Attention! (IWishThat&Valanaer)

Ashal would never trust Jasmine, it wasn't in her nature to be fair and that was incredibly obvious even after the short amount of time he had spent with her, hell it was obvious before he had been captured. She was simply a sickening person and he knew when it came down to it her external beauty was the only beauty she had at all. The fact that she didn't seem to think he could kill her was what annoyed him the most though, Ashal was a trained warrior and among every single tribe in their nation he was the absolute strongest combatant. The fact that he had been captured was entirely based on his one real weakness, his people. He could have fought and chances were he could have made a gap and escaped but if he had done that he would have had to leave his people behind to die and selfishly save himself. He wasn't going to do that and so he was surrounded by the superior numbers of Jasmine's men and brought to the camp where, whether she admitted it or not, Jasmine found him too intriguing to kill.

It was alright though, he was going to make her mad as well by simply speaking the truth and poking at her nearly taboo attraction to him. It was so obvious though and while she began to deny it he could tell by the things she had done and the way she looked at him. Now that didn't mean she was okay with the fact that she was attracted with him, it was obvious she did not but after her mentioning his race taunted her he understood there was something more than regular hatred. He didn't feel sorry for her though, true it could have been some horrible thing which had been done to her but it wasn't his peoples fault and her actions were covered using some random encounter as an excuse. The water in his face simply wet his hair a bit making it stick to him a bit and actually look a bit sexy, the male shaking his head a bit with a smirk, "I believe you are going to have to fall on your blade then Jasmine because like it or not you have some feelings for me. Unless Wythe's nickname is Ashal." He knew he had to address something else before she changed subject though and he leaned back against the pole, "Hell I will even admit I think you have a very nice body, incredible in fact but I have no real feelings for you, you just have physical beauty going for you."

He relaxed after that, not really caring if she decided to refuse it yet again. Regardless of that she seemed to be coming closer to him again, playing it off as a curiosity and nothing more, and one she couldn't figure out at that. Perhaps she would realize he was right, for the moment he would just let it sink in and see if she figured it out. She did do one thing that surprised him though, Jasmine put the glass of water she had filled, after throwing its previous contents in his face, and tried to get him to drink. It was most likely only to make sure he didn't die and her torment could continue and their game didn't end early but he accepted the drink, not stupid enough to refuse even a sip of the precious liquid, getting as much as he possibly could not knowing if she would pull it away before long.

Ashal's words had no effect on her. If the bastard wanted to think she was nothing more than a monster than so be it but she knew who the true monster was. Who had slaughtered her family and forced themselves on her. It may not of been Ashal's tribe but he was kin to them. His skin bore their color, a color that haunted her nightmares. Gritting her teeth slightly she kept her hand still, allowing Ashal to drink the whole glass before she pulled it back once again. Her eyes left him for a moment to look to the glass in slight disgust, debating on whether to throw it away or not. After a moment she stood and headed back over to where she had gotten it, turning it over and gently setting it down beside the tray. She would most likely need it later. "Truly, you do not understand what i mean. Just another mark against your intelligence." She spoke softly, reaching over and pulling at the lid of a tray that had been sitting beside the pitcher and glass since before they had both walked in.

It contents would make any hungry stomach churn with hunger, a beautifully cooked chicken sitting in the middle of the tray. Reaching out she grabbed at a piece and pulled it off, bringing it to her lips and quickly eating it. It was delicious, perfectly cooked. Enough for the both of them if she actually decided to give him some. Grabbing another hunk she turned to look at Ashal, eyebrow lifting slightly as she bite off a piece of that hunk. Silently she ate, watching the man across the room as she did so. It was almost in a taunt, taunting him to come and get the food, holding it before him where he could not get it.

"You were a great warrior." She seemed to be once again contemplating something, looking the man over rather slowly as if she actually saw him for the first time. "I'm sure you are able to get out of your ropes if you so wished. Even with the way you were battered and bruised on the battle field. Even with the wounds i have carved into your skin." She paused for a moment, leaning back against the table. "Remarkable skill." There was awe in her voice, almost an unmistakable want in her voice. She really did want him. Her fingers could still feel the warmth of his skin, as if he was much warmer than she was. "Your down fall is your people." Sighing softly she turned and grabbed the platter, heading back over to Ashal and placing it before him, right between his legs. "if you are hungry enough i'm sure you will find a way to eat." With that she headed over to her bed, blowing out the candles that lit the room along the way. Pulling back the covers she climbed inside, putting out the last light and snuggling down into the pillows. It probably wouldn't take long for her to figure out if Ashal was willing to go hungry or not. Or if his only thought was to be free.

If Jasmine decided to underestimate both Ashal's resourcefulness and intelligence he would most definitely be able to win their little bet, his ability to surprise her would be the downfall of the beauty. It did annoy him a bit however at the attitude she had towards herself, it was as if she believed not only was she superior but the better person between them, as if because of what happened to her in the past she had the right to do whatever she wanted and be in the right. It was unacceptable and frankly more than a little ridiculous. Then a thought came to him, perhaps he should simply play the bad guy, let her think he truly was the trash she believed him to be and before he defeated her give the woman a taste of her own medicine, that would be the worst thing he could possibly do to the monster. That was when a very shaky idea began to form, one where he escaped as she slept and went over to her bed and raped her, it would be the ultimate way to destroy her confidence. Not only did his people already do something bad to her but she wouldn't even touch him, as he imaged her reaction to being touched forcefully by him he couldn't help but think it was exactly what she deserved even if it was horrible of him, not to mention his people were gone so even if he didn't succeed they couldn't be executed by the icy bitch.

So he just finished the water and watched her, ignoring the appeal of the beautiful cooked chicken and instead focusing on Jasmine, a smirk on the mans face as she seemingly tried to temp him, the warrior not caring for the meat in his current state, more hungry for revenge and retribution than sustenance. It was quite an interesting scenario running through his head and it was an act he would never have resorted to in a regular situation but after the humiliation he suffered earlier and her continued attitude he couldn't help but think it was a rather ingenious plan, revenge of the most sinister and humiliating sort. Surely she couldn't expect such a thing either, he had made his dislike for her rather clear, at least on a personal level and the bet had been to defeat her and escape. The thing was she had never specifically said he had to fight her and this could work just as well, perhaps even better if her mental state was bad enough after the event. It was just a matter of luck and opportunity.

He would have to wait though if he even decided to go through with it, wait until she finished talking and went to sleep, wait for the chance to take out the guard on the other side of the door, and a chance to keep her quiet as he did the deed. There were plenty of things in the room to help him though and the guard wouldn't be a problem as long as he was stealthy about taking him down. His biggest concern was the aggravating woman and target of his, she would have to be asleep and stay asleep as he did what he had to do and even when he finished with the guard he would have to get on her quick before she woke and figured out what was going on. She seemed to almost read his mind though as she put the food in front of him and went over to her bed, as if giving him the chance to enact his plan sooner rather than later. Ashal did not move though, acting as if her last little comment had irked him and leaning back against the pole, he would have to make sure she went to sleep before he did anything, being caught by her would not only ruin his attempt but likely have more guards watching him from then on and that was the last thing he needed, so he waited, even if he had to wait for hours he would find the perfect time.

