Time to Fuck the Maiden [I]

“Now that I’ve done something for you, it’s time for you to do a little something for me,” you growl.

“Oh no, I can’t do anything,” the maiden says. “I’m just a dainty little maiden who has no capacity to perform any kind of labor whatsoever.”

“Well, you do have an awfully pretty mouth,” you say, grabbing her by her auburn hair. Before she has the chance to respond, you drop your breeches and stuff your semi into her mouth.

Her eyes widen as she feels your engorging member penetrate her mouth, and you begin guiding her head forwards and backwards, starting to build up a nice rhythm. She quickly gets the message, and is soon dutifully sucking you off. Her hot mouth takes you in your entirety, and her simple but effective technique arouses a deep, primal urge within you.

Though she’s been doing her part, her head bobbing back and forth as she pleasures you to the best of her abilities, it’s not enough. You need it harder, and you need it faster, and you abruptly begin slamming your hips against her face, your cock pistoning in and out of her face quick as can be.

“Now how do you like that? Can’t complain anymore, can you,” you say, but she makes a strange gargling noise that really can’t be mistaken for anything but a complaint. “Fine, guess I was wrong. But you know what will stop you from complaining? Fucking you into oblivion.”

The maiden manages a gasp, despite your cock being buried deep in her throat, but as you begin to pull out, she sputters: “You can’t do that though! My father’s been saving me for marriage!”

“Your father’s been saving you? Ew, that’s gross,” you say. “I’ll spare you from him and give you my much better cock instead.”

She hardly has a chance to respond before you lift her skirt to reveal some fancy white lace knickers. Ah, so this isn’t just your run of the mill maiden. This maiden’s got some class! No matter, she’s getting fucked anyways.

You experimentally slip a finger into her pussy, testing to see if the hole down there is properly lubricated, and it seems to be. With everything in order, you line up and thrust away, banging the maiden against the log, her pert little ass sticking up in the air.

“This is fucking good,” you say, and the maiden moans in agreement, bucking against your body.

Though you think of yourself as a man of stamina, fighting the Maiden Thief really took the wind out of you, so you tell yourself that managing to not cum for even this long is really quite impressive. The maiden seems to disagree, for she cries out “Already?” as you begin to spill your seed deep within her womb, your cocking pumping and shuddering for several seconds as you slam into her for the final few times.

With business taken care of, you head back into town, ready to return the maiden to her family, who must doubtfully be chastised for taking such poor care of their daughter when there are maiden thieves about.