after he came to change the angle, to change things up. He sat up and pried her legs apart and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips to get her on her hands and knees. He was not slowing down despite the flip and pumping with almost increased vigor. In all his excitement he did even more though, grinning as he pulled his hand back and spanked her quite hard, gripping her beautiful ass afterwards and just enjoying the body in front of him, even making sure she knew it. "Your body is unbelievable... If I do what you tell me will it be mine?" He smirked as he continued to pump into her, the fact that he had already cum almost making it feel all the more sexy, as if he had already marked her and now he was simply continuing to show that fact. In his mind as much as he had given himself to her, she was his. He wanted to hear his new mate climax again, to hear more of her sweet moans.
 
His short fumbling made her worry for a moment, only a moment before suddenly he was thrusting back into her with as great of speed as he had before. By this time she couldn't even think straight and when he finally climaxed inside her she thought of nothing more but the pleasure as that hot fluid filled her insides. It felt amazing. the way it gushed through out her and filled her very core. By the time that he lessened his grip jasmine was panting, not even resisting as he forced her legs off of him. Her world turned upside down as he flipped her, forcing her hands and body to sprawl out onto the rug beneath her before he was once again tugging her up and almost into a doggy style position. lifting her head she looked back at Ashal, catching that hungry look in his eyes before he was once more thrusting into her with anew speed and enthusiasm. This was much better than when he had forced her to have sex with him. This was ten times better and she let him now, moaning out brightly with each deep thrust he gave into her. "fuck! Ashal! yes!!" She moaned the words out over and over again, grasping the rug to push back every time that he thrusted forward.

His words came to her through a fog and she didn't lift her head as she listened, quieting down enough so that she could hear. For a little while she was silent, thinking over his words as he continued to thrust into her. This was probably his plan, fuck her until she couldn't think anymore and then get her to say something she would regret later. Though she couldn't help but find herself agreeing with his request. As long as he did everything she said she'd give herself to him, no matter her former beliefs. "Yes! Now.. harder.. Ashal. Fuck me harder!" She moaned the words out over her shoulder, back arched and head tilted back so that he could get even deeper into her. It felt too good not to indulge into it. She could deal with Wythe later. He hadn't been nearly as amazing as Ashal was and she knew that he was never going to be able to compare to him. Why deny herself something like this when it was so perfectly at hand? Why even give up something like this at all? This was only sealing the fact that she wasn't going to let him go. She would keep Ashal chained to her, no matter what it may be that he wanted. if this was what he wanted then so be it. He could fuck her all he wanted as long as he remained hers.
 
It had all culminated into one grand event, going from sworn enemies, to tolerating what was happening, and now to a very beneficial to both of them. Of course there was more that would come from the new coupling, both personal and professional. One of the biggest factors was Wythe, and while Ashal was not scared of the weak fool he was aware of the trouble it could bring. He was also painfully aware that no matter how pleasurable it was that eventually he would be attempting to get away from it. That was something he had just decided not to speak out loud as he didn't want the woman to know he still intended to go on the run, and he would never look back. Sure he would dream about the tight beautiful body but he didn't like to be controlled and he wouldn't be happy as long as he was under the control of the female general. He was just going to enjoy it while he could, have fun until the job was done and then split ways. Until then all he had to do was hide the fact that he still intended to run, make her happy, and obtain as much pleasure as he possibly could in the short time.

By the time his mind slowed down and he refocused on the matter at hand he was close to cumming again, having subconsciously followed her orders to go at her tight hole harder and harder. Thinking about something other than what was in front of him had helped him last longer and give Jasmine a good pounding. He slapped her ass harder than ever as he doubled his efforts, getting close only causing him to seek an even greater feeling before he shot another load. It was nearly impossible to keep himself contained, the feeling of Jasmine pushing back against him, her tight pussy wrapping around his cock, the feeling of her firm ass in his hands, it was too much to resist. So without much further hesitation he shoved himself as deep inside of the woman as he could and shot another sizable load, filling the female with his hot seed. When he finally stopped cumming he pulled himself out, a moan escaping his lips as he retracted and a smirk rising on his face as he stood up. "Hey Jasmine..." He spoke her name almost affectionately as he walked over and stood next to the bed, "Should we pace ourselves or do you want to come up onto the bed and go again?" Ashal's breath was labored after the quick and fast movements but he was only done if she was. Of course he would have found it interesting to simply fool around in the bed for a bit, see what all he could get away with now that they had come to an understanding, but he wouldn't mind continuing, especially if she took control again, he was craving her to take control, even if he didn't know it yet.
 
