Give in and get your field plowed

You lean over and rest a hand on Osmand's big tent in his pants. You unbutton him quickly, opening the flap of his trousers and quietly sighing at the sight of his enormous prick. It isn't especially wide, just average, but it's nearly a foot long.

"Is this for me?" you ask, wrapping your soft hand around it and stroking up the huge shaft.

Osmand doesn't waste any time. He pushes you onto your back on the ground and hitches your skirt up, over your knees, up until it bunches up at your thighs. Your underwear are exposed and these he drags roughly down your legs. Looking at you from above he reaches down and grips the neckline of your blouse and drags it down until the soft mounds of your breasts spring free. He mawls them with his big hands and pinches the nipples, then pushes your knees apart and crawls forward to kneel between your legs.

You look down and see his cock in his fist, big as a truncheon. He drags the head up and down your slit a few times. He parts the barely-lubricated folds of your lower lips and feeds the first few inches of his cock into your unprepared love tunnel. You stifle a cry of pain as he continues, pushing deeper and deeper until he finds the molten depths of your cunt and your devour every inch of his huge cock, impaled to the hilt until his heavy balls rest against your asshole.

You moan at his first stroke and Osmand quiets you by leaning down and covering your lips with his. As his tongue fills your mouth he draws out inch after inch after inch, leaving you feeling empty, then he shoves it slowly back in. After a few thrusts like this his cock has been slicked by your juices and he picks up the pace, his cock slushing into your depths, his balls and thighs slapping against your ass.

"You're so tight and hot around my big dick," he groans between kisses. "And that little slit took every inch."

Though he is a vigorous lover and his cock is quite large, he is not good. He ruts into you like a beast, fucking in and out of your pussy so fast and so deep that you ache from each stroke. When he isn't thrusting his tongue into your mouth he lowers his head and sucks and bites at your nipples.

After several minutes you are both drenched in sweat. Your breasts jiggle with every thrust and your cunt is raw and aching from the steady in and out of Osmand's massive tool. You can feel it swelling inside you. Feel him getting ready to explode.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he says. "I want you to feel it, slut. Feel my cum."

"Pull out," you plead.

He just laughs and takes hold of your hips in both hands and pounds in and out. He cries with pleasure and leans back, his cock throbbing and warm spunk gushing into your depth. It pours out in massive quantities, drenching your battered cervix and squirting into your womb. His balls twitch as he unleashes another mighty pump that travels up the impressive length of his cock and explodes out as a scalding-hot glob.

He's still cumming inside you when you see Harietta, standing behind Osmand. Before you can shout a warning she raises her staff and speaks a mystical phrase. A beam of light strikes you and Osmand. You don't feel anything more after that. You and Osmand are turned to stone, two statues locked forever in a carnal embrace, a monument in this forlorn place to what happens when a woman is scorned.

Whether or not Harietta takes the stone to the druids and completes your quest is something you will never know, frozen forever with a massive prick exploding deep inside your cunt.