Take her... by love!

"You two, get the fuck out of here," you motioned to the guards. They sensed what you were planning, and scurried for the door as ordered. Your men would hopefully have the sense to set up posts, barriers, and foraging parties while you, shall we say, attended to business. You were static as they closed the door behind them, but you cracked your knuckles mentally. You would not take simply her like you'd had so many girls before. No, you'd win her.

You turned to her. "Tell me Abi," your gaze drifted up and down her body like a hunter upon a clean kill, "How long have you lived here?"

"All my life, sir." The peasant responded earnestly, with perhaps a bit of a quiver in her voice.

"Ah! Not 'sir,' Abi. I'm a prince." You flashed your sword to her. Though she could hardly know the regalia of your kingdom, it would no doubt impress your status upon her. Even the quality of the steel might incline her to believe you. She seemed taken aback by your statement. If she'd ever since nobility, it would likely be a local ruler - a baron - at most.

"A prince?" Her face shifted from surprise to glee. "You're a prince?! By the Gods that's incredible!" She grabbed your hand. "Tell me about what it's like to a prince." You cracked a grin, and began...

As the sun finally set and evening became night, the conversation drifted from talk of flowers and games to courtly love and dreams. Your vain attempt to impress her with a recitation of a Roman love poem, translated to Jut of course, earned you a brief applause and a giggle from the young blonde. You made a simple joke, that your cock was the size of Jupiter or some such nonsense— expecting some flustering on her part. Instead, you were greeted with sheer confusion? "Cock?" she asked, tilting her head to the left slightly. You didn't know what to say.

"Yes, Abi, my cock," you gripped your groin. You chortled, "Haven't you ever heard of a cock?"

"What's a cock?" she questioned again, as unfazed as the first time.

"This is a cock, Abi," you said, pulling down your breeches and lifting up your soft dick. "Haven't you ever seen one?" You held your meat mallet in your hand, waving it towards her in a joking fashion.

"N-no," she responded, almost embarrassed by her lack of experience. "O-only on animals— never this big." Cute- she thought it was big now.

You couldn't let a girl like this go to waste. "Why don't you try touching it?" you suggested. Might as well get this started.

She paused for a bit and appeared to look around, as though she was waiting for someone to stop her. Finding no one, she looked back up and you,"O-ok." She put her delicate hands on your cock, which was already beginning to stiffen. She gave it one or two imprecise strokes. "Huh?! It's growing!" she exclaimed.

"That happens whenever a man sees a beautiful lady he wants to make love with," you said with a smile. "It means I love you, Abi."

"Ooooohhh" she agreed, nodding as though she understood. She kept stroking your cock slowly and erratically, unsure of herself. She was so self-conscious about her technique that she constantly looked up at you with big eyes, begging for approval. It was as though her eyes wanted you to pat her on the head and tell her she was a good girl. You didn't intervene explicitly per say, but you made sure she began using two hands. You wouldn't want her to miss a spot on your cock, now would you?

"Do you love me too, Abi?" you asked her as she pumped away at your cock.

She put one thumb on her chin while the other hand kept at its task. "Hmmm," she thought deeply, "I don't know. I just met you."

"I can tell if you love me. I have a special way."

"Oh really?" She smiled at you. "How's that?" She took her hands off your cock for a moment. You'd have to fix that.

"First, why don't you lick your hands and get back to stroking me."

She sighed. "Alright..." She took her tongue and licked both her hands, up and down, making sure to coat each hand in saliva as best she could. You didn't doubt she got the taste of your cock on her mouth. It would be sweaty from your long day's ride, salty as your semen. She put her wet hands on your cock and started pumping up and down again, much smoother than before.

You didn't answer right away. Instead you stood in place above her and spent your time relishing openly in her handjob. You rewarded each stroke with a moan or word of encouragement. She rapidly shifted from uneasy test subject to active participant. It was then that you told her, "I need to examine you - bent over - my dear Abi. I need to prepare you for love making." She looked confused, but she obliged you. She got up, and bent over the bed. Her hands were firmly planted into the grain-filled mattress. You traced her with your eyes, up her extended arms, across her stiff back, to a fully presented peasant ass. Only a small layer of peasant's rags kept you from her flower.