The harder he thrusted into her the louder she got, arms loosing their strength beneath her and collapsing to press her face into the rug. She moaned out cuss words and Ashal's name, eyes staring out at the other side of the tent in pure erotic pleasure. This was the first time she had been taken in such a way, the first time to be feeling so good while getting fucked. How could she just give this up? The slap on her ass made her cry out, though she wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or from pain or from both. At the moment it felt like both, the pain mixing with the pleasure to only push her further towards her second orgasm. It didn't take long before she spasmed right along with Ashal as he came, body clenching tightly around him as she once again moaned his name loudly. Her body was shivering slightly when he pulled out, sweat covering her body as she collapsed over onto her side when released. Her skin tingled with pleasure as she watched Ashal quickly head over to the bed, chuckling softly at his words. Slowly she pushed herself up, long brown hair sweeping around her in tangles from his rough handling. For a moment she sat there, trying to will the waves of pleasure away and get a hold of herself.

Once she was sure she could stand she pushed herself up as well, ignoring the dirt that clung to her from the rug in places she would usually try and brush off. It was almost like the act of being fucked in the dirt had unlocked something primal inside her, something that she had kept far far away from the surface and didn't want to touch. But now, now she was going to let it out onto Ashal. Her gaze swept across the man, desire ripping through her once again as she slowly and sensually made her way over to where he was standing. Without a word she stopped in front of him, hesitating only a moment before he hand touched Ashal's chest and she gave him a push. A gentle one, one that wouldn't even move him. "Get on the bed." It was an order and those emerald eyes meant business as they stared right up into Ashal's face. "With your back against the headboard." This time when she pushed him it was much harder, taking another half step forward so her hard nipples just barely brushed his chest through the shirt she was still wearing. "So i can ride you."
 
The sight of Jasmine on the ground was one he doubted many had seen, even when she laid with Wythe they had kept it rather clean and he remembered her seeming obsession with cleanliness. Right then in front of him though she was dirty and it looked as though she had embraced the animalistic side, so much so that as she stood and moved towards him he felt a new presence. It was like watching a wild huntress come towards him, a more bestial look in her eyes and a new swagger that made him want her even more than he had, to a nearly impossible amount. Her attitude quickly matched and while her push against his chest had been gentle, her tone had not been. A surge of ecstasy ran through Ashal as she ordered him onto the bed and as his eyes locked with her demanding orbs of emerald he knew just what it was that had really convinced him to give up his pride. Sure she was beautiful, easily the most alluring woman he had ever laid eyes on, but that wasn't why he wanted her so bad. It was Jasmine's attitude, the demand and strength she gave off, he found it so exciting to find a female to push back, to not be intimidated by his strength. So when she pushed him harder and he felt her hard nipples brush against his chest there was no doubt in his mind that he would be obeying her commands. The only thing he wasn't sure of, which he wasn't even aware of, was what that was going to mean in the coming days.

Ashal wasn't in the mind frame to think of such things though, instead he simply smirked and gave a slight nod, "Yes ma'am, whatever you want." It had come out without any coercing or hint of sarcasm that time, his obedient tone not one that she forced upon him but one that almost flowed out naturally. The male then sat walked over to the head of the bed and took a seat, moving himself directly in the center of the headboard before looking over at her, in both anticipation and seeking approval. As much as his eyes were looking at her wild form she was no doubt looking at his though. There he sat, hers, large cock completely erect, his handsome features all visible, muscle chiseling every part of his body. His sharp blue eyes were still playful as he waited for her next move, a hand running through his matted hair, and his tan skin glistening with sweat from their efforts. It was funny really, he was covered in whip marks and bruises caused by the woman in front of him but they weren't even on his mind, as if it had all been washed away or he had been brought under some spell.
 
His words made a shiver run down her back, holding in the moan of pure pleasure at hearing them. Submissive. He was being submissive. This strong powerful man was giving into what she was demanding. The very thought of it made goosebumps appear on her skin. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he moved over to the bed and got on top of it, not moving from where she was standing as she watched. Really she couldn't take her eyes off of him, watching the way his muscles moved under his skin and the easy way he just gave into her demand. Yes, a tamed lion. He might not of realized it now but his submissiveness was only going to get him stuck with her longer. the more he gave in to her the harder it was going to be for her to let him leave. And the more excuses she was going to find to keep him with her.

