Taken by the Fair Conquerors — Part 2 [MF] [NC] [Impreg] [Raceplay] [Fantasy]

Later that night I lay nestled in my parents’ bed with him. The carousing outside had died down, and the loudest thing I heard was his restful breath, the slow rising and falling behind me as he softly blew against the top of my head. Through the window the night clouds parted, allowing the moon to cast silvery rays into the room. They wonderfully lit the thick pale arm he had lain over my breasts.

My eyes were so heavy, but I found sleep elusive. I felt torn inside. I could try to slip out of bed and escape in the darkness. I knew my way through the village, all the narrow alleyways I could take, but something held me. I was afraid to go because I didn’t know what they would do to me if they caught me. Would they treat me worse? Or kill me? I seemed safe here, safe in my captors arms.

My gaze flicked to his swords which he had lain on the table nearby. Even if he awoke I would have had the time to unsheathe one of them and stab him, if only I could slip out of his arms. But again, if they caught me after murdering one of their own . . .

Instead I lay there, tired but unsleeping. His body followed the contours of mine, his soft manhood resting against my ass. Before he had snuggled next to me, tossing my clothes onto the floor before I could slip them back on, he had allowed me a short amount of time to clean myself, and the sheets. Pressing against me and holding me tightly, he had whispered words into my ear, but I didn’t respond, and he fell asleep soon after. It was odd, sleeping with a man. It was warmer, and I felt safe, despite sharing the bed with a complete stranger, a foreigner who couldn’t understand me. A white man who took me . . . I wondered how he felt. Was this his first time, too? Surely not—by the way he had done it.

I wondered whether this man would stay with me, or if he had only taken me to use for one night. If I had to be among these people forever, I would want to be with the same man forever, where I could at least have some security, rather than being passed around bed-to-bed like a worthless whore. What was my future? Would they take me away over the sea, forever to be this man’s concubine—or wife. Perhaps my people would save me, but then I’d be seen as a dishonored, ruined woman by them. My betrothed, if he was still alive, would probably refuse to marry a woman who had been deflowered by the enemy, and I doubted that there were many other men who would have someone like me. I felt sad, so I tried to stop thinking about that. I shifted my weight slightly, causing his soft manhood to slide across my skin as I did so. That did feel so strange.

I was still sore, but at least my bottom didn’t sting anymore. Before he had snuffed out the lantern light, I had seen the marks he left when he had slapped me, turning my little yellow cheeks red. I remembered the moment when he had done it, and felt a little spark. I didn’t know why, but I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate on that feeling—that moment again—and I felt . . . aroused, like it was rapidly getting warmer under the sheets. Then I thought further, and I could almost feel the cum rushing into my pussy as I held him. That made me even more excited.

Suddenly I felt his breath change. He must be awake. His arm tightened around my breasts while his cock slowly began to grow against my ass. My heart began to beat faster as he started to kiss the back of my neck. I took it, pressing myself against him willingly, begging him for more; his strong manly body felt good. He ran his hands over me, over my breasts and hips and waist. Enjoying his touch, I let him do it; I knew this man wasn’t going to harm me. Cleaving as close as possible to me, he tilted my head and pressed his lips against mine. Our tongues touched—only lightly at the tip—as I felt his cock harden to its full length against my smooth skin. When we momentarily parted we gazed deeply into each other. The moonlight lit his eyes up, and they twinkled down at me, pale-blue, like ice. My heart was racing now, and I could feel his doing the same.

He kissed my lips again and again, hard and wet, and groaned in pleasure as he gripped my ass under the sheets, driving his fingers deep into my skin. Our lips parted, a trail of our mixed fluids falling together onto my bosom, and he entered me with his cock. He held me tightly against his body as he began to thrust into my soaking Eastern pussy. I wanted to touch him, so I reached up with my hand and caressed his face, feeling the short stubble on his sharp chin. He was so beautiful, so much more handsome than the men of my country—so large, and strong.

He stuffed me completely, stretching my pussy. It didn’t hurt as much as last time, but I could tell my tiny yellow cunt wasn’t adapted to take white cocks like his. I still felt searing shame being used like this, but it seemed so good and natural for him to dominate me. That shame only seemed to make me want it more. I wondered how many other Eastern girls had been taken tonight like me, fucked and bred by these white-skinned warriors. How many had felt a cock that could fill them up for the first time. How many were being taken and dominated at this very second, forced to climax on the hard cocks of their enemies. The thought made my face burn even hotter, and I covered it with my hands, attempting to hide the lustful smile I couldn’t control.

