No, you are overpowered.

You feebly try to push Goroff off of you, but he's much stronger and easily pushes you back and holds you down. Then there's a brief pause as he fumbles around now there positioning his member with his free hand. You can't see what he's doing but you know that it's somehow going to aid him in taking your only possession of any value. You start to open your mouth to beg him not to when he pushes his member back into your sex, causing you to only produce pained moans instead.

Then he starts thrusting hard into you, it feels like he's stabbing you down there. You cry out in pain and futilely try to squirm away from him, he holds you in place and keeps fucking you hard and deep. Your hymen is doubtlessly destroyed, your future along with it. Regret starts to wash over you anew. If you had known how much it was going to hurt you never would've agreed to this. And you have several hundred more boys to spread your legs for over the next several months; if they all hurt this bad you'll never make it.

Suddenly his pounded member hits what feels like the back of your vagina. This impact hurts especially bad. "Owww," You whine at him, "please be gentle."

Without skipping a thrust he barks at you through clenched teeth "Take it, whore," You immediately recoil in fear and then start to cry. He pays you no regard. Again, in your head you start running through all the consequences you now face for allowing him to penetrate you, it's become a coping mechanism of sorts. Best case scenario: you fuck every boy in town, eventually get pregnant and get shipped to the city of Tentat-on-Onis never to be heard from again. Worst case: you offend the powers that be by either not fucking enough boys or flouting your sexuality too much and they put you on trial and hang you in the town square. How could you have been so stupid?

You are in the middle of cursing yourself again when you notice that it's not hurting anymore. And not from a lack of effort on Goroff's part. Right now it just feels big. Much bigger than your fingertips or that magic vibrating egg, the only other things you've had inside you. And you never anticipated how large he would feel as he stretched out your insides, perhaps permanently, who knows? All you know is he's stretched you to a fullness you'd never even imagined.

Gradually you start to realize that his pounding actually feels good. Really really good. You start to instinctively rock your hips in rhythm with Goroff, maximizing the stimulation of your little button. Goroff obliges your unspoken request by sliding one of his hands down to help you along while continuing to fuck you hard and deep.

It's not long before you are driven nearly senseless, barely aware that anything exists in the world except the pressure on your clitty and the massive organ pummeling your womanhood. You are vaguely aware that you are screaming obscenities that you wouldn't have dared to even whisper before in your life. Finally you reach your peak, cumming on Goroff's cock so that hard that your ears pop. For several glorious seconds you don't hear, speak, breath or even think. In those seconds you exist as nothing more than an incredibly willing, orgasming fuck hole for Goroff's cock. And you've finally found your place in the world.

Goroff hasn't quite found what he's searching for, however, and he continues to seek it inside of you. As the aftershocks of your first real orgasm begin to subside your pain sensitivity begins to return. "Ow," you whine, "please not so hard."

True to form, Goroff simply shifts positions to better hold you down. "Almost done," He growls through his clenched teeth. You have **** but to go along, flinching every time he hits the back of your vagina. Thankfully it's not long before Goroff cums, shoving himself as deep into you as he can and shuddering mightily while he fills you.

In addition to cum, you are suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of calm. Irrationally, all your fears about your now-uncertain future are set aside and you feel utterly at peace with what you've done. Even after Goroff crawls off of you and begins to dress, you continue to lay in the hay, legs spread wide, focusing on the feeling of a strand of cum as it rolls out of your sex and down towards your butt. You realize that Goroff is awkwardly averting his eyes from you, his sense of shame having returned before yours, but your strange sense of calm prevents you from even preserving the remnants of your modesty. Casually, you run your hand along your butt cheek, collecting the strand of seed on your finger. You decide not to taste it when you notice that it's mixed with a healthy amount of your own blood. There will certainly be plenty of chances for you to taste it later.

"You should get dressed," Goroff, who is now fully clothed, looks away from you as he speaks. "And then I'll take you back to town." The talk of facing the town again is sobering enough that you are able to bring yourself to obey Goroff, and you dress carefully, so as to not appear obviously disheveled when you return.

Goroff steps out of the barn while you dress, when you are done you call him back in. "I want to thank you," He says. "Now that I'm officially a man, I'll be able to go do battle against the Jotnar. And also for picking me first." He clears his throat. "I also found your body enjoyable."

You sigh. This is about as much affection as you can expect, given your new station.

"Also," Goroff continues. "I'm going to put a symbol on my shield for you. I've decided on a sparrow with a broken wing." He then launches into a relatively lengthy, dramatic description of his reasons for assigning you this symbol. Even though you can't really follow it, it's all based on the teaching and deeds of Sabathiel, so it must be a good symbol.

You are otherwise unaffected by the melodrama, but it's an undeniably huge honor to have a symbol on a Bannor warrior's shield. And it could prove useful later in life if Goroff survives the war and becomes a man of import in society.

"Now, what do you say we take you back to town?"