Once he was finally on the bed a smirk slipped across her lips, hands slipping across her own body to grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it over her head. Dropping it to the ground she crawled up onto the bed, slowly making her way over to Ashal and straddling the man. Though just as she had done before she didn't lower herself onto him, instead hovering just above him and slipping her fingers into his hair to push his head back. "Such a good boy." She said the words gently, bending down to brush her lips against his own fingers gently massaging at Ashal's head. Slowly she kissed him at first, restraining her urges for the moment, tongue slipping into Ashal's mouth. it wasn't until they were fully into the kiss that she lowered herself down, one hand moving beneath herself to take hold of Ashal's hard cock and guide it into her. A moan escaped the kiss as he once again slipped inside her, biting his bottom lip harshly as slight pain appeared. The rough fucking was making her sore but that didn't mean she was just going to let this night go to waste. Slowly she pushed herself down onto him, releasing his lip to kiss him once again.
 
Jasmine had simply watched him as he got into position and her eyes got him a bit worked up, the look was something he was almost craving, as if he wanted nothing more than a pleased look from her. The smirk on her lips was proof enough that she was pleased though and as she removed her shirt he bit his lower lip. Her body was amazing and the breasts were no different, the shapely bosom and hard nipples drawing his attention. She sure knew how to drive him wild, that being the case she once again straddled him, getting close and shoving the near perfect breasts in his face but not giving him the pleasure he knew would be coming, that he wanted. When she pushed his head back he didn't resist, in fact he felt a bit of euphoric pleasure having her control him like that, even more so when she gave him a near patronizing compliment. Past experience was that he should have been bothered when she called him a 'good boy' but he felt no such thing and instead found himself very glad he was. "Well I must say, being a good boy has so many benefits, going against you not so much..." Ashal let out a small random moan as she continued to massage his head, the feeling of her touch sending tingles down his body and he wanted more.

A kiss was a good distraction from his desires though, and as she slipped her tongue inside he did the same, letting his tongue dance with hers and hesitantly moving his hands around and resting them around her gently, only wanting to touch her soft skin. When she grabbed his cock he knew what was to come and he quivered in her hand, even moaning slightly before she bit on his lip, having a feeling he wasn't the only one experiencing pain as he entered her again. After the rape and previous penetration on the floor she would surely be sore, especially with how rough he liked to have sex and the aggression behind the previous rape. It was her decision to lower herself down though and as he felt the familiar pleasure of entering Jasmine he let out another small moan, the sound muffled as Jasmine kissed him again. He ran his hands up her back, feeling the smooth skin under his hands but not grabbing or even pushing her in any way, leaving all of what happened up to her. Ashal was giving himself over to her but enjoying it all, the kiss, her wonderful pussy around him, the feeling of her skin beneath his hands, it was worth the change in attitude, the slight submission, he just couldn't wait to see what would come next.
 
The hesitation in his hands was almost adorable, the way he touched her as if he wasn't sure she would approve of such an act. It only turned her on all the more. Such a strong and powerful man being putty in her hands was like handing a cat catnip. She couldn't get enough of it. Wanted to hear him ask for things, to submit to her over and over again. It was like a drug and Ashal didn't know what he was getting himself into. If she hadn't been obsessed with him before she sure as hell was now. Though that didn't mean she was just going to give him pleasure again after all he had done. Yes, he had begged and she had rewarded him but she was going to get her revenge for what he had done before, taking her in such a rough way. Raping her.

Suddenly the kiss broke, Jasmine grabbing hold of Ashal's arms and pulling them off herself as if in disapproval. His hands on her wasn't unpleasant, no, but she was going to punish him and she knew he would want to touch. He would want to get off. And he sure as hell was going to want to run away when she was done with him. Just as suddenly as she had stopped the kiss and yanked his arms off him she sat up, lifting herself up so that she was free of him again. Lifting a hand up she grabbed his chin, forcing his head back so that he was forced to look up at her. "Be a good boy and stay." She smirked, bending down to brush a swift kiss on his lips before she slipped off the bed and pulled her side table's drawer open. She rummaged inside for a few minutes before she sat back up, two pieces of rope in her hands. She said nothing as she grabbed his arm, giving him a stern look as she tied one of the ropes to his wrist before tying it to the headboard. Pushing herself up she crawled back over to Ashal, straddling him again and holding her hand out as if waiting for him to give her something. "Give me your other hand." Her eyebrow raised, watching his face. He had two options. Giving in or pushing her away. Only one was going to give him pleasure and joy. While the other had him tied up to the pole again. jasmine herself wasn't sure which one he would pick. After fighting so long to stay in control he had suddenly started giving in, the moment the pact between them had been made. Would he continue to give in? She hoped so.
 
