It's Werner's turn

Christine found she couldn't think straight about any of this. She should be mortified by the loss of her honour, perhaps worried that the Verderer's seed might soon be taking root in her young, fertile womb or at least reacting to the ache of the man's member throbbing within her. Instead, all she could do is whimper softly and rock instinctively each time the man pushes deeply into her. It still hurt - a little, but a more pressing need was keeping her from dwelling on any of those considerations.

"Oh, Holy Mother of God ... don't stop ... please, I need this ... Sweet Mary, please..." To her surprise it is Marielle who takes charge. The matron's hands were somehow between the Verderer's hard muscles and her soft curves, everywhere the woman stroked created sparks of sensations, but when the woman's fingers found the juncture of her union with Werner a whole new wave of pleasure started building within her core.

"Go ahead, Dear." She gave her husband free reign to unleash the full masculine strength and power of his desire. "She's as ready as she'll ever be. Time to show her how a man can please a woman, just as this little beauty is pleasing you." With a groan of desire, the man hooked Christine's knees with his elbows and bent her legs up so each thrust could fill her completely. "That's right Tiger, this is a night to remember. No man will ever be able to claim this tight pussy like you ever again. You finally get to deflower a virgin after all these years, Honey." The Verderer's wife urged them on. "I want you both to remember this for the rest of your lives." Christine knew that she'd remember this moment, and some small feminine part of her felt a pride that Werner too might think fondly about her for the rest of his life. By now Master Werner had pulled her ankles to his shoulders and it felt to Christine that the man was determined to ruin her forever.

"Oh Fuck!" Werner's coarse language catches her by surprise. Christine had heard guardsmen use this kind of language when they hadn't realized she was close enough to overhear them, but never like this. "Oh fuck, Mari, she's so fucking tight." The Verderer was grunting loudly as he pounded even harder into her raised sex. He didn't care about her delicate sensibilities; he didn't even care that she had been a virgin just minutes ago, all he cared about was how good this delicate damsel felt pulsing against his manhood. Marielle watched her husband with growing concern, after all these years she recognized the signs of his approaching climax.

"Not inside her, Hun." She half climbed on the man's back so she could speak directly into his ear. "You're not going to ruin this girl's life, Werner." She had thought he'd last longer after blowing his load all over Evelyn's pretty face, but she should have expected that he'd like this. Her voice took on the firm tone Christine remembered from her mother before the Baroness fell ill. "You hear me?"

"I hear you, Mari." The Verderer grunted, as her picked up his pace even more straining against the need to let go, "she's close, ugh - so close!" It was a race to see which of the two of them would reach the end-line first, and he intended to see to it that Evelyn exploded one more time before he did.