What he feels is rightfully his

Disrobe girl."her body froze and trembled. Looking up at him she saw him pull his belt from his waist. "I require that you serve me well, and whence you have, bid you on your way and to no more talk of your crimes."

Her face screwed up and she got to her feet at a rush and turned intending to run off. His tackle brought her facedown to the earth once more. She screamed out as his hands roamed under her tunic, investigating areas new to touch. Her skin smooth as porcelain and cold as marble. Her small waist and elegant limbs served her struggles to freedom for naught. "You are on my family's land stealing, and I will administer your punishment."

His words merely foreshadowed his actions as he felt her slight waist and dimples of venus. Moving his hands around her rear which was smooth and soft, each cheek just filled to be the perfect handful, no more. Keeping his torso weighted upon hers she had no option but to thrash impotently or take the ****, so thrash she did.

Pulling her to her knees but being careful to keep his weight upon her torso he raised his body up while pushing hers down. Unable to move with her rear in the air her tunic slowly descended from her hips down her back, she was quintessentially ****. Being able to keep her down with one arm William released his trousers and let them fall removing the barriers upon his male piece. Having one hand free he sent it roaming to her sprouting bosom. Her breasts though rested firmly to the earth, showed much life, erect nipples and firm globes filled the princes hand.

Having bent forward to access her more, his cock moved closer as well to her gap. Having all the space as was required and more he slowly moved it back and forth along her young and tight slit, aggravating her hole and opening her more so her liquids were moving. Thoroughly wet after several **** minutes, her body betraying its base desires despite her violation. Well and lubricated the prince moved his spear to the peasant girls core, thrusting in and through the walls of her defense, she sent her voice screaming into the forest.

Moving urgently within her the prince began to feel his need grow. A warmth and a need that grew unheeding of his fathers advice to never seed a peasant with royal seed. Bursting with vigor into Maleficent's destroyed and bloody gash, he brought pure seed, a whiteness of purity that belied the horror of the situation. Deposited deep within her, but yet still seeping out from around the princes thick cock, his seed did its job.