It wasn't quite a long wait but Ashal hadn't heard any real movement for awhile and Jasmine's breathing seemed soft so he assumed she was asleep. The warrior slowly and quietly slipped out of the loose ropes, his trick working like a charm, and without a sound stood to his feet. At first it was difficult, their was soreness and pain all over but it wasn't more than he could handle and after a moment he was good and ready to move. So he made his way quietly to the tents exit and looked outside carefully, unfortunately their were two guards but he had an idea of how to handle them, he would be able to take one out immediately and if he were fast enough the second wouldn't have a chance to make much of a sound. So he silently got behind the first man and launched forward, grabbing him by the chin and snapping the neck, it was the younger man who had put his clothing back on. That was over quick and the second man turned as he heard the body drop, preparing to scream until he was tackled by Ashal, the warriors hand around his throat so nothing was coming out. Despite the soldiers resistance he didn't have a chance and before he could do anything to stop Ashal he was dead, his windpipe crushed and nothing but the thud to the ground able to be heard.

At this point the warrior was confident he had successfully taken out the guards without waking Jasmine and he dragged the bodies behind some crates before sneaking back in to the tent. He slowly made his way over to her bed and looked down at the sleeping woman, hatred and lust both filling him at the same time and he felt himself hardening quickly. He would enjoy this on many levels and as he inched ever closer he found himself grinning with thoughts of taking the woman against her will, of showing her how horrible he could really be. It was an impossible thing to hold back and before he knew it he had moved over her, his weight down on the sleeping woman. One of his hands immediately went to her mouth and covered it, the other moving up under her clothing and to the lovely breast that were underneath, wanting to touch them a bit before he really had his way with her, running his hand up her smooth skin until he got to the amazing fleshy orb above. It was amazing and the feel of her was better than simply looking, the look on his face intensifying as he waited for her to wake, wanting to see the look on her face when she realized what was going on, who was touching her.

She had waited, of course she had waited. Had waited for him to do something, to move, something. Anything other than his steady breathing. which in all honesty was an odd sound seeing as she usually slept alone. Every now and again boots would sound outside the tent, signalling the guards that moved around patrolling. Though she couldn't necessarily say it was a bad sound. Really it helped lull her into sleep, made her calm and slip into a restful sleep that she hadn't had in a long time. She didn't wake a short time later when Ashal escaped from his ropes, she didn't even wake when he moved across the dirt and the rugs to head out the front flaps. She didn't even wake when he killed her two guards. No, she didn't even wake when he headed back inside to stare down at her. Nothing more than a soft mumble as she turned in her sleep, laying on her back with her head to the side. The soft pressure on the bed didn't even wake her.

It wasn't until hands touched her that she stirred, a hand covering her perfectly red lips and slipped across her stomach. For a moment her mind told her that it was only Wythe, coming in to try and seduce her. Trying to get himself back into her favor since he had over stepped his bounds before. This wouldn't be the first time he had done such a thing, wouldn't be the first time that he had come to her bed in the middle of the night but the touch was different. The hands were.. rougher.. less seductive. As if there was no real feelings behind the actions other than lust. It was only then that her eyes slipped open, blinking in the darkness as she tried to pull her mind back into the present and figure out what was going on.

Reaching out she pressed her hands against the man's chest, shivering at the warm skin she found there. So much different than Wythe felt, so much more electrifying. She gasped, a warm hand covering her breast and making her back arch into the touch. It was then that her eyes narrowed, focusing on the face that was above her, breath quickening when she truly realized who it was. Ashal. Ashal was touching her. A little voice in the back of her mind was over joyed only for a moment before something else, something darker inside herself crushed it down into fine dust. The bastard had gotten loose and was doing this! He had gotten loose without her knowing and was trying to do what? Humiliate her! Fuck her even! Rape her!

The thought boiled her blood and she pushed against the much larger figure above her, lips parting to bite at the hand covering her mouth. Of course she wasn't going to stand for it, especially now that since the moment she realized who it was her skin tingled. It tingled where this bastard was touching her, as if trying to convince her to let such a low being invade her. To just allow him to do what he wished and fuck her. Like hell. Shifting a hand she reached out, grabbing hold of Ashal's hair and pulling hard, trying to use the pain it would cause the man to put him off balance, shifting a leg to use it as leverage. If she could push them over she would have the upper hand. She would be able to get away from the bastard, be able to get him far enough away that she could hit him and possibly get the knife she kept in the draw beside her bed. If she could just roll them over he would be done for. So she pushed, with all her might, using one hand on his chest and the other on the bed to try to roll him, not releasing his hair as she tugged on that as well.

It all went so well, he had taken out the guards like they were greenhorns and then made his way back to Jasmine. It only continued to get better as she didn't wake immediately, the beautiful woman's body reacting favorably to his touch. Whether or not the conscious Jasmine really wanted her it was obvious that her body and his were quite compatible and he was going to enjoy taking her in a carnal way. When his touch finally did wake Jasmine though she immediately reached up and touched his chest as if trying to figure out who exactly was atop her, the slender hands feeling his hot chest. At the same time her back arched and she pushed her breast into her hand, "You like that I see..." He whispered with a mischievous grin, he was going to enjoy watching her squirm once she figured out it was him atop her and not another one of her men.

He knew she had figured it out when her heartbeat quickened, the hand on her breast doing more than getting a nice feel of her loft flesh, it was also sensing as she was startled out of her sleepy state. He looked her right in the eyes as she stared up at him and it was all there, everything she was feeling revealed through those two beautiful eyes. No doubt she knew what his intentions were and she had to be scared, or at least so angry that she would soon start trying to remove him by force, something he was entirely ready for and would do his best to not let happen, he couldn't let it end quickly, he wanted to make it last a good time before he made his escape, give her something to remember him by. That being the case when she bit his hand he just winced and endured it licking his lips after a second, "Try harder than that..." He said taunting her, only to feel her hand dig in to his hair soon after, a small grunt escaping as he resisted her tug, the pain being on thing but he wouldn't allow it to affect him no matter how hard she pulled, that kind of pain was nothing though it was a bit distracted.

That combined with her leg nearly did the trick, the added force as she tried to push him over. He wasn't going to let her get away that quickly, he pushed back just as hard and grabbed the leg and throwing it back on the bed. He leaned in close and whispered to her, "I think I am going to let your mouth go, I want to hear you beg and curse, I want to hear you moan when I take you... Just don't call out for help unless you're weak and can't handle me yourself." The smirk on his face was way too sinister and part of him was liking the situation for more than revenge as if it was part of his inner nature. He finally removed his hand and slid both down to her perfect thighs, feeling her body for a moment and then beginning to slowly remove the lower piece of clothing, wanting to reveal her panties and then get to the best part, daring her to stop him as he took his time removing her clothing.

She growled in frustration when he pushed her leg back down, it muffled behind the hand. This wasn't working. It wasn't like she could over power him but she had a few things he didn't. Like a clear head when his was so obviously filled with his revenge. Or how about a womanly advantage. No matter how badly it disgusted her she could wait, wait until he was too distracted with her body to knock him out. He wouldn't see it coming and she would be able to effectively get him back for this. He should of thought further ahead, like maybe, bringing the rope with him. Without it her hands were still free which was going to be his down fall as well. It was a good plan but her skin tingled where he touched her and she couldn't help but feel herself getting turned on. Her breath hitched when his hand moved from her mouth and down to her thigh, eyebrows crunching together and hands moving to Ashal's chest once more. "Stop now and you won't wake up in the morning with a head ache."

