Keeper and slave

Amazon Mandy drags her new slavegirl into the tent after the raid. Blood runs down her side from a spear wound, hot and slow. Doesn’t matter. She’s got bigger needs. She shoves the captured beauty to her knees and yanks the girl’s torn tunic off, baring full tits and that smooth, defiant belly. The slave tries to cover herself—Mandy just laughs, palming a heavy breast and squeezing until the nipple stiffens between her fingers. She pushes her blood-slicked thigh forward and forces the girl’s mouth onto the gash, making her lick the wound clean like some dirty ritual. Pain sparks, but it twists straight into filthy heat. Still dripping red, Mandy grabs the slave’s hair and rides her face, grinding that powerful cunt against soft lips until slick arousal mixes with battlefield gore. She’s badly hurt, legs shaky, but that only makes her ride harder—cocky, filthy, unstoppable—until the scent of blood and pussy and sweat fogs the whole tent and the slave’s whimpers turn into something almost willing.