Merthin doesn't take 'no' for an answer.

"God damn I'm going to like this!" Merthin's blasphemy shocked Christine so much that she almost missed the import of his words.

"Master Merthin, I can't ... my father still has friends and allies at the court that will reward you for bringing me and Erik to them unhar-" Merthin silenced her with a sharp motion with his hand and the helplessness of her position became even more apparent. Here she was, locked naked in a small chamber with a man so much bigger and stronger than her ... "It would be a sin against God and your vows to my father."

"Perhaps." Merthin agreed surprisingly easily. "Do you think I should bring you to Bishop Anthryl to adjudicate your claim? Perhaps our new King would like to hear your case once the royal crown has been placed upon his head?" The implied threat is not subtle, but Merthin held all the cards and Christine exhaled softly in defeat.

"Good girl." Merthin lowered his britches and pulled his tunic up to free his erect phallus. Compared to Bishop Anthryl's stubby penis, the Notary's member looked massive, both thick and long and Christine had trouble believing that anything that size could possibly fit into her virgin sex.

"Have mercy, Sir." Perhaps there was still I way, "I'll use my hands; I'll rub you until you-"

"Enough of your nonsense, Lady Girard." Merthin's voice became hard and cold. "Lay back on the bed and spread your legs." Wiping away a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand Christine carefully lay back on the narrow bed and let Merthin lift her ankle to his chest. She had ****, and at least the notary was washed and not diseased. She let the man shift her to the edge of the bed and spread her open like a butcher splitting open a roasting pig. She hated it, but what could she do other than let him do as he wished?

"You may feel some discomfort my dear." Merthin voice softened a little now that it was clear that Christine was not going to fight him, he could take his time and savor the moment. "Oh yeah ... this feels good." In spite of her heartfelt claim that she was still pure, when Merthin's progress was restricted by her maidenhead he smiled in surprise and anticipation. Over the years he had fucked his share of virgins and his share of women from highborn families too, but this was his first opportunity to deflower a prize like Baron Girard's chaste daughter acclaimed for both her piety and beauty.

Christine tried not to react when Merthin took from her what she had always held to be her sacred matrimonial gift, but it hurt more than she anticipated. "Aiighh ... please, be gentle." To her relief, Merthin withdrew slowly, and the pain became more manageable. He looked down at her splayed legs and she saw the smile on his face as he saw the evidence of her purity.

"Fuck yes!" The notary groaned in satisfaction. "This is even better than I dared dream when I brought you to this room." Christine looked up at him hopefully, blinking away the tears and clutching at the quilted blanket as he leaned over her with the head of his manhood still nestled just inside her.

"Are you done?" Merthin had to smile at the innocent maiden's naiveté. Done? Really, he had just barely gotten started.

"Oh no my dear. I have so much to teach you." The way her eyes opened in fear and wonder was sexy as fuck and even before she had a chance to react, he pushed back into her and grinned at her soft moan, as he claimed her again.