You stood behind her, your cock still stretching from the opening in your pants but otherwise clothed. You towered over the peasant girl. You placed your erect cock on her yet-covered ass and began rubbing it on her. You wanted to show your total control over this girl, extracting what little dignity she had left from her before you went the rest of the way. She was confused, but too inexperienced to muster a response to it. Perhaps she thought it was normal? You reasoned she might be turned on by her very imminent fucking, and decided to check beneath her petty clothes.

She did not protest when you pulled them away, ripping the poor material apart. Sure enough, the little whore was wet, or at least moist. You decided to slick your fingers in her moisture, rubbing them up and down her pussy lips. She bit her lips as she moaned ever so softly for you.

You grabbed her hip with your left hand, your cock with your right, and began to rub your cockhead up and down her pussy lips. "I'm going inside you, Abi. Are you ready?" She looked back at you and paused for a second before giving an unsure nod. She was scared, but she'd brave her fear for you. She was a good girl. You started to push into her, getting a quick jolt from her as her spine lifted by reflex to avoid you. You put your hand on her back to calm her down. "Relax Abi. I'll be gentle." She relaxed her back, pushing her supple young ass into you ever so slightly. You stroked your cock once or twice for good measure, then began pushing it back into the maiden's cunt ever so slowly.

Inch by inch, your cock slowly wormed its way into her. Every so often, she would let out a small squeak or grunt. Soon, your cock was half way inside of her. You couldn't help but let a small sigh escape your lips. Her tightness was unparalleled. Her warmth enveloped your cock head, but that was scarcely enough. You gripped the base of your cock with your hand and guided it further into her, another half inch or so. She let out another pitiful squeak.

"How does it feel, Abi?" you asked her.

"It hurts, m'lord," she whimpered. Her voice had the inflection of a scared pup. You didn't doubt her words. No maiden could handle your cock. You put your hand on her back again.

"Don't worry Abi, soon it will feel good. You just have to trust me." Maybe she didn't believe you, she didn't respond. You began to pull your cock out, slowly, and then pushing it back in. You wanted to be gentle and gentle you were. You gave her ample time to prepare. Behind your **** of sex was a peculiar tenderness you would reserve only for her first time.

It was not long before her timidity, such that it was, began to turn to lust. Gradually, at first, she lost track of a simple sigh– an exiting moan. She would look back at you and you could see the lust in her eyes, the desire to be taken by you. "Tell me how you feel, Abi," you ordered her.

"I– Aah!" she was cut off by your thrust, "I feel ho–hot!" she yelped in pleasure as you thrust into her.

"What else?" you asked her, between thrusts. Your pace was slowly picking up.

"I f-feel, like– Oh gods! I feel– It, it feels good, my prince!" she was able to put together in between her cries of pleasure. It was too hot to handle; her words set you off and you started fucking her like a bull in heat.

"Oh my gods it's inside of me! It's inside of me and it feels so good. Your-! Your-!" she must have forgotten the word. "Sword!" An appropriate substitute, no doubt. Maybe she was clever after all. Your grabbed her single braid and pulled back tight; "Aaah!!" she screamed in pain. You kept fucking her mercilessly.

"Take it! Take my cum!" you commanded her. Though she could scarcely do anything about it, you felt her cunt tighten in response. It was enough to drive you over the edge. You pumped liter after liter of thick, sticky cum directly into her once-pure cunt.

You left yourself inside her for a moment, enjoying the feeling of an empty ballsack in a young wench, before you slowly pulled yourself out of her. A bit of cum still lingered on your cock head, a drop falling on her mother's bedsheets. Her tight cunt held your cum inside her for a bit, but soon it started dripping out as well.