She said nothing more, she had even stopped fighting, allowing him to lift her up enough to pull the small pair of shorts she had on. Her breath quickened, his gaze lighting her blood on fire. The chemistry between the two of them was obvious. No matter how much she denied this she knew how badly every fiber in her body screamed out for him to touch her more. To kiss her and have his way with her. It was an electrifying feeling and it fucking scared her. Air brushed her most sensitive area as her panties disappeared as well, it already wet with desire. She gulped, hands grasping hold of Ashal's shoulders and giving him a firm push. One that seemed less like she was fighting and more like she was trying to keep him at arm's length.

How was she supposed to get through something like this? Without completely thinking her hand swung out, punching Ashal across the face. "Enough!" She snapped the word out, fear in those green orbs but also complete and utter anger. Honestly she had planned to allow him to go further, for him to become so engrossed in what he was doing that he wouldn't realize what he was doing until it was too late but she just.. couldn't wait that long. Couldn't give in any longer than she already had. Shifting she wiggled, trying to move further away. She wiggled just far enough away to place her foot on Ashal's stomach, giving him a push and trying to keep him away as she reached out for her nightstand. The one that held her knife. If she could reach it she could keep him at bay. Maybe even beat some sense into him again. This hadn't been what she had been expecting at all. Honestly she thought he would try to knock her and her guards out and run off but not this. Didn't he hate her? Didn't he despise her? Then why the fuck was he trying to rape her!

Ashal wasn't able to contain himself, with each sound and reaction Jasmine made towards his advances the more he wanted it, the more he wanted her. He hadn't really though ahead though, in his mind he would have his fun with her, make sure she remembered everything, and then swiftly make his getaway, clean and simple. Of course in his mind it would all go perfectly, he would easily take Jasmine and escape the enemy encampment without any trouble. It was a mix of arrogance and reckless abandon and as he looked down at the beautiful woman he didn't even begin to rethink his strategy, he simply smirked as she asked him to stop and spoke in a taunting voice, "The only person that will be aching in the morning is you, I will be gone and you... You will be lying here remembering what I did." That was the most important part for Ashal, he wanted Jasmine to remember what was done with her, that was why he hadn't knocked her out and that was why he didn't get straight to it, he would make it last and have fun with her.

Jasmine seemed to be accepting it for a moment, she gave him room to pull off her small shorts, his body shivering as he looked at her long beautiful legs and down to her panties. The male licked his lips, his eyes looking into hers and absorbing every ounce of hatred, letting it fuel his actions as he removed her panties as well. It was beautiful and as he looked down he could see how wet she was, once again revealing how much she wanted it deep down. Her pride seemed to come back as her most private area was exposed though, the woman reaching up and keeping him at arms length, though for the moment he wasn't really trying to get in close, just smiling and enjoying the view, touching her smooth legs and letting her see the hunger in his eyes. A punch was soon sent his way though and while he took it full on it didn't hurt at all, being at her arms full length lessening the power behind the blow to the point of making Ashal laugh at her efforts. "You keep denying it but I can see the parts of you that want it, the desire in your eyes and of your body for me. So I am going to give you want you really want, force my way past that layer of fear and make your dreams come true."

A snicker had escaped before he realized she was trying to get away, the woman shifting and wiggling away just enough to get her foot in his stomach, a smart move indeed. The man decided to use his brute strength to stop her escape, taking a second to regain his composure after being kicked, needing several seconds before his breath came back and enough time for her to move a good distance. Then, before she escaped his reach completely, he reached out and grabbing both of her legs, dragging the woman back as hard as he could, his body desiring what she was trying to deny him. "Stop struggling!" Ashal growled angrily as he brought her back over to him, his left hand gripping her leg and the other moving down and moving his clothing just enough to allow his rock hard cock to spill out and reveal itself to Jasmine. "Let's see if you moan my name when I am actually inside you why don't we..." The man smirked as he put both hands on her thighs and began to spread them wide, admiring her beautiful form for a moment, not in a rush to do anything.

"Like hell." she practically spit the words out at him. o, now she was seriously going to hurt the bastard. Saying that she would be wolloing in fucking pity over him raping her. No, better yet if he did manage to get away she would be sending dogs and half of her men after him just to drag him the fuck back so she could beat him senseless. Raping her hadn't been part of the deal. Touching her hadn't either and now that he had she was going to make him pay. Her fingers grazed the stand and she kicked out, using Ashal's stomach as leverage to push her just far enough to yank the draw open. By the time she was being pulled back the knife was in her hand, grasping it tightly as she looked back at Ashal. His fingers pulled apart her thighs, once again revealing to him her most intimate area once again before she clamped her legs closed. Strong thighs keeping them that way. Though he wouldn't get much more out of her before her hand came up, knife slicing through the skin on his cheek before she sat up and punched him with her other hand.

Spinning kicked him as well, just for good measure before she pushed herself back and almost toppled off the bed. "if you really thought this would work then you must be out of your damn mind!" She practically yelled the words at the bastard, pushing herself up and to her feet. It was obvious that she was shaking, though whether it was from desire or from fear even she didn't know. "Now then, either come at me like a fucking man or bow down respectively." She smirked slightly, rather pleased with herself that she had gotten away from the bastard. It was more difficult than she had first thought it would be but then again, she hadn't thought he would try and rape her either.

Now that they were on more even ground she knew she would be able to kick his ass. He had surprised her before, pinned her down while she had been asleep and caught her off guard but he wasn't going to get that chance again. Now that she knew he had that kind of thing in mind she would be tying his ropes herself, hands and feet. Like hell she was going to make it that easy twice in a row. "You don't fight fair."

Ashal knew he had taken much too long toying with Jasmine when he spotted the knife in her hand but before he could react it sliced his cheek, the only reason it didn't leave a giant gash was that he moved at the last second, avoiding a major injury. The cut still hurt like hell and after receiving a much more powerful punch and a spinning kick he was left discombobulated for a minute. By the time he got his focus back Jasmine was out of his grasp and now armed, the woman screaming at him, apparently she wouldn't accept him taking her down a notch. "Perhaps I am out of my damn mind but this isn't quite over yet, I have killed your guards, all I have to do is do something with you and then I can leave, though I still think I need to leave my mark on you before I go..." He muttered the last part and got into a better position, knowing that she had to have some combat skill and with a knife she could end up being quite dangerous. Regardless, Ashal was comfortable with his fighting abilities and he wasn't going to let her walk all over him knife of not.

So he slowly approached her, the grin on his face making it obvious that he wasn't all that scared of the woman, nor all that scared of death. He had been around it long enough and one of the few things worth dying for was punishing the woman responsible for hurting so many of his people. "Tell me, if I fight unfair what exactly do you call killing innocent people with a larger and better equipped army?" He didn't expect an answer to his question, he was merely trying to keep her focused on talking as he got off of the bed and on stead ground, his hands up and his eyes focused on every movement Jasmine would be making. He knew that it he could get the knife away he could finish this, all he would need to do was be a bit more careful, make sure she couldn't move, because as fun as watching her squirm and fight was it wasn't worth missing out on the opportunity all together, if he hadn't already.