I’m so dirty. I’m so fucked. This man slaughtered my countrymen, my friends, and raped me, and now I’m enjoying this. Oh, but it feels so good. His arms, his shoulders, his steady body pressed against me, conquering me and making me his woman. Making me take his seed and bear his child. That last thought made my slit burst with pleasure.

Oh, but that’s what I want. I want to be his woman—his whore—or whatever he wants me to be. He took me and fucked me and marked me as his. He owns me. I’m his little yellow girl he uses for pleasure, that he pumps his white seed into every night—I hope every night—a small Eastern whore who will raise his mixed children.

It was blazing hot underneath the sheets, and he drew them off of us, bathing us in moonlight. Our bodies glistened with fresh sweat. I felt the kisses he was laying on the top of my head, his harsh breath touching my hair. His fingers ran everywhere, down to my thighs, up to the pussy he was ravaging, further up the small belly he would soon make swell with his cum, and even to my lips, pressing against them and entering into my mouth. They clinched my ass, digging into my tight cheeks as he rhythmically rammed into me. They sifted black strands of my hair between them as he kissed my neck and face. He moaned and gasped deeply, enjoying every inch of my young body. I gripped the sheets hard, trying to keep my body pressed against his as he pounded into me. He went as deep and hard as he could with each thrust, and he helped steady me, lifting my leg up so he could have an easier time fucking me as hard as possible.

I wanted to tell him something, even if he couldn’t understand. My head felt like a boiling cauldron, but I spoke my passionate mind to him between the harsh breaths and pleasurable squeaks I involuntarily let out. “T-take me, and make me yours forever—Fuck me! You won me and I belong to you, so do what you want to me—”

I knew my words, though he couldn’t understand them, drove him to fuck me ferociously. He was groaning with every aggressive thrust into my owned cunt, every loving kiss against my head, every hard squeeze of my yellow ass. I took it all, feeling my mind blurring like last time.

“I know why you came over the sea and defeated my people,” I said, the words minced with my moans. I could hardly control my tongue. “You wanted to find a yellow girl like me and make them yours. Well, I w-want—oh, fuck—! I want a piece of you growing inside of me. I want . . . to bear your babies—your blood—into the world. Your cute—w-white babies. Come inside me again, like you did before . . . Please—Do it as many times as it takes. I want you to make me a m-mother.” He pounded me violently, getting even faster as his deep groans got louder. I could tell he was getting closer—closer to releasing in me again. “Do it . . . D-do it. I-I can feel it coming—Fuck! Please claim me as your woman. I want everyone to see the half-white babies in my arms and know I was taken by you—by a white man. Oh—fffuck!”

Slamming into me one final time, he bent my body and tilted my head so he could kiss me. His lips aggressively moved against mine, like he was raping my mouth, and I came. Our kiss was primal, our tongues pressing together as hard as they could. I wanted to have him as close to me as possible—every part of him. As I came my hips moved against him, driving his Western cock deeper while my Eastern pussy clenched around it tightly. He skipped a beat, letting out an abrupt gasp, and in bliss I felt him unleashing in my conquered cunt, shooting his white seed into my fertile little body. The blinding seconds passed in pure loving ecstasy. I could feel him making me a mother—a mother of his white babies—with every twitch of his cock inside of me. I could feel his desire—his love—with every movement of his tongue. I touched his flexing thigh and his muscular ass while he gripped my waist, surely leaving those sweet red marks I missed so much.

Our kiss softened until we parted, both of us light on breath. I relaxed my body, and let my leg fall down, laying snug against him in a comfortable position with him still filling me. He moved his arm up across my breasts, and I rested mine with it, taking his hand in mine. My hair was a sheer mess, but he still played with it as his breathing slowly calmed. I felt his cum seeping from my still-filled pussy, and I got chills even though I felt the warmest I had in my life. His cock slowly softened inside of me, and we lay entwined in our shared sweat, taking in the dear satisfaction of what we just did.

He whispered softly to me as his fingers lightly massaged my hand. I wished only to understand the words.

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