You want him in your ass again

You need Haggen's lovely, fat cock, but you refuse to entirely abandon your vows. There is a simple compromise to be made. With your legs still spread wide apart and your hand stroking and tugging at Haggen's cock, you guide him towards you. He scoots between your bent legs, holding them beneath your knees as he watches you lining up his cock. You rub his swollen meat against your slick velvet groove. You wank him and slap his cock against your straining clit.

"Are you sure, Sabine?" he asks.

"Oh," you lock eyes with him, "I am very certain."

You push his cock lower until it meets the soft, spit-soaked divot of your anus. He understands and pushed your knees up to tilt your hips and give himself better access to your puckered and slightly sore hole. Haggen thrusts slowly, opening your ass against the blunt cap, forcing past your straining muscles and filling you with inch after hard inch of his manhood. Pain shoots through you and you wince from the huge size of his cock in your recently-fucked hole.

"Gods, it's so tight," he groans. "I'll go slow, my dear. First do no... aahhhh... harm is the doctor's oath."

"Don't hold back," you moan. "My little hole is for you, doctor. Fuck it good."

Such lewd words and the thoughts that inspire them are an affront to your bond with the Burning Rose. You feel her warmth dimming within you as the big, hairy man mounts you and slides his cock in and out of your spit-lubricated asshole. The bed quakes beneath you. He holds your legs up and bent, sliding in and out, making your pert breasts shake with each forward thrust.

As before, the pain recedes, and you are left with the pleasure overcoming the ache of the violation. Your hand slides to your clit and you stroke your little bud as Haggen fucks your ass. He buries himself in your hole, leaning over you so his big furry belly traps your hand against your sex. Your fingers tweak your clit as much as you can as he works his hips and his big cock swells inside your stretched ass. He begins to pant and groan with each thrust. You can feel his cock getting bigger with each stroke.

"Do it," you moan. "Load my ass with your ass. Use it for your sheath, doctor."

He kisses your words to silence, his moans melding with your tongues and vibrating your lips. You feel him tense and then you feel the powerful rhytmic throb of his orgasm. Hot seed gushes deep into your bowels, warming you and giving you a feeling of wet fullness. His weight falls over you and somehow, with his spent cock in your ass and his body trapping you, your orgasm swells and bursts in a hot, rippling storm. You cry out, trying to arch your body under his weight and squirming your hips to rock against your fingers. You squeeze him so hard with your contractions that you **** his softening cock out of your ass.

"Ohhhhh Haggen," you sigh. "I have never known such pleasure."

He finally rolls off of you, as breathless as you and glistening with sweat trapped in the hairs that cover his body. The feel of his cum filling your ass and slowly trickling out would have disgusted you days ago. Right now it feels right. It is a reminder of the pleasure still echoing through your body. You turn onto your side and snuggle against Haggen. He pulls you tight against his body and kisses your forehead.

After a while, Haggen slides out from under your arm and begins to dress.

"I should go," he says. "It would not do well for your friend to find us together."

"I don't care what Glenda thinks," you say, rolling onto your belly and stretching out naked as you watch him pull his clothes on. "I have never felt this way, doctor."

"Don't tell me you are falling in love," he says with a hint of reproach.

You shrug your reply, kicking a leg up behind you childishly and wishing he didn't have to go. Before leaving he bends down and gives you a long, wet kiss. Alone, darkness settles over the sea and you soon find sleep in the swaying ship. Your dreams are peaceful and unremarkable and you awaken, with Glenda beside you, to a shout from Captain Rakins.

"Sabine, Glenda, please join me on the deck. We are making our approach into Gerlangen."

Glenda seems strangely distant from you, as if she harbors a secret. You cannot abide that.

"What is it, sister?"

Glenda cannot make eye contact. Her back is turned as she finally admits, "I... I am not going."

"What?!" You stare at her in dismay. "Sister, we've been through so much. We have arrived at our destination."

"I am going to stay on the ship. I... I think I love Duullem."

"You abandoned your vow!" you hiss with anger.

"How dare you accuse me such things!" she snaps in reply. "I return to the room and find it stinking of sex. A stickiness in the bed. Do not pretend you are an innocent in this. And I have not abandoned my vow."

"Whatever I have done," you say, "I know the quest must continue."

"Duullem said he wanted to marry me. I like it here, on this ship. I've never been on a ship before. And I can see the world with him and we can have children together and live on an island."

It is a ridiculous fantasy. It is also one that holds an appeal for you as well. You can imagine yourself joining her on the ship, spending your days on the deck and your nights with Haggen. Your vow would not last long, but maybe you are destined for the life that Glenda claims is her calling.