Of course he does!

“Truth be told, this is what I paid for. Most girls who come here are **** and all they know is that the boys are always chasing them. Noblewomen are reared to fear men and are taught nothing of the varied pleasures of the flesh. Whenever we get a highborn here, Scarlett begs me to outbid the others… I’ve had good success breaking in girls, easing them into their new life. Besides, I get to boast about this for the rest of my life. All in all, it’s a win-win for everyone. Dear, it’s been a very long time since someone with as many noble qualities as you came through these doors. I shall very much enjoy what’s going to come next.”

Merthin slowly traced a pattern with his right hand on Christine’s back while pulling her in for a chaste kiss with his left. “You will remember this day forever.” Gently pinching her chin with his left hand, Merthin pulled her up to his lips and kissed her passionately. Ever the consummate lover, Merthin waited for her to melt into his body before he claimed her mouth with his tongue.

Christine felt like a thousand fires were burning her up from the inside, but in a good way. She couldn’t handle the heat in her core and felt an ocean of power rush through her. When Merthin put his tongue in her mouth, her mind blanked, body stiffened and she let out a loud moan, and to which she felt Merthin’s lips curl upward.

“Good girl. You kiss better than most of the girls do at first… Much more passion. Do you know how to suck cock?” Merthin slowly said with a grin on his face that made him somehow look younger. He put his hand on top of her head and pushed her down so that she was level with his groin. Merthin placed her hand on the rather large bulge in his pants. Christine looked at him, question forming on her lips, “Take out my dick, and stroke it. Gentle like. That’s a goooood girl.”

Christine had indeed pulled out his dick and was looking at it with vigor. The penis was big, veiny, the tip was nearly purple, and it was pulsing with arousal. While Merthin was talking, Christine looked at him with big sapphire eyes; taking a gulp she put her left hand on his ballsack and licked up from the base of his cock to the tip before engulfing the tip into her mouth. “Wherever did you learn that girl?? That is amazing!” Merthin said, thrusting his hips into her face.

“That tasted so gooood! I just did what came naturally. Oh Lord, you taste good!” Christine said, literal drool spilling out from her mouth onto his cock. “Is this right?” Christine bobbed her head back down on Merthin’s rather large cock and squeezed a little tightly on the base of his cock.

“NOT THAT HARD!” He yelped, jumping up and away from her in pain. “Open your mouth you little bitch!” Christine did so, shock clearly evident on her face.

“This is for your own benefit, don’t squeeze too hard, this will remind you of that.” Merthin said cruelly while he grabbed ahold of her hair, pulling her onto her knees, and pushed his cock halfway into her throat. Christine choked, trying to pull her head away, but was unable to. “Breath through the nose, otherwise you’ll just end up biting me.” Merthin said, thrusting into her mouth going in only a quarter to half of his entire length. Christine grabbed ahold of her calves, focusing on breathing and sucking. Drool dribbled down onto her chest and tears formed in her eyes before Merthin let up.

“How are you holding up Christine?” Merthin asked breathlessly, pulling his tunic up and over his head, revealing a hefty girth and sagging man-boobs to the world. While Christine panted and caught her breath, Merthin stared at her barely concealed tits, nipples nearly busting out of their prison. They were absolutely perfect; drool and sweat combined on top of her breasts to make the naughtiest image he’d seen in many a year.

“My Lord, that was an amazing experience… I feel sooo goood right now… Please use my mouth like that…” Christine said breathlessly, gasping for breath as she looked up at Merthin with wanton lust in her eyes. Never one to turn down an offer so generous, Merthin pulled her velvety soft mouth back onto his large, veiny, erect shaft.

Over the course of the quarter hour worked his cock down her throat until her nose was touching his grey pubic hair. Somewhere in the shuffle Christine had lost her corset to the wind, allowing his experienced gaze to see every beautiful nook and cranny she had to offer. Merthin was enraptured with her perfect proportions, taking the time to analyze and commit to memory an image of nakedness.

“I need to confess something My Lord.” Christine said, pulling her head away from Merthin’s penis. He acknowledged her with a head nod, “This might just be the most fun I’ve ever had. I can’t wait for whatever comes next.” She blushed shyly, looking a little more like a cock-hungry whore.

“Then lay down on your back. And spread your legs.” Merthin put his palms on her shoulders and pushed down, falling with her into a heap on the bed. Taking hold of her face, he leaned in and kissed her left cheek. Seeing her slightly confused brow he whispered, “No one kisses a whore on the mouth.”

Merthin raised himself over her and scooted down to admire her freshly shaven cunt. “It’s good they trimmed you. Your beauty knows no bounds, Christine.” He leered over her petite body, taking in her bountiful bosom, soft firm abdomen, dainty innocent quim, and long flowing legs. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Christine giggled, shyness and fear temporarily overpowering her newfound sense of sexuality. She covered her eyes and closed them when she felt Merthin grab her hips and position her glorious booty. Christine let out a moan and involuntarily humped air when she felt a warm pole slide the length of her slit. Hands reached out and pulled her wrists to the side as she warm breath blew in her face, shifting a few loose hairs from her face. She opened her eyes and clenched her fists and cried out with emotion the first time he penetrated her. His large phallus only got the head in when she begged him to stop, “Please, Dear Lord! I need you to stop! I can’t handle the, oooooh, senssatioons!”

Mercifully he paused, looking at her with a half-grin/grimace that bespoke incredible pleasure. “That’s your maidenhead, it’ll feel better once it’s gone.” And with that, Merthin pushed fully in, sinking deep-to the hilt, causing Christine to scream in pain. Merthin stayed there for several minutes, fondling her breasts and reaching down to her clit while she got used to the feeling of cock in her pussy.

Christine’s quivering belly finally gave way to normal breath pattern, “I’m ready, but please go slow. I-I-,” she moaned.

“Yes, my dear,” Merthin assured her. “This isn’t my first time.” He pumped in and out, massively enjoying the slick, tight, velvety walls of her quim. He was fucking the only daughter of Baron Gerard! It looked like he had this one thing at least to thank Prince Henry for, never in a hundred years did he think he'd get his hands on someone as sweet as this. Yet here she was, her tight virgin slit split open by his fat cock. Merthin thought it quite a shame she would never again be this tight, this pure ... in a whore house like this it is inevitable that this innocence be slowly ruined. He slowed down, committing all he saw, felt, heard, and felt to memory. She moaned and he sped up, closer now, but he devoted himself to her pleasure once more.

In out, In out. That was the pattern of pleasure for them, she moaned his name and he hers until climax eventually called Christine’s name and she orgasmed so hard she blacked out. She came to very shortly after and felt him losing the pattern, getting quicker and quicker before moaning her name and hilting himself in her and pumping what felt like a gallon of something hot into her. Christine came again, her pussy so sensitive she felt every hair and vein on his cock. He slumped over her, eyes half closed and muttered, “You’ve got potential slut.”

“Uhh. My Lord, what did you shoot into me? That felt so good!” Christine began to ramble, concern and excitement mixing gloriously within her.

“It’s cum, baby-making serum, jizz, sperm, whatever you choose to call it. Just come over and hold me you sweet, beautiful woman.” Merthin offered grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a lateral hug. They shifted slightly until Merthin spooned her tiny body; both fell asleep under the covers- he with dreams of beautiful young women and she with concern over the future.