Another round

"That was a bad situation you were in, Lass."

"I know, Master Werner." Christine leaned even closer pressing her soft flesh against his abdomen. "My first time would not have been like this, would it have?"

"No, I'm afraid most men care little about the comfort of their partner, even if she is a lovely untried maid like you." The Verderer's candid response brought to mind again Prince Henry and his men. The way the Black Prince had grinned in anticipation as his eyes roamed hungrily over her petite figure left little doubt in Christine's mind what her first time with Henry might have been like. More grateful than ever, her small hand found Werner's manhood and squeezed it boldly as it swelled in her palm.

"I'm no longer a maid, Master Werner." Christine whispered softly, wishing that she could see the Verderer's face to gauge his response. "You wouldn't have to so careful this time." She might not be able to see his face, but judging by the way his flesh swelled in her hand she knew the man was tempted. "Please." She pressed a little harder, "I need to learn all I can about men if I am going to be able to survive and protect my brother." Releasing her hold on the man Christine took one step towards the blanket and looked back to see if Werner was following her. "I want this time to be for your pleasure, not mine."

In spite of his best intentions, the Verderer could not resist an offer like this. In truth, he doubted there were many men alive that could have turned away from Evelyn when she looked like this. Not even the Bishop of Oldchester could have resisted this newly-opened beauty. She may claim to be a woman now, but Werner knew better than any man just how innocent and tight her small body would feel wiggling under his frame.

"For my pleasure, huh?" Her silent nod was all it took to tempt him back into her arms. "I think in that case I'd like you on your hands and knees." Sex with Marielle was always strictly missionary position, and since the birth of their second son not very often either. 'What's the point Werner?' she would ask when he took her in his arms, 'How many boys does a man of your station need?' The temptation of taking this sweet maiden from behind like a stallion covering a mare had his cock back to full mast even before he had the girl positioned on the blanket before him with her legs slightly parted and ready for him like a street-walker in some dark alley.

"Like this?" Evelyn's nervous question reminded Werner that this was no whore he was about to mount.

"This is perfect." Werner assured the girl even as his hands explored the smooth soft skin of her ass. "I can fuck you so hard like this, Sweetheart, but you let me know if it gets to be too much."

"Yes, Sir." Christine could feel her insides heating up in anticipation, and she resolved silently to let this man pound her as hard as he wanted without complaint.

"This time, Werner did not correct Evelyn when she used the honorific, he knew from his own experience that knights fucked just like any other man." With surprising ease his cock found the slick portal to Evelyn's treasure box, it felt like this tiny beauty was built exactly for this position and he was able to press all the way in with his very first thrust. Evelyn's soft cry as he stretched open her sore passage made him stop, but she urged him on with a strained voice.

"Do it Master Werner!" Christine lowered herself onto her forearms to help ease the pain of his sudden entry. "Use me. Take me like a man claims a woman." A dangerous fantasy of being kept in his stables and visited nightly by the Verderer who would use her tender body to satisfy his carnal lusts started to simmer in the back of her mind and she could feel her tight passageway soften even more to accommodate the man's member. Now that the pain was no longer as sharp, she began to see why a woman might seek out a man. In spite of the discomfort of the Verderer's manhood embedded in her, she began to understand the excitement her ladies-in-waiting would have before a tryst with one of the castle guards. Her attendants tried to hide these little indiscretions from her, but she always knew before one of them would disappear and show up again an hour later with a glow in her cheeks and her hair pulled free of the combs.

Almost as if the Verderer could read her mind, she felt his strong hand grab a handful of her thick hair and use the dark curls like reins as he rode her jerking body. Christine bucked her hips like a wild-eyed filly new to the saddle; the movement added both to the excitement of being ridden and the pleasure she was feeling from inside. It was rough, but at the same time Christine felt more alive than ever.

Werner's fingers twist deeper into her hair and pull her head back as his mouth claimed her lips possessively demanding her surrender.

Years ago, in her father's library she found an account of one of her great, great grandmothers. A proud Saxon beauty held captive in her own ancestral holding by the Norman knight whose descendants became the House Gerard. When William the Conqueror doled out the villages, hamlets and holdings to his loyal knights, this unmarried daughter of the former lord came as part of the land grant. The Saxon noblewoman's untouched body was awarded along with the rest of the Earls' holdings, cattle and fields to use as the Norman invader pleased. According to the neatly inked account of the manuscript, the newly-landed knight never married this captive maiden, but he repeatedly visited her bed to enjoy his **** captive's feminine charms. In time, the virile knight fathered three sons and two daughters from the young woman's fertile womb. The oldest of the boys in time inherited the lands and titles that would eventually become the Gerard family.

Like the Norman conqueror in that history, Werner had near complete control of her in this position; it would be he that would decide if his male essence seeded her fallow womb; to her surprise she realized that she didn't even care. She may be ruined in the eyes of many, but she would be the Verderer's woman to use as he wanted, and she could think of far worse fates.