Young and courtly love

"S-stop, Baldr." she said under her breath, with a concerned look about her green eyes. She broke off from your embrace and began, "I've never been with a man. Before I was... I was sworn to the faith." She looked deep into the burning hearth in your room. "I know what you want. Just be gentle, please?" she said, matter of factly as if you were chatting about the weather. But, something was off. You knew this was no cold wench, indifferent to love.

You paused. "Is that so, Rua?" You tested her.

"Y-yes. Is that not what you want, m'lord?" she said again, with a air of innocent confusion.

"The question is, my maiden, what do you want?" You stabbed at her. "I wonder for what reason you came to my floor, when hardly a soul was in her tonight - no mess at all, in fact!" Her face grew red with a thousand embarrassments; it was time to go for the kill. "I know you wanted to find me here. I've seen the glances you've given me." You sighed, "I feel the same way about you." Her eyes shot open, two pitchblack-black pupils in green gems. Her face - a mosaic of shock and freckles - showed not a wrinkle nor scar.

"M-m'lord, I am at your mercy," she said in a hushed tone. "It's true, I have admired you. I did not know if I would find you here, but... I'm not sad I did." she put her hand on your left pec. "You Northmen are different from the men of my home island. You have a different..." she lost her words, "Erk!- I don't know, scent, maybe?" she chuckled at her stumble.

You found yourself chuckling with her, "Scent? Like perfume, you mean?" You prodded back at her.

"I don't know! I told you: I'm new to men. I am inexperienced."

You tired of this conversation, it was time for you to claim your reward. As she sat upon the bed's end, you leaned into her for a kiss, and she returned the favor gladly. With the passion of a shield-maiden in battle, she explored your body with her hands - and you did the same in like. Every inch of her belonged to you, and vice versa. You playfully pushed her down from you, onto her back, eliciting a mousy laugh from her. You began to undo your breeches and she, taking the hint, began to roll her panties down and the dress of her uniform up.

You leaned forward over her, gazing deeply into her eyes one last time. Without a word, you pressed the head of your cock into her virgin cunt. "Ahh!" she gasped. 'Cute,' you thought, before shoving the first third into her. "AHH!" she cried out. Her nubile snatch was so tight you could barely thrust into her, and you had barely gotten through her hymen. She looked up at you with the big fearful eyes. "Is this going to hurt, Prince Baldr?"

"Not for long, my little bird." You began to thrust in and out of her. Slowly - very slowly - at first. For minutes you were going at a snails pace, but it was needed to break her in - or so you'd thought. Her body was clearly never touched. She was as innocent and nubile as they come. It was a miracle your cock even fit in her. Before long, you picked up the intensity. Not in speed, no, that stayed the same. Rather, you weirded your cock like a war hammer. Each thrust came down like a mighty swing, crushing your enemy beneath it. She slinked back in terror as you pulled out of her, but pushed back in pleasure as you smashed into her.

Before long, it became apparent you were more or less fucking her Irish brains out. She was nothing but a puddle of lust and pussy juice beneath you. "I want you to cum inside me Baldr. I don't care about the risk. I want our first time to be special - make me your woman." She was insistent, no doubt about it.