Ashal wanted the pleasure so badly and when it all stopped he only looked at Jasmine in confusion, wondering why she would break the kiss and his hands be pushed away. That wasn't nearly as bad as her getting off of him and causing him to lose the last bit of pleasure and not be able to do anything about it, not daring to touch her again after his hands being pushed away. When he was told to stay he could only respond with what he knew she wanted to hear, hoping it would lead to more pleasure, "Yes Ma'am." As she walked away from the bed he followed her with his eyes, watching as she opened up the drawer and pulled out some rope and he knew what was going to happen. When his first hand was tied he simply looked over at it, hating the fact that rope was being wrapped around any part of him again, being tied to the post not being something he liked. So when she asked for his other hand he did hesitate, he didn't want to be completely tied again but he wanted what she offered in return, or at least what he thought she would offer in return. In fact part of Ashal really wanted to remove the rope from his other hand and not give a damn about the consequences.

Everything he could gain, and a small part of him that was enjoying the submission, overpowered the hesitance though. It didn't take long for him to give in, he had already gone quite far and while being tied up didn't please him he was certain what came after it would. That being the case he figured he would give her a bit of a hard time over it, show her he was displeased without crossing a line, so he chose his words carefully and spoke them as he put his hand in hers, making sure she knew he wasn't being disobedient, even if he wanted to. "Just don't tie it too tight, I have enough rope burns already." The only positive part of the entire thing was being able to look directly at her breasts, they were right in front of him and provided plenty of stimulation to keep him from being turned off, and though he wouldn't admit it, and still didn't really understand it, having Jasmine in control got him excited as well.
 
The hesitation only made her smirk slightly, watching his face as he thought the whole thing over. She knew he wouldn't be too keen on having such a thing done to him again, especially since she had just released him but the bastard had rapped her. Did he think that he was going to get away with it so easily? With him being so rough with her she was allowed to be rough with him. The smirk turned into a smile when that hand was placed in hers, green eyes looking into those pure blue ones as she wrapped the rope around it and leaned over to tie the other end to the bed post. Now that he was firmly tied she sat back, admiring him for a moment with a rather dark look on her face. She was quiet as she looked him over, thinking over how she could torture him for a moment. Discipline him, if you will. Make him realize that he had done a bad thing and to never think about doing it again.

After a moment her hand snapped out, slapping Ashal hard enough across the face to make his head snap to the side. With a snort she reached out, grabbing Ashal's chin and forcing him to look her in the face. "You were a bad boy earlier. Taking something that i had not given you." She tutted gently, lifting her free hand to wag her finger at him. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?" She smirked again, fingers tightening on his chin as she lowered herself just enough that the head of his cock brushed against her soft skin. Yes, she wanted to torture him, make his mind cloud over with thoughts of all the things she could do to him. All the pleasure she could bring him. All she wanted from him was a reason to give it to him.
 
Giving his hand over to Jasmine was hard enough but when he was tied and with the dark look on her face, well he knew it wasn't going to be the most pleasant experience. As much as he knew it would be unpleasant he had that same odd feeling, like the fact that Jasmine had control over him, that she could do whatever she wanted, it was exciting. In fact even when she wasn't touching him he remained erect, his desire only being stimulated by the anticipation building from her actions. When she slapped him he was once again torn, one part of him hating to be hit under any circumstances, especially when she hadn't held back, then there was the other much newer feeling. It was pleasure, not in the sense of an orgasm or any real physical pleasure but that feeling of excitement that got him wanting more, as if he wanted to be hurt. He was aware enough to realize it wasn't the pain he enjoyed of course, not being twisted to that extent, but being under her control, being forced to submit to her whim, it was unexpectedly intoxicating. He would have to wait and see if it held up or if his desire for her made anything seem exciting at that point, he hoped it was the latter, preferring the thought that he was so sexually hungry for her that anything would turn him on, as opposed to the thought of being treated badly turned him on.

