Adam's will breaks

As he gazed down at Winlay’s perfect body Adam’s resolve shattered like an expensive crystal goblet hurled against a stone fireplace. With a groan of surrender he settled Winlay back on the table pulling her legs from behind his back and placing them over his shoulders guiding his rampant member back to the gateway which it had so recently retreated from. There would be no retreat this time – no matter how strongly his morals protests or what Winlay says. Not that she was pleading for him to stop this time, her eyes met his with **** need and she was biting her full lower lip between her white teeth.

Adam wasn’t gentle; he thrust deeply into Winlay nearly embedding all 20 centimeters of his shaft into her core. He knew he should have felt remorse at the way Winlay’s body arched beneath his and the shriek of pain that escaped her lips, but he didn’t. Adam felt only the triumph of a man taking a woman and making her his. A second push finished driving his manhood the rest of the way into his woman her eyes widened as she was filled completely and this time her cry of pain wasn’t as sharp.

“Xelta she’s tight!” Adam realized as he began to slide in and out of Winlay. Virgin tight, he remembered once again feeling anger surge through his body. Angry at himself for his lack of control and angry at Winlay for tempting him the way she had, but most of all angry at Beldan and the Templars and everyone else in the Church that had trapped him like a rat in these hidden rooms. Thrust after hard thrust drove into the innocent young woman each one bringing him closer to a climax that would somehow resolve the whole damn situation.

Winlay wasn’t crying out any longer, some small part of his brain noted but even if she had been he doubted he could have tempered either the pace or the depth of his thrusts. He wondered again about the others who must have tried and failed to get Winlay on her back and between her thighs. With each explosive thrust into her uncharted depths he got closer and closer to an explosive climax like he had never experienced in his life. Finally with a shuddering groan he shot pulse after pulse of hot cum into Winlay and the finally collapsing onto her bosom panting. Only when he felt her slender body shifting under his weight did he take a minute to reflect on what he did.

“I’m sorry Winlay.” Adam said still fully embedded in her tight pussy.

“It’s OK.” She gasped and Adam breathed a sigh of relief as he lifted his weight off of her chest. Her face was pale and he could see a single tear hanging from the corner of her eye but despite these signs of how he had hurt her Adam couldn’t regret taking her, he regretted only his inability to claim her with the gentle and loving that she deserved. She was his. Now and forever.

“I’m so sorry Winlay,” Adam began again as he wiped a tear from her cheek. “I thought I’d be able to control myself, but it was just too much.” He knew he had acted reprehensibly, Winlay had been frightened and alone and instead of protecting her he tore from her the one thing he could never give back.

“I’m not at all sorry.” Winlay replied and Adam stared in disbelief at her words. Winlay’s eyes had a dreamy look as she tucked a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear. The combination of her words, the touch of her soft fingers on his ear and the look of pure contentment on her face helped relieve some of the gilt that Adam felt.

“I hurt you.” He rolled to her side, pulling his still firm cock reluctantly from the warmth of her pussy, but maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.

“A little.” She admitted, and something about his face must have showed his guilt because she quickly added “But it was worth it, Adam.” She must have sensed his doubt “Really, it was amazing.” He wanted to believe her but wondered how badly he had hurt her; he tried to recall each detail of the encounter, at times he had been very rough with her delicate body and… a new worry hit him.

“What if you become pregnant?”

“Then I’ll give birth to your handsome son, and love him for the rest of my life.” A son? Was he ready for a son?

“And what if you have a daughter, as beautiful as you?” Adam asked, trying to come to terms with this new complication in his life.

“I’d love her too. Can we call her Mika?” Oh my Lord, Mika! Adam remembered that Mika and the Oracle were next door. What if she had heard them? What would she say, or think?

“I have to get back.” Adam sat up with a sudden jerk as he spoke. "We've been away for too long." Adam wondered what he’d be able to say to Mika if she found out how he had misused Winlay.

“Maybe it would be better if we didn’t tell Mika about this yet.” He hesitated to ask because he sensed how close Winlay and Mika were, but he was rapidly losing control over the situation and he needed time to think before he had to deal with Mika.

“Adam?” Winlay began tentatively.

“Yes?” He asked wishing that he could have added ‘Darling’ or ‘Sweetheart’ but neither one sounded sincere.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked and Adam’s heart was softened by her concern. He was the one who had acted abdominally, if anything she should be mad at him. He caressed her pale smooth cheek before answering.

“No Winlay, I’m a little mad at myself maybe.” He admitted “But never at you, Winlay. Never at you.”

“I should wash up.” She said and pointed to the trickle of blood and semen that had dribbled down her thigh. The evidence of her recent innocence sent a surge of desire through Adam. He’d do it all again if he could reverse time, more gently perhaps, but he’d take her for sure. In fact he was almost hard enough already to take here again. His tongue slid gently past her teeth this time and as he kissed her he cradled her in his arms careful not to further bruise her soft skin.

"I’d love to join you." Adam whispered as he slipped out of her embrace. "But I really have to check on the other two."