Deflowering the garden

"Serena" you whisper close to her ear "You are simply the most beautiful woman I ever saw. I would like nothing better than worship at your feet for all eternity" It was something he once heard Sir Scott Gygora say, and the Lady seemed to like the notion. From Serena, it attracted just an amused smirk

"My, oh my... is this a Sergent that I met, or a poet in disguise? A deadly warrior, or a bard?" She caress your beard, and leans closer to examine your face.

"Strange, I cant see the traces of a cultured man" She was leaning closer and closer, and gave such a fantastic view down her rack. She sniff your neck "nor do you smell of perfume... if anything, you stink of sweat Mister Jonathon. Which one are you?".

Tease, you think, and she is just about to pull away and leave you spear-hard. But rather than let the little minx get away with it, you hold her hand, and puts it over your swelling cock.

"Poet alright... My cock is hard and brim filled with seed."she widens her eyes at your temerity, and her smile gets a tone of pride when she sees how crazy you are getting for her. "This spear is ready for combat, and I never failed to subdue a foe" You can feel her hand beginning to brush and against your cock. "You could have anyone, but you chose me. I will have you, take me to one of the mazes"

She begins to look around, but it is your time to hold her face, facing you. You have a confident smirk, the minx will obey your every order. if you told her to strip bare here, she would do it. You trail her steps as you move to the nearest maze, the walls of vegetation soon greeting another visitor.

Debauchery in these parties have worsened to such a point there were certainly at least a couple other visitors doing just the same as them tonight. They were unseen, but as you devoured each other with kisses you could hear moans in the breeze. To think soon Serena drove you crazy.

Her dress was half undone when you found a bench to lay her down. her left breast hang loose, a delicious apple enticing more bites. "ooh, my brave Wintergale." Her breasts were more than a handful, and she was so sensible around those pink nipples. She had finally gotten your pants loose enough to get a true hold in your cock, and with vehemence she started to stroke it

You **** her to lay again on the bench, and position just under her breasts. She laughs delightfully as you place your cock between her breasts and she pressed them together. The proximity to your cock head seems to drive her wild, and soon you shoot a small bit of precum that hits her face.

"Pleaseee.... do it now. I cant wait to find out how does it feel to have a warrior between my legs. I feel my pussy squirming in anticipation" She said with such hunger that you found yourself cruel to not abide her desire. Her legs, her deliciously long legs, still dressed in the dark stockings, were parted wide apart, and the panties there merely pulled to the side. The shaved pussy that you found was glistering wet already,so fucking inviting.

The bitch howled to the moon when you started to enter her. And again when you tried a little more. She is holding your hand and breathing fast, begging "dont you dare to stop now". Your cock hardens further as you feel the barrier of her virginity, and you retreat a little.

The thrust was the finest you ever gave. None of your martial conquests wailed as beautifully as Serena as she coated your weapon with blood, she has tears in her eyes and passionate moans in her lips. Unbound, the slut inside her starts to meet you thrust by thrust, and it takes you all your restraint to not cum there and then. As it was, it was her voice that started the crescendo of passion, and her nails that marked your arms with the unquestionable proof of her orgasm.

Her beautiful, angelic, blissful face, you no longer feel the need to hold yourself and release the torrent of cum into her waiting womb. Your grunts on occasion gave rooms for more nibbling bites in her adorable breasts, but eventually you feel yourself limp, and look into her eyes.

There was... sorrow there. Sadness. She says "I am sorry... I am sorry it was you, Johnaton Wintergale. But my father, Lord Ulintine, had just promised me to Lord Lothar, a true monster. Now... tomorrow I will join a covenant, and you will have to face him in a duel. I am sorry"