The male wasn't going to be patient, the longer he spent waiting to make a move the more time he gave Jasmine to think. So without a moments hesitation he moved in quickly, one hand going up in an attempt to grab the wrist of the hand holding the knife, and the other going for her leg, hoping to take her down again so he could use his weight to his advantage, something he should have done earlier. Oddly enough Ashal was still hard in the situation, the stinging cut on his cheek and the knife in Jasmine's hands was not enough to ruin the excitement for him, his hands already having touched the soft skin and his eyes already having viewed her beautiful slit, and now all he had to do was take her down and it would all be his, he would take her and finally have some revenge.

Her eyes followed every step that he made, making sure to keep him in front of her just in case he decided to launch himself at her again. She knew this wasn't the end of the fight. Knew it right down to her bones. There wasn't the sense of victory she always felt when she knew she had won or that feeling of defeat. No there was neither at the moment. Only excitement. Only desire and frustration, agitation at having not stopped him. A small smile slipped up the corner of her lips, rather enjoying this now that they were on more equal levels. It may not of started as she would of hoped if she had had time but now, now she could deal with this a little better.

"If you truly think that leaving my tent is going to get you any closer to home then your wrong. You still have my camp to get through, which is surrounded by not only guards but dogs. If you even manage to get out of my tent you will be dead before i can stop them." It was a guarantee, not a guess. His people were no longer here which meant that he was an enemy in their camp. Whether her men knew that he was here because he was supposed to be or not didn't matter. They would kill him on sight because he was an enemy. For no other reason than that. He was a threat, one that had taken many of their comrades and they would kill him. "the only way for you to safely get out of her is to take me with you and like hell i'm going to allow that."

Her feet moved once he was off the bed, taking a few steps back and lifting the knife so she could jab or slice him if he jumped at her once again. "Orders." That was the only answer she was going to give the bastard. She had been trained since she was a child to follow her orders no matter what they were and this one she couldn't help but enjoy. His very race irked her and filled her sleep with nightmares. She had been a little too eager to follow them through.

When he jumped at her she dodged, just enough to avoid the hand going for her leg but that meant he could grab her arm. Instead she used his own momentum against himself and bent her leg, throwing it as hard into Ashal's groin as she possibly could. Couldn't fuck her if his fucking penis was broken, right? The thought made her smirk. That had probably hurt. Twisting she grabbed his hair once again, pushing him down so that he was forced to go fully down to the ground again, though her arm stayed in his grasp. There wasn't much she could do about that.

The dogs were news to Ashal, sure the guards killing him on sight wasn't pleasant but he could deal with that if he salvaged a uniform and killed whoever was watching. The dogs on the other hand would smell him and track him no matter how good everything went during his escape, he would have to try and make it to the woods but the closest wooded area was in the opposite direction of his people, he would have to figure that part out on the fly. The situation at hand was more pressing, he had plenty of time to escape if he could only deal with her it would be so much easier and he would be so much more satisfied. "I think I can manage, you forget whose land you and your people are on, not to mention of those guards outside were any indication of the rest of your men then I believe it should be a breeze. Besides, dogs just love me." Ashal grinned at the thought of the vicious dogs just rolling over on their backs for him like puppies, it wouldn't happen but he could just kill them and move on, he had fought bigger animals to fed the village, a dog or two would be manageable if he was careful about it.

The bitch had the audacity to say she was just following orders though and that set him ablaze a bit, she could have taken over their country without slaughtering innocent civilians and torturing people for the fun of it. Then there were the slaves and after what happened earlier they were being treated likes whores as opposed to laborers. It could have been his rage or lust but when he moved in for her he didn't even think about what she would do an instead moved in like some kind of raging bull, one tracked mind and all. So when his stomach sank due to the blow to his groin he was surprised as well as feeling an extreme amount of pain. He coughed a bit as she continued to grab his hair once more and shove him to the ground. Despite the pain he still wasn't going to back down though and he kept a firm grip on her hand as he went down.

He didn't have many options left from his current position but he wasn't ready to give up, the sudden idea that it was a possibility making him panic a bit. If he were beaten by Jasmine then she would make the rest of his no doubt short life a living hell. So he gripped down around her wrist, just thankful the knife wasn't a threat for the moment, and twisted his body around, using his grip to try and bring her to the ground as well, trying to ignore all the pain shooting through his body, from his groin to his hair. It would be worth a bit of pain to get back on top though, to disarm her to get some control, because if it didn't work there was a serious chance he would be completely fucked.

Her eyes narrowed, wondering if this was possibly the end. Maybe he would give in now, now that she had hurt him in such a way. He had cried out so beautifully the last time she had beat him, maybe this time he would as well. Maybe she could make him beg this time, beg her to end the pain to give him some kind of relief. Or maybe she could force him to gravel at her feet. The thought was a beautiful one but one that kept her distracted. When he tugged on her wrist it was with little effort that she fell, crying out in pain as her shoulder and then head hit the ground. There was surely going to be a bruise on both of them. Gritting her teeth she tried to shift, trying to yank her arm from his grasp so that she could get up once more. Though in her efforts the knife slipped from her grasp, clinking to the ground. the sound only made her heart beat speed up, eyes going wide as she looked up at Ashal once more.

Ashal was going to win! He was going to do to her what others wanted but couldn't have. She couldn't.. just couldn't allow this to happen. So she struggled, free hand coming up to push against his chest once again, trying to get him away so that she could once again find her footing but it wasn't working. The man was just too large, too much of an opposing force to just simply push away. Fear shot through those crystal green eyes once again, making them dart to the tent flaps for a moment before looking at Ashal again. Maybe.. Maybe she could get the attention of a guard. Someone.. anyone that could stop this fucking bastard from doing something to her but she knew.. knew it was going to be at least another hour before the night watch made their rounds again. Ashal could already be gone by then. Could already have had his way with her and find a way out of the camp.

The thought made her shudder, using her legs to kick out at Ashal. Anything to get him away from her, anything that didn't involve him picking up the knife. Or finding some way of pinning her down. She had to get away. Had to get away before he forced himself inside her, even though the thought made her crave him all the more. She couldn't allow this!

Managing to bring Jasmine down to the ground had been accomplishment enough but hearing the knife hit the ground made it so much better, her expression priceless as she realized what had just happened. By that time Ashal had won back his confidence, the horrifying thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as he moved his body and got on top of her, his weight sitting on her legs and making any struggle with that part of her body useless. The trip from the bed to the floor had also put him within reach of the rope he had been tied up with as well, a satisfying thing but he had something better in mind, something more fun. Without bothering to say a word he reached up and grabbed the shirt she was wearing, ripping it down the center and tugging it off her. The man looked down with a smirk, grabbing her hands and bringing them together, his strength overpowering her quite easily as he wrapped the torn clothing around her wrists and tightened it as much as he could. It looked better than rope, tying the beauty up with her own garments a more satisfying feeling than using the easier rope solution. "That suits you quite nice, your shirt being used as cuffs instead of covering your filthy body... Just one problem..." His smirk grew wider as he reached down and snapped her bra like he had the shirt, letting her beautiful breasts spill out.

