Alyssa's heart pounded as she approached the unassuming door of the brothel. She had heard whispers of its existence from servants in her father's castle - a place where common soldiers could find release and revelry without pretenses or restrictions. It was everything her prim and proper world was not, and that intrigued the sheltered princess.
With trembling hands, she adjusted the laces of her ill-fitting whore's costume. The low-cut bodice barely contained her ample breasts, and the tight skirt left little to the imagination. Alyssa had always been self-conscious about her curves, but tonight she felt powerful, like she could command any man's attention. She hoped it would be enough to fool the patrons inside.
Taking a deep breath, Alyssa pushed open the door and stepped into a dimly lit room filled with smoke, alcohol, and masculine laughter. Dozens of eyes turned to appraise her, and a hush fell over the crowd. The princess squared her shoulders and tried to look confident, even as her face burned under their scrutiny.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A burly man with a thick beard sauntered over, his gaze roving lecherously over her body. "Never seen you 'round these parts before, sweetheart."
Alyssa swallowed hard. "I'm new," she managed to say, her voice coming out breathy and unsure.
The man chuckled and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "Name's Brutus. Stick with me, and I'll show you a real good time."
Alyssa trembled as Brutus' large hand cupped her rear and squeezed. His fingers felt calloused against her delicate skin, and she knew he would not be gentle. Part of her feared what the night might bring, but a deeper, darker part of her craved it.
Brutus led her to a dimly lit corner where a battered wooden table sat. He lifted her effortlessly onto it, spreading her thighs wide to accommodate his bulk. The princess gasped as the cool air hit her most intimate places, realizing her undergarments were still on.
"I think it's time these came off," Brutus growled, his meaty fingers tugging at the fabric between her legs. Alyssa squirmed as he roughly yanked them down, exposing her virgin flower to his hungry gaze.
"Such a pretty little pussy," he purred, running a thick finger along her slit. "Can't wait to feel it wrapped around my cock."
Alyssa whimpered, desire and fear warring within her. She wanted to give herself to this man, to surrender to the forbidden pleasures she had only dreamed of. But she was terrified of the pain that surely awaited her maidenhead's breaking.
As if reading her thoughts, Brutus leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make it good for you."
With that, he captured her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim her. Alyssa melted into him, her hands fisting in his dark hair as he ravished her lips. She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her thigh, and she ached to be filled by it.
Brutus broke away from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. "I need to be inside you," he rasped, freeing his throbbing member from his breeches.
Alyssa's eyes widened at the sight of it - long, thick, and veined with an angry red head. She knew she should be afraid, but all she felt was anticipation. She wanted this man to claim her, to take her innocence and make her his.
As if sensing her eagerness, Brutus notched his cock at her entrance, the blunt head nudging against her untouched folds. "You're mine now," he growled before thrusting forward, impaling her on his thick shaft in one powerful stroke.
Alyssa cried out, pain and pleasure crashing over her in equal measure. Brutus stretched her unbearably, filling her so completely she felt she might split in two. But as he began to move, his hips rolling against hers in a rhythm as old as time, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a growing ache that demanded satisfaction.
"Yes," she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer. "Harder."
Brutus obliged, driving into her with wild abandon. The table beneath them creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the slick glide of his flesh against hers, the way he hit that secret spot deep within that made her see stars.
The princess knew she was being taken roughly, used for the pleasure of a man she had only just met. But in that moment, she didn't care. All she wanted was to be fucked hard and thoroughly, to experience the raw, primal ecstasy she had only read about in scandalous novels.
And Brutus delivered on that promise. He pounded into her mercilessly, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Alyssa reveled in the sensation of being so thoroughly possessed, surrendering herself completely to the fierce claiming of her body.
"Fuck," Brutus snarled above her, his thrusts growing erratic. "I'm going to fill this tight little cunt with my seed."
Alyssa's eyes rolled back in her head at the filthy words. She had never been spoken to so crudely before, but it only served to inflame her desire. "Yes," she keened, meeting his strokes with eager lifts of her hips. "Give it to me."
With a final brutal thrust, Brutus buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar. Alyssa felt the hot spurts of his release painting her insides, triggering her own explosive climax. She cried out, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
As they came down from their highs, Brutus collapsed against her, his weight pressing her into the rough wood of the table. Alyssa welcomed the heavy feel of him, savoring the intimacy of their joining even as his softening member slipped from her used hole.
But it wasn't enough. One taste of passion had only whetted the princess's appetite for more. She knew she would return to this den of sin again and again, seeking out the carnal delights she had been denied for so long.
With a contented sigh, Alyssa pushed Brutus off of her and sat up on shaky legs. Her body ached deliciously from their coupling, and she knew she would be sore come morning. But it was a small price to pay for the ecstasy she had experienced.
As she slipped off the table and adjusted her disheveled costume, Alyssa caught sight of herself in a cracked mirror across the room. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from Brutus' kisses. She looked wanton and debauched - and for the first time in her life, she felt truly alive.