Beg for his cum inside you

You wrap your legs around the old warrior's waist and dig your heels into his back as he pounds your tender teenage cunny. You kiss him, tongues tangling in a hot and sloppy embrace, your moans against his lips.

"Cum inside me," you gasp and try to grind your cunt up against his throbbing cock. He mashes his tight balls against your asshole and fucks deep into you, his cock seeming to swell to enormous size inside your gripping fuck tunnel. "Cum for me. Oh, Osmand, my pussy needs it."

"Let's hope you're as ripe as you seem," he says. He pins your hands above your head and slams into you, cock sloshing in your tight folds as it twitches and throbs.

The red-faced old warrior throws back his head and cries loudly as his cock erupts in your depths. You can feel the fullness of his cum spurting into you, basting your cervix and coating the corridor of your tight twat, overflowing and spilling down your crack in a warm trickle.

The heavy flood of his cum washes away your quest in a thick tide of procreation. You do not know it for certain, but you feel as if he has impregnated you. Looking up at him as he sits motionless above you, cock still sheathed in your spunked slit, you feel tenderness. You lean up and kiss him, tasting the sweat on his lips.

He smiles at you.

"We'll need to do this again to make sure it takes," he says and you nod your agreement, adding a gentle squeeze with your inner muscles.

Osmand slides his cock from inside you and rolls onto the grass next you. His cock is still half-hard and you instinctively reach out and stroke it as he lies panting beside you.

"Harietta will understand," he says. "She and I could not have a child, but with with a child she will have to allow me to take you as my wife. Would you like that?"

"Yes," you say without thinking. "I would like it so much."

"Good," says Osmand. "Of course there will be rules for you once we're married. The second wife must always respect the first. There is a village on the edge of the swampland. Two days from here. We'll go there and one of the priests of the old gods can marry us."

"Yes," you say. Osmand caresses your face and then moves his fingers to the back of your head. He gently pulls your head into his lap and you open your mouth and take him between your lips.

You give your future husband a slow, wet blowjob, coaxing him back to hardness. When he is ready, you climb atop him, riding his fat cock and pulling his hands to your swaying breasts. Your cunt is awash with his seed, but you crave more.

Working your hips and squeezing him, bouncing your ass in his lap, you drag him to the brink of ecstasy. He takes hold of your hips and slams up and into you. The explosion this time is smaller, but no less intense. His throbbing cock pumps squirt after squirt up into your tender cunt. You milk him with your muscles, eager for every droplet that might inseminate you.

You kiss him as he fondles you, regaining your composure, running your fingers over the grey hair on his chest. He's cum so much inside you that you feel like a cream pastry. You squeeze your muscles to try to hold him inside you, but eventually his softening cock slips free.

"I must go tell Harietta," he says. "Leave it to me. In the morning we will set out again and journey to Klinesburg."

He leaves you with you smiling, emotions warring within you, but fantasies of what your future might hold filling your head. These thoughts of tomorrow infect your dreams with strange possibilities and deeply erotic scenes.