Arturia Defeated (Patreon)

“P-please stop! Why are you doing this? Is it not enough that you defeated me?”

Arturia’s plea fellon deaf ears as the man above her thrustsed down inside her viciously tearing her madein barrier. The petite blonde screamed and weakly tried to lash out with her thin arms, but beaten as she was, she had little strength remaining. Her golden locks were matted with dirt and sweat, her emerald green eyes glazed over in defeat and defiance. Forcefully stripped of her armor, the petite blonde’s small tits rocked on her chest and the man above her, the young king whom had come from across the sea and conquered both her kingdom and herself leered down at her.

Despite the claiming of her maidenhead, there was no blood, she had long lost the barrier within her womanly area at a young age during her training to be a knight.

“Y-you beast!” Arturia growled up at the boy fucking down into her with this thick turgid girth, adamantly trying to fight against the pleasure that shot through her body with each powerful dicking she recieved, “It is not enough that you kileld my most precious knight! But now you defile me as well?”

A hard slap rocked her jaw and she tasted the coppery tang of blood in her mouth, he sneered down at her, never stopping his thrusting into her abused twat, “Shut up woman!” he growled threatenningly, “You lost accept it already! Your only future now is as my queen and bearing my future heir.” he sneered.

It was a revolting concept, but the more she struggled beneath the man, the more Arturia so the delighted lust he felt for her. Hooking her thin legs over his shoulders, he began to piledriver into her roughly from above, dragging her naked back harshly across the ground.

The whoops and laughter of glee of the soldiers around her shamed her even further. He couldn’t even defile her in privacy, no instead he made her his woman right where he defeated her, on the battlefield that was matted with the blood and corpses of her men, the few that lived forced to watch her defilement as prisoners.

Arturia hated herself. She hated that she was born a female instead of a male. She hated beyond hate that despite the fact the foreign king was raping her, that pleasured roared throughout her body and it took all her willpower not to moan like some dirty little whore.

“I-i will not give in!” she growled even as she felt the release almost upon her.

He grinned at her, “We’ll see about that won’t we?” still driving down into her, never stopping his motions. He raised a hand and her eyes widened when it cackled with the stormy power of lightning. He was a magus too!?

Then he placed the hand crackling with the power of the storm above her womanhood, right atop the little nub, her clitoris and he pinched it, flowing the lightning into it.

Her back arched, her womanhood exploded with juices and her eyes rolled back up into the head. Her vision went white with pleasure and Arturia screamed.

And screamed.

A constant orgamis release surged through her for almost an entire minute before she fell limp beneath the foreign king, defeated.

Arturia surrendered to the pleasure and became his woman.