It's a little rough

"I'll try." The man gasped as he settled between her thighs, but Christine knew that as small and tight as her sex was that his penis was going to tear her open. What little she knew about the maid's role in her first union was that she must bleed upon the man's sword as he stabbed deeply into her. She had nothing to compare it to, but when she felt the hot length of the Verderer's member sandwiched between their bellies, she was pretty sure that this man was above average in both length and girth.

"This may hurt a little, Evelyn." Master Werner murmured as he reached between them to position his manhood against her slit, rubbing it along the slick petals to lubricate the head. By this point all she could do was moan softly and cling to his neck as she waited for the inevitable loss of her maidenhead. The first two times he rocked forward actually felt pretty good as his swollen head pressed against her dripping folds, but on the third thrust it slipped into the entryway of her channel and the pressure of his manhood beginning to fill her made her stiffen in his arms. "My God, you're tight." Werner growled into her ear as he shifted forward to prepare for the next thrust.

Not for the first time the Verderer wondered about this maid 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. Some of the most successful merchants lived like nobles and their daughters were as pure and soft as this, but how could a young woman from a family like that end up alone with her brother. The most likely explanation was that she was fleeing an arranged marriage, that would explain why it was he and not some fat wool merchant that 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 his cock, the Verderer had no reason to doubt her claim. God this was going to be good!

"I know," the Verderer's voice was heavy with excitement, "that's just one of the reasons I couldn't keep away." He rocked forward again, and Christine felt her insides being slowly ripped in two. She was right in her assessment, there is no way that something that big would fit into her delicate body.

"Oww, it hurts." She whimpered, "you have to stop." To her relief the Verderer eased back a little, and she could hear the effort in his voice as he softly kissed her temple and whispered encouragement.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't stop now." Christine felt a moment of panic; she didn't want him to stop, just to be a little more gentle. She felt him shift his grip again, grabbing a handful of her hair he tilted her head back so his lips could find hers for a passionate kiss. This position also arched her back and lifted her firm breasts up against his chest, and the combination of sensations from her mouth and nipples made her forget anything else for just a minute. Then, just as the kiss ended, he stabbed deeply in an abrupt thrust, forcing his way into her like an iron wedge splitting into an oak log. The proof of her chastity was shredded as pain exploded from her loins.

"Aiiighh!!" Her exclamation was as much one of surprise as pain, because although his manhood had torn through her hymen, her young body had somehow stretched to accommodate his girth. Nothing had prepared her for the feeling of being filled like this; she could feel the throbbing where the Verderer's penis had ruptured her maidenhead but although it was painful, the sensation of being stretched open from within was surprisingly fulfilling. Thankfully, after that sudden invasion, Werner stilled his body and let her get accustomed to the feeling; as long as he didn't move the pain wasn't bad.

"I'm so sorry, to have to hurt you like that." He murmured, "but it was the best way to do it." In his arms he heard Evelyn sniffle softly, but she seemed to understand, and he began to rock deeper into her tight passage. Each gentle thrust brought a whimper or grunt, but she was no longer crying out and the feeling of her virgin pussy clamped around his cock was unlike any he had ever felt. Knowing that he was the first man to ever breach her like this 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, and he resisted the urge to satisfy his burning need by plunging into her again and again. Instead, he reached for Evelyn's hand and drew it down to where their bodies were joined.

"Touch yourself," he ordered her firmly, "rub your clit while I fuck you." Then his free hand slipped behind her knee, and he lifted it almost to her chest as he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts.

Christine wasn't exactly sure what he meant by clit, but her fingers were soon jilling the folds of her sex in time with his steady rocking. She felt the heat and size of his manhood as it slid past her fingertips, and she wondered idly if all men were this large. The rubbing helped with the discomfort a little, and then there was something else too. A growing need that was becoming as strong as the pain, and slowly her moans changed into gasps of wonder.