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Chapter 17 by hematoma hematoma

What do you do?

Bend over and take it

"Do it, you beast," you say. "You may claim my chastity, but you will never claim my heart."

The watchman laughs.

"Don't want your heart, just a piece of that pussy. Now turn it around, sister!"

He grabs your wrist and spins you around. A rough hand on your back bends you over the chair draped with your wet gown. He strokes your bottom and you tremble against his hand. His fingers tease the warm crescent of your crack, your firm cheeks opened by your posture so that he is able to casually tease your sensitive anus. His touch does not linger long against your clenching hole. He strokes lower, petting your furry quim gently before squeezing it in his hand until you gasp.

"Yesss, so warm and wet," he murmurs, leaning over you. "A mouthful of medicine from my cock and you were in heat."

He drags a finger between your folds, gathering your slickness. He lifts his finger top his face, smelling your scent and tasting it from his finger.

"Oh, that's sweet! Here," he repeats the motion, dragging lightly between your lower lips, "have a taste."

The watchman thrusts his slick finger into your mouth, nearly gagging you. There is a faint sweetness there and a slick texture on his fingertip, but it is almost immediately washed away by the bitterness of his rough, dirty finger. Despite the unpleasant taste, you find yourself sucking his finger as his cockhead begins to rub against the folds of your sex. You lips pop around his finger and you moan.

"Thaaaaat's it," laughs the watchman. "Enjoy it, little sister. It will be much nicer if you enjoy it."

His cock rubs against the backs of your thighs and he presses it into the thatch of your hair. The heat of it makes you hiss as the tip opens your slick folds. You suck in breath around the watchman's finger as his cock invades your virgin cunt. The pain is sharp as his manhood penetrates you. A pinch that reverberates in your mind as his cock in your body replaces the invisible thread that links you to the Burning Rose. He stretches you wide in a single stroke, his cock pressing against your cervix and his dangling bollocks, still damp with your spit, slapping against your clit.

"Mmmmmmmm!" you cry and suck harder at his finger.

"Oh fuck, you were true. That's tight as a cleric's purse." He takes his time, sliding most of the way out of you and feeding his cock slowly back in again. "Sweet sister, ohhhhhh, you've no idea how long it's been since I've felt a cunt that good."

He pops his finger out of your mouth so he can hold your hips with both hands. He begins to fuck into you, steady at first, slow, but harder and harder with each thrust. The chair creaks beneath your elbows and each slapping collision of his hips on your ass forces a little gasp from your parted lips. The violation is profound, but fleeting, replaced quickly with the heat of his cock and the reality of its shape, stroking inside your aching cunt.

You begin to move against him. You hear a satisfied laugh from the watchman as you arch your back and roll your hips, taking his cock into your increasingly wet cunt. You don't care what he think of you. The feel of his cock is incredible, as much a religious revelation as any you experienced in the abbey. Your body tightens. Your hair falls in your face as you bounce back against him. Your core seems to tighten and then explode in hot, rippling pleasure.

"Ohhhh, I feel that," he groans. "You needed it!"

"Yesss," you moan. "Fuck me."

The watchman pounds his cock into you, so hard that it almost hurts. It's huge inside you. His balls tight against your clit as he buries his cock to the hilt in your clutching tunnel. Hot cum fires against your cervix. His seed gushes into you in throbbing spurts, smearing his shaft and oozing out of your stuffed cunt. Spent, he slowly backs his cock out of you, finally leaving your stretched tunnel with a soft slurp and dripping cum down your thighs.

"Ohhhh love, you're a spark of fire," he pulls you to your feet and turns you around. His hands squeeze your ass and he pulls you into a kiss. You don't hesitate for a moment, opening your mouth to him and returning the hot passion of his kiss. "That's a sweet one. Let's have a bit of drink to warm up."

He sits back on his bench, still naked from his waist down. He smiles as he produces a flask of something strong and pours a drink into two tin cups. He holds one out to you.

"Come on," he says, shaking the cup. "Warm your belly even better than all that cum I just put up it."

What do you do?

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