The sight was enough to get his blood flowing again, the beautiful mounds and perfect nipples getting an immediate rise out of him, his cock beginning to harden once more and pressing down on her stomach due to his position. The man reached out and began to touch the two amazing breasts, kneading them between his fingers and just to mess with her going as far as to squeeze the delicate nipple. "Why such a horrid person would have such a fine body is truly a mystery..." He muttered before stopping and moving a hand up, cupping her cheek as he leaned down, his face near hers, "I am going to enjoy this..." Ashal rose from her body, his weight gone but her hands still tied, and reached down, picking the woman up and easily throwing her on her back on the soft bed, not for comfort but for his own selfish convenience. He wasn't going to fuck her immediately now though, not after what happened and not now that he had her hands so neatly out of the way, no he was going to have even more fun with it. So he walked over to the edge of the bed and looked down at her, "I want you to suck my cock a bit, get it nice and wet before I fuck you..." He knew she wouldn't like that idea but if she said no it would only get uglier, he would have to punish her and take what he wanted, be harsher instead of humiliating her. Besides, right then the thing he wanted to hurt the most was her pride, not her body.

She only struggled harder when she felt her leg's pinned, managing to slap the bastard across the face a few times before she felt her shirt ripped. Button's popped and flew in every direction, leaving her gasping and in quiet shock. It only lasted for a minute before she swung at him again, anger raging inside when her hand was caught instead and forced above her head where they were tied. This wasn't looking good. She had lost her one moment to stay above him, to end this stupid game and get out still in tact. But now, now he was winning and the defeat was becoming obvious in her eyes as the anger led to fear in them. He was really going to rape her.

Her hands clenched into fists as he ripped her bra from her as well, whimpering softly as she bit her bottom lip. She could feel his eyes on her, as if they were hands groping and touching already. It was only a moment later that his hands really did touch her, making her gasp out and wiggle beneath him as if still trying to get away. "Release me! And i'll have the decency not to kill you later." She growled the words out, eyes narrowed up at Ashal's face as he groped her breasts. The sensation sent electricity through her veins but she refused to let him know that. Refused to let him know how good it truly felt to have his hands on her. As if this was some sick perverted dream she was having. One where she woke up and Ashal was stilled tied to the pole.

"Fuck you." She hissed the words out in response, pulling her face from his grasp before she found herself once again without him on top of her. The slight freedom made her wiggle, trying to push herself up and to her feet so she could possibly have a chance but he didn't give her the moment it would take, grabbing her and throwing her to the bed once again. She bounced on it once before she pushed herself up slightly, not being able to contain the sarcastic laugh that came from his demand. "If you truly think i'm going to put that disgusting thing in my mouth willingly your dead wrong!" She shifted then, rolling across the bed so that she could put her feet on the other side. Like that she sprinted, trying to make it to the tent flaps before he got to her. Like hell she was just going to lay there and take this bullshit. Take being threatened like that. If she couldn't beat him at least she could fucking run.

Despite taking a few more hits Ashal was able to do as he wanted with Jasmine and the situation seemed to have dawned on her. That didn't stop the woman from barking at everything though, her tongue still sharp and it really only made the situation more fun, the beauty trying to fight with words alone. She didn't seem to like the idea of sucking his cock though, her words and then actions both seeming to indicate one thing, she was more scared than ever. When she tried to run he was ready for it, not that he knew but he had a feeling she wouldn't be staying put for long and as she darted off towards the door her grabbed her from behind, dragging her all the way back to the bed and slamming her down, this time not giving her an option as her used his weight to hold her as he moved his hips up towards her face. He gave her a small smirk as if he had won yet again, trying to make her feel hopeless as he stroked her cheek quite gently.

The grin on his own face soon took the place of the smirk though and his hand moved away as a small chuckle escaping his lips, the satisfaction evident as he soon prodded her luscious lips with his cock, "Open up." He didn't let her do it but instead reached a hand down and forced her jaws apart, being extremely rough with her before shoving the entire length of his cock into her mouth, no hesitation and absolutely no concern for her. He wasn't going to let her bite though, his hand stayed firmly in place so insure she wouldn't be doing anything they would both regret as he pumped his hard cock into her mouth over and over. "Oh god your mouth is good... I was just going to have you lube me up quickly and be done with it but I think I will enjoy this for a minute..." The male moaned at the end of his sentence, continuing to thrust his hips and drive his cock deep down with every movement.

He didn't use her mouth for too long though, the risk of losing himself in the pleasure and loosening his grip on her jaw being too much for his comfort. Instead he pulled it out when the humiliation had been done, and some pleasure had been gained, already having made his small unspoken point. As he withdrew his hips he had to rub it in a bit, sliding off of the bed and looking down at Jasmine as he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, "Tell me, how was it having my cock in your mouth?" His tone was a teasing tone, trying to push her buttons and make her angry at what had just been done, though he doubted that needed to be done he couldn't stop. "Was it what you thought it would be?" He wanted her angrier before he did the actual act, his hands just holding her legs, ready to go in at any time but waiting, waiting for the look on her face and anger in her voice to come out, to excite him further as he tormented her as she had tormented so many.

A cry left her lips when he grabbed her, one of anger that ended off in kind of a grow. She kicked and wiggled, trying almost anything to get out of Ashal's grasp, anything to keep her from being placed on that bed again. Though it was really now use, finding herself once more on the bed. This time with him above her in such a way that she couldn't move. Her bright eyes went wide as that hard thing touched her lips, turning her head so that instead it was pressed against her cheek. Those whole thing excited her body, made her yearn for him in a way she had never yearned for anyone. He was stronger than her, faster than her, able to take her down. It was exciting. Maybe this was what she had seen in him, what her gut had been trying to tell her that first day she had seen him. He was able to take out multiple men at once just like her. As long as she had a sword in her hand no one could stop her.

'Like he-" her words were stopped as fingers thrust into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart before something much bigger took their place. She choked, tears forming in her eyes from the unexpectedness. It was huge, much bigger than she was used to. Clamping her eyes shut she tried to pull her face away but he only followed, pushing her further into the bed and forcing himself as far into her mouth as he could. It only made her gag, throat clamping around the hard member inside it. This was humiliating. She was going to fucking kill him when she got the chance.

When he finally pulled away she coughed, drool slipping down her chin as she glared up at the bastard. His words were only met with silence, gritting her teeth as she was pulled back towards him. The bastard was winning and she knew it but there was one thing she knew she could do, if she couldn't get away from him. "Don't flatter yourself." She huffed darkly, pulling a calm mask over her face. He wanted her angry, wanted her pissed off and fighting, right? Then why give it to him. "Having a cock forced into my mouth in such a way is hardly what i thought it would be. At least clean yourself before you do such a damn thing. What, did you expect me to enjoy such a nasty and disgusting thing being in my mouth? At least the last man who did this to me had had the deceny to fucking bath first." She huffed darkly, looking away from the bastard. "At least i kill and pillage because i am ordered to. I have no other choice. What is your reason? I let your people go. I fucking gave you a chance to get away and yet here you are, acting lower than i thought of you." She shook her head slightly. "All your doing is proving every theory i've ever had of your race." O yes, now it was her to turn to piss him off. If he was going to fuck her anyways then maybe she could get her own kind of blows in, especially since actually hitting the fucking bastard wasn't doing much more than making him attack her more.