Abi must have felt the cum, because she reached back with a hand and felt for it. Retrieving some for her eyes, she examined the substance. "W-what is this stuff?" she asked with great confusion.

"It's my seed, Abi," you grabbed her and held her passionately. "When a man loves a woman, he makes love to her and puts his seed inside of her - like we did. That's what puts the baby inside of her." You gave her a knowing smile.

"B-baby? You mean I'm going to be pregnant?!" She was stunned.

"Isn't that a good thing? Babies are cute, aren't they?" you inquired. "Don't you want to have a baby with a prince?"

She paused for a second and thought, "I guess they are cute... And you are really sweet..." She trailed off. The girl put her hands on her stomach and began to rub it, "So there's a baby inside me now..."

"Not necessarily. It doesn't always work," you interjected. You walked over to a table where a small ceramic jug of wine sat and took a seat in a chair. There were cups around, but your thirst demanded quick action and so you immediately began drinking it directly. "Sometimes it takes many times to make a girl pregnant."

At that, she made a determined look and marched over to you with as much determination as a young woman could muster. She stood in front of you. Her long blonde braid swung behind her, shimmering by the candle light as it did. Her pale, petite breasts stood out to you - A drop or two of your seed escaped from her cunt where she stood, though she paid it no mind. What could this girl be up to?

She politely knelt in front of you, flashing you a look of timidity as she did. Perhaps she half expected you to stop her, but you didn't move a muscle. You wanted to see where this went. As she crept onto her knees, she placed her delicate hands on your cock again, stroking it ever so slightly. Her face stiffened with determination; she began to rub harder and harder.

"What are you doing?" you asked her plainly.

She jumped at the question, but a moment later returned to her singular purpose and refused to budge from her position. "I'm getting your thing ready again, my prince. I want you to put a baby inside of me," she said, with such commitment that you knew she must not know the difficulty pregnancy entails. Still, you would fulfill her wish. You patted her on the head and let her return to her work.

Even still, this girl expected so much of you. You were still in recovery; extra motivation would be needed. "Just stroking isn't enough. You need to use your mouth," you told her with an evil look in your eye.

"My mouth? How do I use my mout—?!! MMhmMM?!" You shoved her head down onto your cock, much to her distress. She tried to shout, but her mouth was full of Jut cock. You held her in place, cock halfway down her throat, for as long as you could get away with. When you knew she couldn't handle any longer, you pulled her braid in the back and got her off your dick. Much to your surprise, she smiled rather than frowned.

"Mmmm, is that how I taste, m'lord? No wonder you liked to lick me down there..." she said with a giggle before running her tongue up and down your shaft. She was starting to learn how to please a man. She kept teasing your cock with her tongue. She put her tongue at the base of your shaft and slowly licked her way up to the frenulum of your cock, relishing in the obvious pleasure you took from it. "And this smell is so... It's like anything I've ever smelled before," she said, before shoving your cock back in her mouth.

"Make sure to bob your head on my cock, like I'm using your mouth like your box," you lectured her. She took your advice immediately, closing her mouth tightly around your cock and sliding her neck back and forth. She learned fast, you noted. For a moment, you leaned back at the ceiling and enjoyed the service. You'd already cum in her once, but you'd cum for her again. Soon enough you would be king of all these lands, and you would have girls like Abi every day if you wanted.

You felt your balls tighten, but you would not waste your seed on her mouth. You grabbed her braid again, and she began to free your cock as you pulled back. She panted This time, however, you did not let go and held her in place. With your other hand, you took your cock and rested it on her face in an act of true dominance. Your cock stretched from her chin to her forehead. Her mouth was open with her tongue out, smushed into her face but your cock. She was still panting from the loss of air.

She looked up at you with big, fearful eyes– though you could not imagine what harm she feared. You gripped your cock, lifted it up, and lightly slapped her face with it. "Are you ready to get fucked again Abi?" you asked her. She nodded eagerly, but the look of submission never left her eyes.

