Of course not

She felt Ursus begin to withdraw his cock and she breathed a sigh of relief. When it was just the head of his cock inside her he leaned down again to whisper in her ear.

“No I don’t think I have, witch.”

She screamed as the blacksmith slammed his full length inside her in one, hard stroke. This man, this peasant!, was intent on fucking her and fucking her hard.

The tavern cheered as he picked up his pace. Conversation had died down as every patron gathered round to watch the witch who had teased them for years finally get what was coming to her. The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass as he took her filled the room and intermingled with the shouts of the onlookers.

Viviana went hoarse screaming for him to stop. It felt like the man had undying stamina for assaulting her anus. He just kept thrusting, pounding into her bowels. He was unrelenting. And slowly but surely the pain started to turn into pleasure.

A new fear gripped the witch. She’s always been told that if a man came in her she’d lose her magic. And Ursus seemed intent on doing just that.

The witch’s ass was the tightest hole Ursus had ever used. It took everything in him to hold off his orgasm. He wanted to punish the witch for as long as possible. He felt the muscles of her bowels push against his invasion which only intensified the pleasure. He groaned with the effort of holding off.

“Oh fuck, witch, you’re tight.”

“Please, you have to let me go. I could lose my magic!”

“Is that so?” The blacksmith grinned, “That sounds like another consequence of your actions, doesn’t it?”

“NO! Please!”

“Mmm, I’m getting close…” Ursus’ rhythm slowed slightly as he fucked her with long deliberate strokes.

“Please I’ll do anything, just don’t cum in me!”