The gagging as he shoved his cock inside her mouth was music to Ashal's ears, the man wanting nothing more than to make her take some kind of humiliation and there was no way it didn't bother her. To make matters better she had a few tears sliding down her face and her moaned in delight, just the sight of the strong woman crying voluntarily or not really turned him on and he could only start at her as she spoke, listening with a small smirk on his face. Unfortunately for her he wasn't bothered by her comments but only encouraged to try a bit harder, to either really piss her off or make sure she couldn't hide her anger. "It's dirty because you never offered me a bath, though your mouth did a good job cleaning me off. As for why I am doing this... I guess it's simply because I want to." It was the truth, as sweet as revenge was he wanted to rape her, the combination of lust and giving her a taste of her own medicine had overridden his wish to leave the camp immediately. "So, you can keep talking if you wish but I believe moans will be all I hear before too long." He laughed as his fingers rubbed her clit a bit to tease her.

He didn't want to give her time to complain so he soon aligned himself and in one rough thrust shoved all the way into her, a satisfied grin on his face as he held back a slight moan. He looked down at Jasmine, wanting to see her face as he went all the way into her in one fell swoop. He wasn't going to be gentle with her, that was not his intention as he reached out and grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it hard as he pulled himself out and shoved himself just as hard as the first time, each thrust as he continued being hard and ruthless as he shoved up into her seeking out his own pleasure. His other hand went down to play with her clit though, the male not completely heartless, besides he wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure, he wanted proof that she enjoyed it in some way just so she couldn't refute it as he continued on.

He leaned in close as he continued though, his lean body pressing down on the delicate Jasmine. "Hey, what would you do if I got you pregnant?" His voice was tinged with a sadistic tone and he nibbled on her ear feigning intimacy despite it all. He was sure she hated him at the moment and that was what he wanted, he wanted the woman to feel so powerless and full of hate and he couldn't think of a better way to do that then say something that would no doubt horrify the woman, though he would never subject a child to be raised by such a crude bitch, nor would he want to abandon any child of his. He was of course showing a dark side of himself but deep down he was the hero of his people, their leader and more concerned with others than himself, except at the very moment. In that moment he was only looking at Jasmine as his play thing, for the brief amount of time he remained in the camp he would focus on her and when he was out he would forget about it and get back to his people, prepare them for the rest of what was to come from the ruthless enemies they face, from Jasmine and her king.

He huffed darkly. Maybe she would have offered him a bath if he hadn't been such a fucking asshole the whole damn time. He was the one acting like a stupid idiot and trying to play dumb. How would she ever hold him in any kind of standing if he was acting like he knew nothing? Dog's didn't get baths. Dog's laid in their own filth at their masters feet. She didn't say anything, glaring at him instead. The had to be some way to get out of this, some way for her to single a man outside her tent without Ashal knowing. If he knew, he would run. Loosing his chance at freedom wasn't worth this, was it? Especially since if she finally did get him tied up again she would make sure he couldn't move because he was in so much pain. Fuck, maybe she'd even make him feel what it was like to get fucked like this, unwilling but being forced anyways. She was sure she could find someone willing to humiliate the bastard in such a way. Especially after doing this to her. That thought made her calm slightly, the only thing breaking it was the rough entry.

This time she did scream, pain ripping through her as he forced his way inside her. He was bigger than Wythe, bigger than she was used to and being thrusted into so roughly fucking hurt. The tears started anew, shaking her head as she laid there whimpering. Gently she bit her lip, not being able to stop herself from arching into Ashal's rough touch. No one had ever touched her like this since that day. Since the day she had been raped. She had been able to keep them at bay, been able to scare them into thinking she could kill them if she wanted but Ashal, Ashal was different. He took what he wanted from her, had the strength to do so, the fire and will inside to not be scared of her. It drew her to him. When his fingers touched her clit once again she contained the moan, body wiggling beneath him, back still arched enough that she was half pressed against the man above her.

The question made her shudder, eyes clamping shut. If he got her pregnant..? The thought sent a delightful tingle through her. If she had his child he would be forced to stay with her forever, wouldn't he? He would have no choice but to stay, to stay with her. Even if he didn't want to, even if he hated her. He would be there and he wouldn't be able to leave. She allowed the silence to be her answer, teeth biting down on her bottom lip to keep the noises inside. It was starting to feel good now, the pounding of Ashal's hips and the touch of his fingers. It was starting to make her feel good. She couldn't let Ashal know. Couldn't let him in on what was going on inside her head. "Wythe's better than you." She panted the words out, sharp green eyes narrowed at Ashal's face. "Obviously no filthy tribesman like yourself could be any match for a clean and pure man." She was taunting him again, a smirk settling on her lips. like hell she was going to let him get the best of her. Hopefully stabbing at his pride would do the trick now. Telling him he wasn't as good as another man, that had to hurt, right?

The pleasure he got from making her scream was almost sickening to the man, to think he had such a side to him had been a surprise but there he was, deriving pleasure from her pain and with each tear he became went harder and harder, wanting to push her to the limit. Her body told the true story though, her arching back and soft subtle pant, small signs that no matter what she said it was pleasurable. That wasn't enough though, he wanted moans and he wanted to hear his name again, to listen as the proud Jasmine gave in to her every desire as he raped her. He would do it too, if it took him being softer or be more cruel, whatever it took to get her to bow before him on the sexual level. He didn't believe it would be difficult though, he was no fool when it came to sex and he had seen Wythe earlier, the man was smaller and his skills were not special whatsoever. That was why Jasmine's taunt got to him a bit, her denial that Ashal was as good as the clumsy Wythe, he wasn't worthy of the praise nor was he worthy to touch such a body and Ashal would make sure after he left that her body remembered, that next time Wythe lay with Jasmine she realized just how different it was to have sex with a real man.

"Well then why do you not cry out his name as you did mine when he fucked you?" Ashal had taunts of his own and as he increased his efforts he kissed her neck, suckling the soft skin of her slender neck, leaving a mark for his own perverse reasons, as if marking her. Then he whispered in her ear, still slamming into her but now searching for that perfect spot, "Has Wythe ever made you feel like a woman? Has he ever simply held you and taken control like a man should or is he as he appeared, a mere dog taking whatever you give him?" Ashal gave her time to answer, doubling his efforts as his fingers wrapped around her clit down below and his other hand did the same to one of her nipples, his mouth soon joining so his tongue could play with the other unattended nipple. They were beautiful and as he did his best to hit every point her could his mind began to move towards just getting his own pleasure to taking care of Jasmine as a priority, his need to hear her voice taking over.

So he continued assaulting every part of her he could for a few moments and then smirking as an idea popped into his head and he stopped suddenly, reaching down and turning the lovely woman over onto her back without a word. He shoved himself back in after that, a bit more gentle than the time before but only because he was now looking to pleasure her. He leaned forward, kissing the white back as his hands went around and took a nice handful of her supple breasts each, squeezing down a bit as his fingers began to play with her nipples once again, no doubt them being hard by then. "Tell me now Jasmine... Can you still say Wythe is better? Do I need to try something more adventurous?" Ashal's hips were going back and forth at a steady back, the slapping on his hips against her wonderful ass being the rhythm his fingers worked at and while he was being more gentle he was also being more precise, trying to give her as much pleasure as he could due to his own building up quite quickly, small moans beginning to escape as her tight pussy clasp down around his cock.