You laid down on the bed and coaxed her towards you. She rose slowly from her knees, seeming to make a game of it. She took her time approaching you; her hips swayed ever so slightly from side to side as she proceeded. "Stop," you commanded, and she stopped. "Turn around and present yourself to me." She turned around and bent over without a second thought. You stoked your cock as you gazed up and down your conquest. A thin layer of sweat coated her nubile body. Her ass was a delicious peach and one that you would taste again. "Get on," you commanded her sternly. She giggled.

As she crawled atop you, she rested her petite hands on your chest. They felt entirely smooth, as though the girl had not worked a day in her life. She took the opportunity to feel and admire your muscular figure, exploring the body that your warrior lifestyle had made. When your eyes met her's, she blushed in embarrassment - unable to hide her obvious attraction to you. The absurdity of it all sent another wave of blood to your cock. She must have felt your cock jolt with excitement, for a small smile crept upon her lips.

She began to rub her pussy on your shaft, shifting up and down. You felt comparatively little, of course, but the perverse excitement of it all seemed to excite a great fire in little Abi. She gave a host of delicate sighs, carefully hidden under her every breath. As she slid forwards and backwards, you felt her juices slick your cock in warm stickiness. It was a sight to behold, but you were sick of the foreplay. You slapped her ass and earned a whimper of submission— "Ooowww... That hurt, sir" with a tone that mixed genuine pain with the curiosity and wonder she took to sex.

"Get on," you ordered. Her pouting faded; she smiled at you and raised herself as she grabbed your cock with one hand. She slowly lowered herself onto your manhood. As she did, her smile turned from faint to wide– only to be superseded by an 'O' as the pleasure **** her teeth to retreat into her mouth and overcame her better judgement. She gave a womanly grunt as she rested her body at the base of your cock, flashing you a look of submissive pleasure before slowly raising herself up again. She fell, again, on your manhood and gave another moan of pleasure.

Up and down, she road on your cock, bouncing like a canoe in rapids. With each decent came a high pitched moan of lust and satisfaction, an invocation of the next. "M'lord you feel so good!" she moaned in delight. You smacked her ass with your hand, coaxing a playful scream from her.

"Oh gods, Abi," you warned her, "I'm going cum again!"

"Yes, yes! Do it inside me again, m'lord" she panted out. "It feels so good when your white stuff fills me up inside." How could you refuse such an honest girl? You felt your balls tighten.

You were ready to plant a baby Northman in her womb when you heard the door slam open. You looked over immediately.

A sharp gasp came from the front door. You looked over and saw a mature woman, wearing an assortment of animal skins which concealed her full figure. Her hair was curly and blonde, stretching as long as Abi's and braided similarly. She carried a dead rabbit in one hand and her jaw on the floor. The huntress, you thought, your guards must be lax today to let her slip by.

Yet Abi did not seem to notice. She kept riding you, lost in her lust. "Inside! Inside!" she repeated, yelling over and over again. The huntress stood there in paralyzed shock. You pushed Abi off of you, and lunged for your sword– which you had left lying on the floor in the midst of your affair with the young huntress' daughter. The huntress seemed to lurch too, but your guards came into the room and apprehended her.

"A-Abi!" was all she could manage to yell before your guards put a gag on her and dragged her out from the room.

"M-mom?", Abi replied back into the doorway, dazed and mystified.

"Wait here, Abi," you commanded her, putting on your pants. "I'm going to make sure your mom is alright." You gave her a quick peck on the lips and walked out, slamming the flimsy door behind you.

You examined the new catch. The huntress was beautiful, no doubt. She was fit to bed a king, or at least warm him on a cold winter's night. While she lacked the youthful flare and inexperience of her daughter, you knew she made up for it in a womanly fullness. Her tits were full, her ass plump. She filled out her mismatched coat of furs quite nicely, and you were overtaken with a singular interest to see what was beneath them.

Your soldiers had **** her a few feet from the hut, behind a tree. It was far enough that Abi wouldn't see. The huntress was on her knees, bound and gagged with rope. Her eyes were a defiant blue.