Time to Fuck the Maiden (I)

“It was my pleasure to help,” you say, spreading your arms. “But weren’t you taught in school how to properly thank someone for their help?”

“Uh, my parents didn’t send me to school. They could only afford to send one of us, so of course it ended up being my brother,” the maiden says, pouting. Those lips look like they could be put to better use right about now, and you drop your breeches.

“Well, let me remedy the deficit in your education,” you say. “To properly thank a man for his services, you give him a nice, hot, heavy, steamy, sexy, arousing, vigorous, emphatic, provocative, tantalizing, amorous, seductive blow-job.”

“You know, you used a lot of words that I didn’t know, so I’m just going to assume that this is good enough,” the maiden says. She tosses back her auburn hair and takes the entirety of your manhood into her mouth in one quick motion. That’s not particularly impressive, because you’re still limp, but in a matter of seconds, it quickly becomes very impressive, as she continues to savour your full erection in her mouth.

Then comes the bobbing.

She dips her head in quick, rapid intervals, your cock pressing against the back of her cheek, creating a sensation that’s not unlike fucking a pussy, and you grip the maiden’s hair hard, resisting the urge to facefuck her into oblivion.

“That’s it,” you groan. “You’re a hot little thing, aren’t you?”

“Mmghraerrrhhaoeurr,” the maiden says, your cock now deep in her throat.

“Hot, but not particularly articulate,” you reply.

“Mmmfghhchchchchkallll,” the maiden says, shaking her head.

You pull your cock out of her mouth.

“What did you say?” you ask. “Never mind, I don’t think I particularly care. I need your pussy now, because I’m horny.”

“Hi horny, here’s my pussy,” the maiden says, lifting her skirt to reveal some fancy white lace knickers. Ah, so this isn’t just your run of the mill maiden. This maiden’s got some class! No matter, she’s getting fucked anyways.

You experimentally slip a finger into her pussy, testing to see if the hole down there is properly lubricated, and it seems to be. With everything in order, you line up and thrust away, banging the maiden against the log, her pert little ass sticking up in the air.

“This is fucking good,” you say, and the maiden moans in agreement, bucking against your body.

Though you think of yourself as a man of stamina, fighting the Maiden Thief really took the wind out of you, so you tell yourself that managing to not cum for even this long is really quite impressive. The maiden seems to disagree, for she cries out “Already?” as you begin to spill your seed deep within her womb, your cocking pumping and shuddering for several seconds as you slam into her for the final few times.

With business taken care of, you head back into town, ready to return the maiden to her family, who must doubtfully be chastised for taking such poor care of their daughter when there are maiden thieves about.