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to return to The Pit and fight for his life.
    One morning, death claimed one of the young battle serfs, a countryman of Devadas. He held the boy as he died; a sword in his gut. Fury and despair filled Devadas at the pointlessness of his death. When he entered the Princess Lissa’s bedroom, he vowed to forget everything in the heat of her sex. Not allowing her any preliminary caresses and not caring for the consequences, he pushed her onto her knees and thrust hard into her. The sound of his balls slapping against her flesh and her own moans filled the room. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up, holding her against him with a rock solid arm.
    ‘You like that don’t you, My Lady?’ he gasped, while pumping in and out of her. ‘You like my cock deep inside you. Say it. Say it.’
    ‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘Yes, I like your cock inside me. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.’ He could tell she was in pain from the pull on her hair mingled with his relentless pounding, but she seemed on the verge of ecstasy.
    He laughed bitterly and pushed her back down. Hunching over her he cupped her breasts in his hands then pulled hard on her nipples with strong fingers. She screamed as she came.
    ‘That’s right, My Lady, that’s right.’ He let out a fierce groan. ‘Gods above. Your cunt is like a fist,’ he yelled and let loose his own release.
    She collapsed on the cushions with him over her. His heart beat frantically, ready for her to call the guards and have him punished. Instead she sighed deeply and murmured, ‘That was incredible. Your cock is magnificent.’
    He smiled. So she liked a little roughness with her sex? She would get more.
    Fury and lust pulsed in wild competition though his body as he ordered her to stretch out face down on the bed. She watched with curiosity when he oiled his cock with some of her body oil, but complied with his command. She seemed to like complying with his commands. As he lay over her, pinning her to the bed, his cock nudged the entrance to her ass.
    Her body tensed, as she realised what he wanted. She didn’t call the guards to stop him, as he slowly, inexorably, inched past her tight ring. Her cry, a unique mixture of pleasure and pain that never failed to drive him insane, was the only sound in her room.
    What am I doing? What have I become?
    He started to pull out of her, horrified with himself, only to hear her guttural command.
    ‘Don’t stop. Keep going.’
    She leaned on her arms and brought herself up on her knees, tipping her ass to allow him deeper access. The low groan in her throat signalled to Devadas she was lost in a world of bliss mixed with pain. His anger boiled inside him, anger mixed with a burning fever of passion and confusion. He thrust harder and harder into her, listening to her breathless gasps, until he escaped into soul-searing ecstasy. He arched his back and yelled, feeling a mind-altering, staggering release.
    Coming back to himself, he pulled out and flung himself down beside her, covering his eyes with his arm. Disgust filled him. Not because of how he’d coupled with her but that he’d treated her with contempt. He’d travelled a long way from being an honourable warrior of Catiscal.
    ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked.
    He turned to her, curious about a tone in her voice he’d never heard before.
    ‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked.
    ‘A little,’ she said with a small smile. ‘But I like it, I think. It was strange. It hurt but I wanted to keep going and then it didn’t hurt so much. Maybe we could do it again,’ she said with an eager light in her eyes. ‘Some of the other women say they like it too.’
    ‘I don’t understand your people,’ Devadas said. ‘I don’t understand how they can be so free and easy with their bodies but use slaves. It doesn’t make sense.’
    She lay on her side and frowned. ‘I … I don’t know … It’s always been like that. My father said we used to move around when his grandfather was in charge. He