Max can't stop himself any longer

Did Lady Christine just ask me to fuck her silly to briefly forget about the invasion? Max couldn't believe it. As if a sign from the gods, the soldiers outside stopped arguing and marched off. They could return, or there could be others though.

His tunic dropped to the floor. "Okay," he whispered. "We'll have to be quiet though."

"What?" Christine asked in confusion. She was silenced for the second time by his kiss. This time Max kissed her deeply, his tongue darting past her lips to intertwine with hers while his hands roamed up and down her back. Without his tunic, the bare flesh of his chest was in direct contact with her own bare body and the way her young breasts flattened against his muscles made her nipples throb. When the kiss finally ended, Christine was trembling with emotion, her naked body just visible in the light that seeped through the cracks around the edges of the closet door.

Max pushed her gently back against the wall and reached out to grab her breasts. Christine closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to stop from crying out as Max squeezed and fondled them. Unlike when Henry's coarse hands had groped her, Max's touch made her ache in a way she had never felt before. When he pulled away, Christine opened her eyes in surprise. "W-why did you stop?" The words escaping from her lips in a breathy whimper.

The answer to her question became clear when Max dropped his trousers and she stared down at his jutting manhood in astonishment. "What are you doing?" Lady Christine's question caught Max by surprise, and he hesitated for just a heartbeat.

Did he misunderstand what she wanted? But he couldn't stop himself now, even if he wanted to. Max reached down behind her knee, lifting her leg and Catherine grabbed onto his shoulder for balance. She couldn't believe she was doing this. In a closet ... with a servant ... a boy she barely knew ... Suddenly his cock brushed against the juncture of her inner thighs, and once again Christine had to stifle a moan of pleasure. His member nudged against the exact spot where Henry's tongue had been working and yet another wave of heat flooded her sex. With her knee lifted in Max's arm and her back pressed against the rough plastered wall of the closet she didn't really have much choice as she felt his cock slowly thrust forward until the round knob of his cock slipped between her petals.

Catherine's body and mind were bombarded with sensations she couldn't even begin to comprehend as Max slowly invaded her inner sanctum. She couldn't understand how anything that big could possibly fit inside her, and yet her body stretched and spread until she felt a sudden twinge as he pushed against her maidenhead. The pressure of Max's member where no man other than her husband should ever be, was enough to make her eyes open in shock. She could just make out Max's face contorted in pleasure as he once again pressed forward lifting her onto her toes as he stretched her even more. She didn't know if she could stop him ... she didn't know if she even wanted him to stop.