His eyes were a give away to how he was feeling from his current predicament though, as Jasmine forced him to look at her they told it all, no hate or resentment but more lust and want. He swallowed as subject of his previous actions were brought up, not being blindsided by the direction she had taken the conversation as he had expected the rape to be brought up eventually. He didn't have much to say though, at the time he had been so angry, so full of desire he hadn't been able to control himself. It wasn't until he really gave it some thought that he figured out what to say, "I can't justify what I did but I wanted you so badly I couldn't stop myself from taking you, even if it ended up ruining my chance to escape." He looked up at her with a familiar look, one of want and desire, the soft pleasure of her soft skin against the head of his cock reminding him of what was so close, how more sweet ecstasy was right in front of him. Jasmine was worse than a drug for Ashal, she was everything he could possibly desire and it was driving him a bit mad, "Besides, if I did escape I wanted you to remember me, how I felt, how much better I am than Wythe or any other man you laid with afterwards... I wanted to mark you as mine." When he spoke those last words a look of surprise came on his face, as if he had said something he never intended to admit, even to himself.
 
O yes, his eyes showed her everything. That burning desire he held for her, along with his agitation and how badly he wanted to fuck her the way he had last night. His first words only made that all the more clear and she smirked at him, eyebrow lifting as she gently released his chin. It wasn't like he was going to look away. No, she knew that he wanted what she was offering him. Just like all the others did. Be it their lives, or a place in the world. They always wanted what she could give them and give it she would, as long as they did exactly as she told them. Gently her fingers ran along the side of his chin, feeling the coarse hair growing there. Though her fingers paused at his last words. Mark you as mine. Those four words made her eyes dart back to his face, studying him for a moment. She was just as surprised as he was that he had said such a thing. Truly no one had ever said anything like that to her before. She, herself, had never belonged to anyone. Not really. There was the king but that was because she had no choice in the matter. This was different. If she gave herself to this man it would be of her own choice.

After a moment a small snort came from her, giving a shake of her head as she looked away from him. "Mark me as your own, Ashal. in what way would you ever be able to have me? To truly have me? You wish to leave, remember?" Anger swelled in her chest at the mere mention of him leaving her again, hand coming up to grasp the hair at the back of his head and force his head back. "Once this is all done you will run away. Leaving me behind to clean up your mess. How cruel would it be to mark me in some way and then leave?" She gave another shake of her head as she released him, gritting her teeth slightly as she looked him over once again though this time in disgust. "I am done with you." Moving off of him she quickly untied one of his hands, leaving him just like that so she could sit on the edge of the bed. "Go back to the post."
 
Ashal never took his eyes off Jasmine, and he wasn't sure he could, her features being enough to keep any man looking and with his revelation it was only more difficult to do so. Yet when she got angry, well that caused him to at the very least pause, to not say anything for a moment and just listen. She had a point, it would be impossible to claim or mark her as his since he still planned on leaving, but that had been the point at the time, when he had raped her. He had wanted to make it so she wouldn't be able to forget, to burn the feeling of being with him into her body and mind and then disappear, leaving her to want something she could never have. It was slightly different now, he still wanted her, wanted to mark her, but not to hurt her. In fact hurting her was very distant from his mind, instead he wanted to mark her for the simple reason that he wanted no other man to have her. It seemed to be too late to explain that to her though, he had learned at the very least when to disobey her and when it would do nothing but get her to become violent and while he wasn't scared of the woman, he had no desire to set her off on him. So Ashal nodded, looking at her as she untied his hands, his eyes displaying a rather apologetic look even if he didn't speak.

He took a deep breath as his bindings were released, being ordered back to the post was not making it any better. In his head he had pictured their night continuing, some more pleasure and fun, and then if he was lucky some shut eye on the bed with the beautiful figure in front of him. Now he was being told to go back to the post, something worse than simply sleeping on the floor or anywhere else he could think of. He didn't say anything though, he simply stood up from the bed and slowly made his way back over to the post, waiting for her to come over and do what he had a feeling would happen next, to be tied back to the uncomfortable pole. As he waited he couldn't help but consider why she was so mad, sure the rape would make any person angry, but her anger seemed to be grow at mention of his leaving. For a second his pride and confidence made him wonder if perhaps she just didn't want him to leave, the man having to hold back a smirk at the thought, the tough Jasmine being attached to him. The thought quickly disappeared as no matter how badly she wanted him to stay it would never happen, he had to leave her and go back to his people, try and help them rebuild after all of it was over, and if she chased him at the very least he would have to run, to keep her occupied and retain his freedom.
 
