After an hour of noisy chaos, I silenced everyone and had the princess read. The words sounded like a dry narrative spoken by a history professor or a...documentary narrator. She told the history of the land on which the church sat and the church being constructed and used variously until the present. Her subtle technique helped enliven it. When she finished, I had the young poet read his poem created for the occasion. Personal and visceral, it expressed his present existence and his presence in. The wrong one, clearly, but it was mine.”"What would have been my fate? Had I agreed?" she asked, calloused fingers stroking the lines of his chest."I don't know," he whispered, torn between his need to taste her blood and his unaccountable desire to spare her more suffering."Would he have kept me for a concubine?" Her hand traced lower, finding his. “Or would I have been a warrior, like you?" I don't know," he repeated, lips tracing the pulsing artery in her slender throat. It would be easy,. You were absolutely wonderful and I really enjoyed it. I just hope that you got some pleasure as well. By the way, how are your sore spots this morning?" Well, yes I must admit that I was surprised at how much I did enjoy what you did to me. As I'm sure you know that for me it will never replace what my men can do to me, but I really enjoyed it all the same. Oh, and my bottom is still a little sore, but getting better. I'm sure it will be alright in another day or so. I must admit I'm a bit. You win,” I said.“It’s not about winning. It’s about learning a lesson. I must thank you for something too,” you said.“What’s that,” I asked.“You gave me more tools to work with in my sexual arsenal,” you replied.You begin the process to get me hard again by jacking me off. Once hard enough you slide my cock back inside you. You ride me enough to get me solid hard again then decide to switch places. You instruct me to stand on the floor as we face each other. You keep touching my cock just.