It was a strange mix he was seeing from her. Part of her seemed scared, as if... well, he corrected, she probably was... a virgin. Yet never having tasted the meal didn't seem to mean she didn't hunger for it. He could feel the heat rising from her, as she returned his kiss. Her blush showed how worried she was, yet she was making no move to restrain herself. It was, he guessed, fear. Fear for her life, here in enemy territory, fear that she might die never having tasted life.
His hand went to her breasts again. He ripped outwards, pulling the tattered tunic away from her, leaving her upper body in just her bra. And into the bra went his hand, seeking her hard nipple again, while he kept his lips on hers. He rubbed at her breasts, crushing it, being as gentle as he could, yet finding it hard to restrain himself. Despite her high rank, she was a small, frightened child, and it truly felt like rape, like taking some innocent thing against her will.
But she needed it, he consoled himself, as much as he did.
His hand went to her breasts again. He ripped outwards, pulling the tattered tunic away from her, leaving her upper body in just her bra. And into the bra went his hand, seeking her hard nipple again, while he kept his lips on hers. He rubbed at her breasts, crushing it, being as gentle as he could, yet finding it hard to restrain himself. Despite her high rank, she was a small, frightened child, and it truly felt like rape, like taking some innocent thing against her will.
But she needed it, he consoled himself, as much as he did.