Nearly 4 weeks had passed since Princess Cassandra & Sir Sedrick had been imprisoned. Cassandra's father by law had still been at war with Preznin, believing them to still be responsible, and all the while, the Chief Ozrick had failed to plant his seed within Cassandra, despite his many attempts. As Springs Tide grew warmer, to the Alynthi Aristocrats honor, they no longer needed to huddle for warmth any longer. Cassandra was still left without clothing after her dress was ruined, and Sedrick only had his trousers and was unable to change from them due to the chains around his limbs, binding him to the wall. Regardless of the warming conditions, and Cassandra's nudity, the two stayed close whenever they slept, being the only comfort that got them through the frightful nights in the dark cells.
When the wooden door once more creaked, opening to the hall where the cells were connected. Cassandra, by habit, had moved to the center of the dirt floor, seating herself while facing the bars of the cell as Ozrick approached their cell. Ozrick had stood at the gate for a long moment, watching her with the reaper's gaze before he entered the cell. Towering over the dirt-covered Princess, The High Chief stripped the tunic & the chainmail beneath it, before untying his britches, his hand diving into his pants to pull out his hard cock, when he glanced at Sedrick, who'd shown a look of shame as he looked away. "You're time is nearly out, Cassandra. Don't think I won't make due on my promise, should you purposely be sabotaging yourself..." The chief said without sorrow, moving to shove her over onto her stomach.
The words stung at Cassandra, she'd felt she'd been locked away for a year, and now she was likely to die. She at least believed their compliance might sway the chief to keep them imprisoned. Her breath caught in her stomach as he grabbed it, forcing her onto her knees before he slapped her now wet cunt. The one solace and shameful secret Cass held from her imprisonment was the erotic pleasure she'd gotten from the Chief that her husband always neglected. She bit the inside bottom of her lip as she felt him kneel between her legs, gasping as he spread her lips with one hand while guiding his cock in with the other.
A moan escaped Cassandra, replaced when she drew a sharp breath after the chief rammed the rest of his cock into her pussy. Her cunt squeezed around her captor's cock as she instinctively pushed back and forth on his cock.
The Chief exhaled his tension from his previous training as the Princess fucked his mighty weapon. "It would be a shame if I had to bury you in this cell, Cassandra." The chief spoke as he met her thrusts, shoving his cock deeper after feeling she'd purposely held back. "I'd rather keep you in my chambers should you give me what I want..." He added, spreading Cassandra's cheeks as he watched her face when he began to rub her loosened hole.
Cassandra continued to meet his thrusts as he spoke. She still could not understand why he'd chosen her to give him a child, especially since the Nortlanders despised the Alynthi Aristocrats ever so. She looked back to the Chief as far as her neck would allow, her eyes hopeful as she muttered a hopeful plea. "Allow us more time, my lord. Please, we surely just nee-" Her plea was cut short as The Chief flipped her onto her back, moving closer to her as he pinned her left leg over his shoulder, bending it closer to her as he leaned down against her heaving breasts.
The Chief increased the speed of his thrusts, as his cock was desperately pulled deeper into the Princess's squeezing wet pussy. "Unfortunately for you, Time isn't something I have." The Chief moaned into Cassandra's ear, moving to meet her gaze as he placed his rough, large hand over her mouth. Ozrick did wish he'd be able to keep Cassandra, he'd enjoyed having claimed her, her soft features brought the instinct to guard her, rather than kill her, but he knew it had to happen. He moved his calloused hand down from her mouth to her tit, moving down to kiss her lips, his cock growing more aroused as he kissed his prize, pinned under his figure.
Cassandra closed her eyes as the Chief Kissed her, occasionally kissing him back when he'd thrust against her clit. Her hand instinctively resting below his shoulder as her cunt spasmed around the thick meat breeding her. Her right cheek fell to the floor as she watched Sedrick's shameful expression as his cock tented the front of his trousers. Cassandra was gladdened he'd not watched her, fearful he'd judge her after seeing the enjoyment broken on her face. The chief nibbled on her ear as he increased his thrusts until he was soon cumming inside of her.
Ozrick dislodged his cock from within Cassandra as he watched her purposely avoid looking at him. He stood tucking his cock back into his trousers, redressing before he left without a word. Cassandra didn't move a muscle, waiting for the sound of the wooden door to close and lock after the cell door had. The Princess closed her eyes tightly as she said a silent prayer, begging to be with a child so that they'd be spared. Cassandra stood as she walked back over to Sedrick to sit by him, only then allowing his gaze to face his Princess.
Cassandra silently observed the scars still healing above Sedricks peck before dropping to his trousers. Sedrick brought his chained hand to the side of her head when he believed her seeking comfort, sending a jolt of heat back to The Princesses aroused, used cunt. She did not meet his gaze, instead, moving her hands to his hips as she began to pull down his trousers. Sedricks hand moved from her cheek to the front of his trousers to hold them back as his other rested over one of her own as he questioned her action. "My Lady- what are you doing?..."
The woman sighed, meeting his gaze. "This is my fault, Sedrick... If we're to be sentenced to death, you may as well receive what pleasure you can before that day should approach." Cassandra explained, mustering a brief, slight smile to him, before trailing her ringed hand to his cock under the worn fabric.
