Starved Beast. Part 18

But I wasn't thinking. I was reacting. Dear God, imagine it - after all these years, me, a humble peasant, about to fuck the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons! Raping her! Laying her down, tying her up and poking her holes!

What a thought!

But why not? Why shouldn't I do it?

Shouldn't she pay for the atrocities of her father? Didn't she deserve to be punished? And maybe she'd like it.

I took myself aside and calmed myself down. I took deep breaths. I shrugged, and when I came back, I stood in front of Christine and pointed towards the stone on which her clothes were to be placed. "This isn't about your father anymore," I said. "It's about me."

"You, monsieur?"

"It's about what I want and what I need, and I need to fuck you."

She nodded briefly, accepting fatalistically what I'd said, and very deliberately, she let go of my cock. She stood up and unfastened the cloth buttons on the left side of her dress.

"You need to fuck me because it