The question made her grit her teeth, glaring up at him as she lifted her arms above her head and grasped hold of the bed sheets. It was more to help keep herself in place and to help as her hips started to move to press back against each thrust than anything else. Her head shifted to the side when he started to kiss her neck, half disgusted that his lips were touching her and half delighted. This mix of feelings was starting to get on her nerves. Sooner or later she was going to have to choose a fucking feeling and stick with it. The next question brought a breathy chuckle from her, giving a shake of her head. The whispered words were a taunt, one that she was going to try and not give in to. Her lips parted to speak only to find a bright moan leaving them instead, fingers joining the effort to get her to moan and shocking hr with pleasure. Yes, he was much better than Wythe. Was she going to admit that to him? Fucking Hell No.

Her back arched up into his mouth, not being able to stop herself from pushing back against each thrust just as furiously as he thrusted into her. She was going to cum, she could feel it but she forced herself to refrain from doing so, not until the moment she could no longer hold it in any longer. When he flipped her over she found herself face first into the bed, perfect ass arched up towards him. She moaned again when he entered her, gentler than the last but still in that perfect carnal way that she loved so much. She had never been into foreplay, had never really craved the build up. She was more into jumping right into it and this was exactly what she liked. This whole thing turned her on, the way he handled her gently even though he was shoving her around. The fact that he spoke to her in such a way, as if she deserved such treatment. It made her skin tingle with excitement in a way she had never known before. Ashal truly was everything she wanted in a man. Too bad the asshole had to be born in such a low and dirty tribe. That was his only flaw.

"At least Wythe has never forced himself on me like you are." She panted the words softly. "Just another testament to how good he truly is." O yes, she was going to make him earn it. Earn such words from her, such praise. Make him work for it. "Wythe's a real man. Real men don't have to rape their woman." Her body was screaming at her now, pulsing around Ashal's cock as it slid in and out of her. She wanted to cum so bad but she refused, refused to give him such a thing. It would be like defeat. "Wythe wouldn't have to tie my arms to get what he wanted." O yes, she was going to try and stab as much as she could. Anger him further. He was rather charming when he was angry and maybe she could possibly get her arms untied as well.

Ashal didn't care how much she denied it anymore, the reaction of her body and the subtle hints of deception had already boosted his confidence more than enough, now when he spoke back he was simply having fun, messing with her. It was all entertaining though, she was a very rare type of woman, stubborn til the end and he would have to try and break her a bit. It was already working as far as he was concerned, her moaning and panting made anything she said rather ineffective and even stopped her from saying anything at times. Besides he had a much more important thing to worry about that what she said and that was the pleasure they were both receiving. Ashal himself was savoring her moans so he was trying to hold back his own, not that he could suppress them all but he made sure to keep himself from being too vocal as he pounded into her. On the other hand he was doing his best to drag more out of Jasmine, concentrating on certain spots and doing everything in his power to push her towards ecstasy.

The male chuckled at her attempts to taunt him, her panting and the lack on conviction quite cute. "Wythe may never have forced you beautiful but you're liking it, seems to me perhaps he should have. He, like most, are scared of you though and he wouldn't dare. On the other hand I have no problem doing what need to be done..." Ashal couldn't stop one of his own moans, his sentence ending with a sign of his own pleasure. He didn't care if she knew though, he found her body stunning and her tight pussy was perfect for him, providing a rather intense amount of pleasure with each thrust. With the addition of her bodies movements against him and the pulsating around his cock it was a surprise he wasn't already close to cumming. It was mental though, he wouldn't cum before her and no matter what he would make sure and control it, at least for as long as he could. "Regardless of what Wythe would do I am not going to untie you, I already saw how that turned out and we both know it would have been a shame if you stopped me before I got you on this bed." A smirk rose on his face as he stopped his thrusts for a moment, "Though since you seem to think I need to try harder, make sure you remember me well."

Ashal had plenty of tricks up his sleeve, one he had been considering was to be quite invasive and use the other hole, the perfect ass calling him. That would most likely ruin her pleasure unless she often let men inside there, and he was still looking to make her loose control, not make her clam up. So he grabbed her in his arms and straightened them both up, his body pressing up into the back of hers and his hands making sure they stayed close together. He leaned in close, whispering in her ear once again as he drove his cock up into her, not moving but enjoying the feeling as he played on her emotions again. "How about you be honest for just this one question, I want to know why you choose such weak willed men to share your bed." His voice was soft and he used his hand to move her head to the side so she could see his face, so she could answer him, and so he could tell if her answer was serious or if she once again chose to play it off as if none of it mattered. He still wasn't thrusting into her, one hand was holding her face to look at him and the other was playing with her clit down below but he didn't want her moans to interrupt the answer, though it also allowed him to cool down a bit.

Jasmine glared darkly at the bed. This wasn't working. Ashal wasn't truly listening to her words. But maybe, maybe she could get him to focus on her body more. Make him loose himself into how she felt around him. maybe then she could untie herself. Maybe.. "Whether or not he does something like this doesn't make you better than him." She practically moaned the words out, pushing back against him even harder, wanting to get him off. Wanting to make him drown in the pleasure that she could bring him. When she was pulled up and fully against him in such a way she moaned out, body shaking slightly at having to contain the orgasm. His breath brushed her ear and she shivered again, body squeezing down tightly around the hard thing inside her. His question was a stupid one, giving a soft chuckle as her green eyes met his blue. For a few moments she did nothing more than pant slightly, leaning back against his body for support because she was certain she wouldn't be able to keep herself up at all.

His face was so close to hers, close enough that she felt his breath against her cheeks and could see everything about his face so clearly. The urge to press her lips against his overwhelmed her and her eyes moved to them, down to those darker lips. Her breath caught in her throat as she tore her gaze from them, glaring once again. Wasn't it obvious enough? "A strong willed man would take my control away." She said the words softly, watching Ashal's face very closely. Control was the only thing she had and this was the only place she had it. Control and power to do almost everything that she wanted. Making this little game of theirs stretch out kept her here longer and made it to where she didn't have to go back into the kings grasp. The king that used her as he wished, as if she was just a toy, as if she had no real say so as to which way her life went. She couldn't give that up. Out here she decided what did and didn't happen. She made her own fucking choices. Not some asshole who sat on a throne and ordered others around all day. Gritting her teeth she yanked her head away from Ashal's hold, having had enough time to cool down slightly. Not too much seeing as that hand was still moving on her clit, keeping her body excited and just on the verge of coming but it wasn't enough.

"I have answered your question." The anger was in her voice again, a sign that she was ready to fight once again, ready to try and get away from the bastard that was holding her. Just a filthy tribesman that didn't deserve to have her.

Her continuous denial was becoming cuter and cuter, mostly because it was less convincing each time but also because he was beginning to use it as an excuse to do more and more. It was extra exciting that her words were sounding more like moans than anything at that point, proof that his change in tactic was working quite well. Jasmine even seemed to be getting into it as well, her body seeming to try and bring him pleasure, no longer opposing what was happening but joining in. He stopped all that though when he brought her up to him and he could feel and hear everything, the occasional quivering of her body, her smooth hot skin, each pant and breath. In all his life he hadn't had a moment as exciting and satisfying as in that moment, holding the enemy of his people up and keeping her body close to his own, the feeling of her soft skin, it would be embedded into his memories. Then she answered his question, it was obvious but hearing it directly from her lips changed everything, it wasn't that she disliked a strong man, she simply enjoyed the control more. Too bad she hadn't found a man who made her enjoy losing the control, who let her be at ease and have everything happen naturally.

