Hell yes!

"This may hurt a little, Evelyn." The Verderer murmured as he reached down to position his throbbing cock against the slick folds he had been so recently tasting. This pretty maid is more than ready for this, but as small and tight as she is, there is no way to avoid the pain of her first time. By this point she was moaning and twitching as he lowered himself onto her tiny body, and her arms reached up around his neck as she waited for the loss of her maidenhead. The first time he rocked forward he could feel her lips start to separate, but he was too big for this tight slit. Still, Jt felt so good as his swollen head pressed against her dripping folds, and on the third thrust he pushed into the entryway of her channel. The sudden intrusion made Evelyn stiffen in his arms. "My God, you're tight." Werner growled into her ear as he shifted forward to prepare for the next critical thrust.

Not for the first time, the Verderer wondered about this pretty young maiden and why she was wandering alone through the old forest. She was clearly used to a finer life than he, and her father was no common merchant. It was well known that some of the most successful merchants lived like nobles and their pampered daughters were as pure and soft as this, but how a young woman from a family like that end up alone with her brother was still a mystery. The most likely explanation is that she was fleeing an arranged marriage, that would explain why it was he and not some fat wool merchant who was going to claim this prize.

"I'm a virgin," Christine repeated softly into his ear. "No man has ever even seen me without clothes, not to mention laying with me like this." Judging by the grip of her pussy around the head of his cock, the Verderer had no reason to doubt her claim. God this was going to be good! Marielle is still a beautiful woman, but her cold demeanor had made sharing her bed less pleasurable, and even on their wedding night she hadn't been a virgin like Evelyn.

"I'll be as careful as I can," the Verderer's voice was heavy with excitement, "but it might still hurt a little." He rocked forward again, and felt her insides being slowly opened to accept his girth. It was going to take a little more work to get his big cock to fit into her delicate body. To think a simple man like him was going to be the one to deflower this perfect angel!

"Oww, it hurts, it's too big." He had expected her protests and pulled out a little, allowing her a little reprieve while still savoring the feeling of her tightness clamped around the fat head of his cock.

"It'll be OK, but I promise." The Verderer hushed the whimpering girl before he slowly pushed in again up against the barrier of her hymen. He knew that she'd cry out when the moment came, and he could take the risk of her waking Marielle. With a handful of her hair, he tilted her head back so his lips could find hers and silence her as he got claimed her. This position arched her back and lifted her firm breasts up against his chest, and the feeling of her sweet young body spread out under him was more than he could take. The Verderer stabbed deeply in an abrupt thrust, tearing through her maidenhead and pressing deep inside.

"Aimmmpphh!!" Christine's exclamation was as much one of surprise as pain, because although the Verderer's manhood had torn through her hymen, her young body had somehow stretched to accommodate his girth. Nothing in her sheltered life had prepared her for the feeling of being filled like this; the throbbing inside her where the Verderer's penis had ruptured her maidenhead was painful, but the sensation of being stretched open from within was surprisingly fulfilling. Thankfully, Master Werner seemed to understand that she needed a chance to get used to his girth after that first sudden invasion, He lifted his large frame from her torso and stroked her gently where his member joined their two bodies.

"I'm so sorry, to have had to hurt you like that." Master Werner murmured, "but it was the best way to do it." Christine nodded quickly in the dark, afraid that if she tried to speak her words would come out in broken sobs. Perhaps taking her silence as permission to continue, he began to rock deeper into her tight passage. With each gentle thrust a soft whimper escaped her clench teeth, but it was getting better, and the feeling of her virgin pussy being stretched open around his cock was unlike anything she had ever felt. The combination of pain and pleasure was making it hard to think, and all she knew was that she wanted more.

Werner was ready to crow in triumph. Knowing that he was the first man to ever breach this chaste young woman made the experience even better. "It'll feel good soon, hun, I promise." With those tender words of encouragement, he gripped her hair even more firmly and pushed as deeply as he could into her petite frame. Once again, she gave a little 'yelp' but he was in as far as he was ever going to get. The Verderer had never 'bottomed out' in a woman before but just before his hips met hers, the head of his cock bumped into a fleshy wall that stopped his forward progress. He backed out nearly all the way before sinking into her again in one long smooth stroke as his grip in her hair tightened and her back arched once again. This time, her cry of pain was less sharp, and he knew that he was making progress.

"How are you doing?" He asked the young woman moaning again beneath him. He wasn't trying to hurt the maid, but there was a satisfaction in knowing he had filled her to her limit and her moans and soft whimpers were as erotic as any nasty words spoken by the harlots who earned their tips by urging men on.

"It's OK," she whispered hoarsely, "just be gentle, please." Werner wished there was even just a little light in the stables so he could see the beautiful woman laid out beneath him, he tried to picture her perfect breasts bobbing with the rhythm of his thrusts, and those clear blue eyes staring at him in wonder as he stretched her open for the first time. To be fair he admitted, other than the orgasm he had given the maid before laying her on her back, most of the pleasure so far had been for him. The Verderer was not an unkind lover, but now that she was stretched open, he allowed himself to satisfy his burning need by plunging into her again and again.

All too soon he felt the familiar tightness of his balls and remembered that as wicked as deflowering Evelyn was, leaving her unmarried and with a child in her belly would be a true sin. Unbidden, the mental picture of this petite beauty with her belly swollen out like a watermelon with his child flashed and his control started to weaken.