Her eyes stayed trained on every move that he made behind her, listening as he untied his other hand and then got off the bed. She even listened to his foot steps as he headed back over to the pole and waited there. For a few silent moments she stayed right where she was, trying to pull herself back together. She couldn't truly contain this urge to possess Ashal, couldn't even pull it in far enough that she could function past what needed to be done. This was the fist time she had ever felt like this before and for once, she didn't want to contain it. Really, she just wanted to force him into never leaving again, to push all thoughts of leaving out of his mind but she knew what would happen. Keeping him chained down would only force him farther away from her. His thoughts of freedom would only grow over time. She needed to find a different way to make him want to stay. Cause the only true way of capturing him was to make him believe that that was what he wanted to.

Pulling in a deep breath she stood up, bending over long enough to grab her shirt off the ground and pull it over her head. Her fingers picked at the dirt that clung to it, trying to dust it off as best as she could as she slowly made her way over to Ashal. She didn't look at him as she moved towards him, keeping her eyes on herself as she tried to brush off the dirt that clung to her skin as well. When she had made it as far as where he had yanked off his pants she picked them up as well, finally looking up at him so she could toss them in his direction. "Put them on." She stayed where she was until he finally pulled his pants on, glaring at him for a moment before she turned on her heels and headed back over to the bed. Reaching out she grabbed one of the pillows, fingers touching it's soft whiteness for a moment before she tossed that too in Ashal's direction. "Be awake before the sun rises or Wythe will catch you untied. Then, you truly will be dead." With one last longing look in his direction she climbed into her bed, pulling the blankets and comforters up and over her head and snuggling down into them. Ashal wouldn't leave, especially since they had made such a deal together. To keep his people safe he would stay. But she knew the moment he was released from that pact he would leave her.
 
When Jasmine tossed Ashal his pants he was surprised, not only that she seemed to have calmed down so quickly but because she had done something so simple, it was odd. His confusion was only furthered when she didn't tie him up again and instead tossed him a fluffy pillow, it was incomprehensible. He dared not say anything though and simply nodded when she advised him to be awake before the sun rose, which he always was. Of course he wanted to say Wythe could do nothing to him and their previous encounters should have been proof enough but he bit his tongue, for another time that day letting his pride be buried for the greater good. As he settled in, putting the pillow on a spot with the least amount of dirt, not wanting to make her pillow too filthy, he began to think, to try and figure out why she had done such out of character things. As much as the man pondered he could only think of a single reasonable explanation, that she was truly hurt. It seemed the idea of him leaving didn't sit well with the beautiful Jasmine and as much as he was sure that would be his eventual decision it didn't stop him from feeling bad, some feelings other than the lust and desire peaking their head out.

The warrior refused to think of it any more knowing what that train of thought would do, knowing how bad it would be if he decided to abandon his people or give in completely to her. In the bedroom it was one thing, he could enjoy what happened because of his submission, but outside of that it was unacceptable. So he took her kind gesture for what it was and didn't think any further, snuggling up and letting himself fall asleep, still exhausted from previous days. As usual Ashal didn't sleep well with the images of the war stuck in his head, dead friends and tribesmen filling his head. It helped him to wake early which was a good thing, made sure not to allow Wythe to cause any trouble or to give Jasmine a hard time because of it. When he woke he stood, taking the pillow and brushing all signs of dirt from its white surface before placing it back on the bed. As he returned her pillow he just stared at Jasmine for a small bit, his eyes soft as he looked upon her gorgeous face, the woman almost appearing sweet in her sleep. The idea was ridiculous though and once again he turned away, thinking not of the more personal feelings and going over to the pole. He then took the rope and did his best to tie himself up, the process being difficult and poorly executed, to the point he could easily escape, but it looked normal enough and nobody would be able to tell the difference, at least they shouldn't be able to, especially the idiot Wythe.
 
She had been hoping that maybe he would find a reason to speak to her further, to confirm that he would atleast hesitate before he left but he gave her nothing. Not even a thank you and that only upset her further. It was as if to say he thought very little of the kindness she had given him. This train of thought was only making her all the more upset. She didn't know what to do. And she couldn't help but second guess every decision she made about the man. She was stumbling and she had no idea how to catch herself.