"I suppose it makes sense, you do seem like a rather controlling woman..." The male kissed her neck after she ripped her head away from his hold, his kiss being so gentle as his hand moved back to her chin. He had seen the want and as he slowly turned it back towards him, he whispered in her ear, "Just think about it though, can a man who does only what you tell him really satisfy you?" He didn't let her answer as he pressed his lips against hers, it was full of lust and bordered on being passionate. He wouldn't kiss her for long, he pulled back after a few seconds with a smirk, "You should look for a man who challenges you." With that he released her, pushing Jasmine back down on all fours and giving her beautiful ass a playful spank before he grabbed her hips, he was going to dive right back in, he had kept her warmed up but now he was going to be able to last. Not that he had cooled completely, just the feeling of being inside her had kept him hot and ready. The male pulled back and gripped her hips tighter than ever before slamming back in, he could do something else but he was ready to get her to really scream and as he began to thrust in over and over he got into quite a rhythm. He had hopes it would go faster and she would move as she had before he stopped before. Regardless he was going to get her there one way or another, then he would reach his own pleasure before leaving her tied up to make his escape.

Until that time she was his though and he wasn't going to let her go under any circumstances, no untying or anymore running games, he would keep her beneath him until it was time to make his escape. Not that she would thank him but he knew she wanted it, even if she would run at the first chance deep down he knew, he knew she was hoping he would keep her in check, keep her from getting away and continue to have his way with her near perfect body.

She frowned at his words. he made it sound like he didn't like being controlled either. The kiss to her neck made her gulp slightly, keep her head tilted in the opposite direction. She wouldn't give in, wouldn't allowing herself to let his lips grace hers. Couldn't allow him to do such a dirty thing. Not with a man such as he. But it was becoming apparent that that was exactly what Ashal was going to do to her. Kiss her. The thought made her eyes go wide, lips quivering slightly as her head was turned back around again. "Don't." She had barely registered his words, so focused on his movements instead. The moment his lips touched hers she gasped, hands coming up to grasp at his wrist roughly. She tugged at his hand, trying to get him to release her wrist so she could stop the kiss but it didn't work, finding herself in a deep kiss that seemed more passionate than she had thought he was about her. Her lips moved against the kiss, trying to pull her head away from him but being unable to. Once he had finally pulled away she gasped for air, eyes going wide and crying out as she was once again pushed down to the bed. His words were ridiculous. A man that challenged her? What man challenged her like Ashal did? He took no orders.

"O, so a man like you but with actually good skills in bed. I'm sure i can find someone like that once i've taken care of you." She forced the words out through pants, glancing back at him as he smacked her ass and grabbed her hips much more roughly than he had before. There was going to be bruises, she could already feel them surfacing. She cried out again when he slammed back inside her, pressing her forehead against the bed and being unable to contain the moans. Her hands grasped at the bed sheets, clumping them in her fists as she once again pushed back against his thrusts. It felt good, it felt damn good. But she had to figure out a way out of this before he came. Before he spilled his seed deep inside her. That thought got her moving again, pushing herself up enough that she could move her arms beneath her head and pressed her forehead against her wrists. Her mouth was in a good place that she could pull at the shirt around her arms. As she did this she pushed back against Ashal, trying to keep him as distracted as possible. Her pussy clamped down around him every time that he thrust into her, seeming as if it didn't want him to pull back out before he thrusted back inside. It was an amazing feeling even for herself but she couldn't be distracted. Couldn't allow him to escape. Especially now that he had touched her in such a way. Especially since she knew that if he did get away she would surely have to kill him. Which was something she didn't want to have to do.

She was close, so clsoe to two things. One, Climaxing, the second, getting the shirt undone. Her body shivered beneath Ashal, moans escaping her lips even against the shirt as she pushed back against him all the harder. for a moment she forgot what she was doing, letting her body press against Ashal as she tried to get her own orgasm. Her body rocked against him, his name gently slipping out from her lips and then she came. She clamped down tightly around Ashal, back arching as she moaned loudly. Her whole body filled with that tingling ecstasy. It was amazing. Much better than anything that Wythe had ever brought her to and in her haze she didn't hear the footsteps outside, didn't hear the tent flap open or the scoff that came from the man who had just entered.

Wythe stood there, staring at the paid of them. Ashal buried deep inside Jasmine and Jasmine tied and helpless beneath the man. He grit his teeth, unsure on what was really going on but still completely and utterly pissed off that this bastard had touched jasmine. That was his job. His job to fuck her, not this bastards. So pulling out his sword he stepped towards the pair, eyes ablaze with anger. "You fucking Bastard. How dare you touch her." He practically growled the words out, hands tight on his sword. "Get the fuck off her!"

"You could search for a man like me if you wish but your not going to find him... I'm special." The joking tone to his voice was ruined by a heavy moan, the feeling of her slamming back against his was affecting him in the same way his hard thrusts were affecting her and while he would have loved to make it seem like she wasn't getting to him it was impossible, it felt too damn good. Even the view was outstanding, looking down at Jasmine as she gripped the sheets and kept her head down, panting and moaning with each of his quick hard movements. All that with the added tightness of her clamping down around him was driving him a bit mad, his brief cool down possibly not being enough as it seemed she was aiming for him to cum before her. He simply increased his pace, slamming into her as fast as he could, ignoring the burning in his legs as he drove himself deep inside of her with every forward motion of his hips. To aid himself in not being the first to blow he moved one hand up to her shoulder to keep his strong grip and the other down to her clit again, rubbing and pinching it, not bothering to be gentle anymore. At that point they were past gentleness, each pleasurable movement brought with it a hint of pain that only made it all the sweeter and he was going to exploit that feeling.

Soon it all came to a climactic end, his name slipping from Jasmine's lips, the cooperation of her body, and finally the tightness clamping down so hard around Ashal that he lost all sense of mind, for a brief moment going insane. The woman beneath him was cumming but at the same time Ashal had reached his own peak, the pleasure of the moment being so intense that he forgot his earlier thoughts, forgot his purpose, and released inside of her, pushing as deep as he could and releasing a deep moan. Nothing had ever felt so good and with his loss of control it seemed to only make it better, filling her amazing hole with his entire load, his hands barely able to keep him propped up as the pleasure took over all his senses. For a moment he thought of nothing, the feeling of absolute bliss coursing through his body and his eyes closed as he panted, trying to get a hold on himself.

Ashal was still trying to catch his breath when he heard an angry voice, his head turning and only registering how bad a situation he was suddenly in when he noticed the weapon drawn. He didn't quite know what to do, he was in a very bad position in terms of defending himself and Wythe, while being an absolute idiot in Ashal's mind, had a major advantage. He pulled out of Jasmine though, slowly slipping his cock slip back into his pants, not having time to wipe it of Jasmine's juices. Hopefully the jealousy would work in his advantage, it would allow him to get off Jasmine without provoking an immediate attack, or at least without startling the man, so he did just that, getting off the bed and Jasmine at the same time. "I touched her because I wanted to..." Was all he said, acting as if it was as simple as that and trying to push the mans buttons, if he could make him reckless perhaps he could escape and only have to eliminate one more person, Wythe. At the same time he moved a step forward, his eye on the knife on the ground, that could help him as well but he needed to get a bit closer, keep Wythe talking and either get to the knife of have the man make a reckless move. He just hoped nobody else came to help Wythe, that would complicate matters. "Anyways, I figured she deserved to actually cum after your failed attempt to please her."