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Arianrhod
Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: BethanyFrasier, Rating: , Source: LushStories
moment their membrane was breached. She had only momentarily glimpsed his cock, waving in the candle-light as he had descended upon her, and judged it at a glance to be perhaps half a cubit at best in length. Her petals were already wet and yielding, as he glided his phallus through the slick surfaces of her cleft, coating his swollen shaft with her silken juices, preparing for his ultimate thrust inside her. To her sides, she saw scars from many battles on the well-muscled arms which supported his large, shaking frame. By contrast, her own pale skin, now under his shadow, was soft and flawless. She felt her full breasts bouncing under his firm pectoral muscles, as they grazed her flesh with each push of his rigid member through the trough of her outer womanhood. Her wetness spread between them, and he was ready to impale her. She sensed his desperation to plunge inside her, and knew the moment of truth was at hand. His angle of attack changed suddenly, and she felt the head of his cock spread her inner labia as it ducked under her pubic bone. Setheryn Bale felt the resistance he expected, and he slowed his thrust into Arianrhod's sex. He shifted his hips, wiggling the glans of his cock around, just inside her opening, feeling a membrane stretch inside her as it pressed back upon him. He let his weight settle downwards as her heels folded around his lower back, but still he could not enter her beyond the first inch. He felt his long-eye begin to bend when he pressed in ... harder, and began to feel puzzled at his inability to break her hymen. She lay beneath him, wide-eyed, waiting to be penetrated, but his Lordship was now taking shallow pokes in rapid succession, trying to stiffen his member enough to tear through her maidenhood. He withdrew, and she released him from between her long legs. The Knight, with a bewildered look on his face, apologized, in the event he had caused her any pain or discomfort, but she assured him she had felt nothing. His Lordship grabbed his cock and guided it back into her opening with a renewed determination to deflower her once and for all. Attempting to keep himself straight, he firmly held the center of his shaft, and pushed again and again, until his own discomfort at the compression left him with a growing soreness. He backed out once more and gritted his teeth, then girded himself for one final assault on Arianrhod's purity. Lord Bale arched up his buttocks and snapped his hips downward with all his strength, then let out a howl of pain as his cock bent back at an awkward angle, and rebounded out of Arianrhod's closed tunnel. After rubbing the ache from his sore shaft, the frustrated nobleman hunched on his knees with a shocked look on his face. "My dear, I'm sorry, but I am unable to break you!" he gasped, trying to recover his breath. Arianrhod pulled herself into a sitting position and faced the brave Knight with a feigned expression of sympathy, as he rocked on his knees at the foot of the bed, still ...