With a few more tosses and turns she finally decided there was no point in thinking about it, so she closed her eyes, curling up into a ball to try and get some sleep. It took much longer than she had thought it would for her to fully fall asleep, the days events having taking much out of her but her mind keeping sleep at bay. Every few hours she would wake, sitting up enough to make sure that Ashal hadn't run off. As if he was a dog that she had left off his leash and hoped he would stay. It was almost pathetic with which she did this. Waking to check on him. By the time the sun was about to rise she was clearly out. Mind finally unable to keep her body in a restless sleep and allowing her to finally get actual sleep. She slept through Ashal waking up, even through him putting the pillow on the bed, she even slept through him trying to tie himself back up. But the one thing she wasn't going to sleep through was Wythe walking into her tent. The instant his boot past her tent flaps her eyes popped open, as if her body could sense him approach.

Pushing herself over her eyes flickered to the pole, just long enough to make sure Ashal was there before they moved to Wythe. "Good morning General." He gave her a slight smile, looking at Ashal slightly before he walked past and put a tray on the table. Moving over to the bed he sank onto the edge of it, making sure that he was facing Ashal enough that he could keep an eye on him. Reaching out he ran his fingers through Jasmine's hair, frowning slightly as he pulled his hand back and stared at the slight dirt he found there. "Did you not take a bath since the beast got out of his bindings?" His eyes glared at Ashal, hand clenching before Jasmine smacked it away from her. "I took a tumble from my horse last night. It was late and i figured i could take one in the morning." Her green eyes glared at Wythe who's lips had parted as if to say something, though that glare made him shut his trap before he said anything else. "Get the water ready while i make sure our prisoner isn't trying to escape." Wythe gave a nod of his head before he pushed himself up headed over to fetch pails of water.

With a dark sigh jasmine stood, not even daring to look at herself as she walked over to behind Ashal and grabbed at his hands. It was a very thrown together tying but it seemed to have done the trick. "Hmm. Someone can't tie behind his back, i see." she chuckled softly as she gently teased Ashal, quickly tying the ropes back to a proper way before she used Ashal's shoulder to push herself back up. It didn't take long for Wythe to fill the tub and jasmine gently touched the water, frowning at it's cold quality but knowing she didn't have much time before she needed to get out into the camp. Pulling the shirt up and over her head she handed it to Wythe, not caring if the man looked at her body as she lifted herself up and got into the tub. She shivered slightly at the cold temperature, nipples instantly hardening under Wythe's constant watch and the cold water. Slowly she scrubbed at herself, making sure to get every inch she could reach before she ordered Wythe to clean her back. The man did as he was told, gladly grabbing the soap and heading around the back of the tub so he could smirk at Ashal as his fingers ran across jasmine's skin, efficiently touching her more than he needed to as he washed her back.
 
When Wythe finally entered the room Ashal simply looked down at the ground and refusing to look at the annoyance. That was hard to do as the man moved towards Jasmine because he was becoming a tad touchy and that only increased as he heard Wythe take a seat on the bed. When the man spoke he looked up with rage in his eyes despite how much he tried to hide it. Jasmine kept Wythe's attention on her, even coming up with a believable lie in order to cover up suspicion Wythe could have. She continued in that fashion and sent him to fetch some water, and seeing him treated like an errand boy caused Ashal to smirk, he got what he deserved. Jasmine had other plans though, she went behind and tied the rope into a more convincing and tight knot. "Well to be fair I didn't want to tie them well, being restrained makes me a bit uncomfortable you know." After responding to her teasing he shut his mouth, knowing Wythe would be returning and still not feeling like causing trouble if he could help it. He was right as well and soon enough the man came back into the room with what Jasmine had asked for.

Jasmine stripping in front of Wythe made Ashal angry again and he stared at the two of them, finding himself caring now that she was his. It only got worse to see the way the man looked at her. So when he began to wash her back Ashal just stared on, watching each move Wythe made and noticing way too much intimacy for a simple back washing. The looks Ashal was receiving didn't help either and before he knew what he was doing he barked out in protest, though luckily he reverted back to his original language when angered. 'You piece of shit, you just can't accept that your nothing but an errand boy can you.' His voice was harsh and eyes furious but when he finally calmed down enough to think he spoke again, this time so Wythe would understand, "I would think twice about antagonizing me Wythe, we both know I could kill you without too much problem, I mean hell Jasmine had to save your life last night, or did you forget that you were at my mercy like a little bitch?" A wide smirk hit Ashal's face as he looked at the man, confident that no matter what Wythe did that he would come out on top.
 
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