Give in and let him pole your bottom

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.

"Spit on it," Osmand says.

You lean your head over his big prick and let some spit form on your lips. You drool a long strand of saliva onto his cock and over your slowly stroking hand. You spread the spit all over his prick until it is glistening wet.

"Let me see that arse you've been hiding from me," Osmand demands.

You get up and turn around. Osmand lifts your skirt up your legs exposing the smooth, pale skin of the backs of your thighs and flips it up above your underwear-clad ass. You lean forward, showing him the luscious globes of your butt. He does away with the panties, pulling them down your ass and standing up behind you. He pushes you over, down onto your hands and knees.

"Get that ass up in the air," he insists and you comply, lowering your breasts to the soft grass and laying your face on the ground. "Yes, that's real good. That little slut ass is going to get fucked."

Osmand lays his big hands on the exposed round of your ass and spreads apart your tender cheeks. You can feel your crack opened to the cool night air as it blows over your clenched hole and the moist lips of your pussy.

"Oh that's a beautiful sight," Osmand admires. "I think it's time to pluck that rosebud."

You hear him spit and a moment later you feel his wet fingers pressing against your tight hole. Osmand admonishes you to relax and you grunt a little as two of his fingers **** their way inside your tiny asshole. The spit lube is only just barely enough as his two fingers in deeper and widens your clenched ring.

He withdraws them abruptly and scoots in behind you. He's on his knees and you know what he's doing. The hard, bulbous head of his cock nestles against your still-stretched hole. Osmand slowly, but insistently, presses it in, widening your ass further and impaling you on his long shaft. He groans as it begins to slide into your depth and he isn't satisfied until you feel his balls pressing against your clit and the wait of his body against your ass.

"My gods, it's so warm and tight," he murmurs from behind you.

Osmand proceeds to fuck your ass just short of violently. You cry out quietly each time he sheaths the full length of his prick in your bowels and gasp with pleasure each time his swinging balls slap against your clit. The pain of it never goes away entirely, but you do manage to relax enough for Osmand's incredible cock to work in and out with less difficulty.

Before long he's hammering into you, feeding his dick in and out, your cheek mashing into the ground and your breasts hot with friction against the grass. You can tell he's very close and you squeeze him with your muscles, coaxing his orgasm along with each thrust all the way to the hilt into your aching hole. He takes hold of your hips and pounds harder and faster, slapping against you again and again until he cries out, shouting his pleasure, and cums.

You feel his prick throbbing between your cheeks, twitching as he unleashes his load of spunk deep within your tender bowels. The heat of his orgasmic juices saturates your body and though you do not cum yourself you can feel the juices from your pussy soaking your thighs. You lift your head up from the ground, squeezing and milking his surging cock with your inner muscles. You look back at him leaned over your ass, holding in place as he pumps you to overflowing, and you see Harietta standing behind him.

Before you can warn Osmand, with him still cumming in your ass, his wife says something in the tongue of magic and 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 your ass skewered by Osmand's prick.