Mila. (Corruption)

A sneer forms on your face, who does she think she is, telling you what to do? You slowly stand up and follow her to the door, taking in her lither form from behind. Not much to look at, with her wearing a plain green cotton dress, her hair in a loose ponytail. She didn't take care of her beauty since Dave left for his training, but there was a certain youthful charm nonetheless.

With hunger in your eyes, you catch up and grab her arm. Being much stronger than an untrained village girl a year younger than you, Mila comes to an abrupt halt, unable to reach the door with an outstretched hand. Swiftly snaking your other arm around her waist, you spin the girl around and push her back to the kitchen table.

"Jack what are you doing?!"

Mila shouts angrily, looking at parts confused and parts scared. Maybe her instincts realize what is about to happen? You don't care, quickly following behind. One of your hands grips her lower back, mashing her small breasts into the hard, coarse wood of the table, bending her body over the furniture.

"Fuck, no, what has gotten into you? Don't...."

Your other lashes out, right across Mila's face when she turns to shout again. She doesn't need to talk while doing this, right? Seconds thoughts form about what you are about to do when the girl instantly quietens down, tears beginning to form in her eyes. But any regret you may feel now is quickly suppressed, you went too far to back out now, or so you tell yourself.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you pull your second hand back from the girl's face and grip the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her ass, revealing a pale ass. You move your eyes back to her face, finding it facing to the side, cheek on the wooden table, new tears now freely flowing. Good, she knows what's about to happen - and knows any resistance will only lead to more pain.

Undoing your pants with one hand is a challenge, but they fall to the ground after a bit of fumbling. Before getting any second thoughts again you line yourself up, running your dick up and down her very dry slit. The contact seems to rekindle some fire in the girl, who starts to struggle a bit. But you are way stronger than Mila and she knows it. When you raise your hand threateningly you see the fear in her eyes, which is quickly replaced with acceptance.

You just toy with her for a few minutes, groping her body and ass, never stopping teasing her entrance. You could have just fucked her and be done with it, but you would wager going in dry would hurt you as much as it would hurt her. Mila for her part just whimpers, with the occasional moan. Even if unwilling her body reacts, lubricating her entrance at least a little bit. Good enough you think, now fully lining up and pushing your rod slowly inside.

The whimpering doubles down, evolving into sounds of pain when you in full, taking her virginity. It's unnaturally tight, maybe because you are way above average in the size department? After another thought you decide you don't care, this isn't about her, it's about you.

Mind steeled you pull almost fully out, before going back in. The feeling is heavenly, like nothing you have ever felt before. Oh, you did go to the local whore a couple of times, but the woman was rather old and loose, not giving much pleasure with the daily used body of a working girl.

Mila, the tight virgin she was, was way better. You start picking up your pace, now fucking the girl with the vigor of a young boy, grunting and moaning as you do so. Mila for her part shut her eyes at some point, the only sound leaving her lips are soft moans she is trying to suppress. Even if unwilling her body is reacting, slowly getting wetter and wetter the longer you rut into her.

Almost half an hour into the coupling you feel your orgasm approaching - and seeing no reason to pull out you pick up your pace again ready to unload. Mila's eyes snap open when you speed up, seemingly knowing what's about to happen, head in your direction.

"Please don't finish inside, I don't want to get pregnant. You already ruined my life with this, Dave would never want me should he come back, don't make it worse"

She pleads with the occasional sob, realizing that her future is bleak already, no one wanting to marry a used woman, **** or not. You just smile cruelly, hitting yourself inside and realizing your semen with a roar. Who cares what the bitch is thinking, you don't care what happens to her after you leave tonight, after all.

Slowly lean your body forward and resting your upper body on her back, one of your hands grab her head and pull back, forcefully locking lips for a kiss.

"At least you will have something to do when I'm gone, caring for our child will do you some good"

Before she can register your words and answer, you notice your cock is still hard. No person to waste such an opportunity you start fucking her again, this time with slow and deep thrusts, keeping your body on hers, using your now free hand to snake under her body and grope the small breasts trapped underneath.

Mila for her part has adapted an empty look, all fight leaving her body. The only sound for the next two hours is of flesh slapping against each other and low moans and grunts. When you hilt yourself for the third time and cum, your semen is already tripping on the floor from her overflowing pussy. Mila's body has stopped fighting the pleasure by this point, shuttering in a **** orgasm on its own.

Without a care in the world, you pull yourself out, pulling your pants back up. Without a word you leave the girl right there, more semen mixed with blood now flowing down her leg. You know you don't have much time, the mayor or Mila's father will soon be looking for her - and they know that she is with you. Rushing to your room you strap your father's old iron sword to your hip and slung his bow over your shoulder.

Some clothes and essentials go into a simple sack, which you fling over your shoulder. Time to go. On your way out you cast one last look at your neighbor, the girl didn't get up, still with that dead gaze she got when you came inside the first time. If you didn't see her back slowing going up and down, you would think she stopped breathing and died.

Shaking your head you get out of the house and close the door behind you, never looking back. You take the fastest way out of the village, a basic dirt road leading to the next town across the plains while trying not to get spotted by anyone. Good thing it's already quite late with most people at their homes.

Next stop the capital.