The Deflowered Rose

They arrived at Berry Manor and servants assisted her from Lord Jarin's horse. He dismounted and then scooped her up in both arms and carried her into the hall, up his staircase and straight into his master bedroom.

He placed her on her feet against one of the wooden poles of the four poster bed. He leaned against her so she was pinned between him and the pole, pressing it into her back. He kissed her neck and hair. Then his one hand bunched her gown up and inched it up her legs, till it was at her waist.

"Hold thy gown up," (Lift up your dress) he commanded. She held her gown at the waist, one hand each side. He kissed her neck and moved one hand to cup her exposed womanhood. He ground gently, the heel of his hand pressing against her clitoris.

"Hath any man touched ye before me?" (Has a man touched you like this before?) He asked, continuing to tongue her neck and nuzzle her ear.

Raisa was panting now, chiding herself for feelings she should only have with her husband.

Her body was aching with unfamiliar feelings, yet instinctively, she knew he was preparing her for fornication.

She couldn't help herself. She found her body responding and was pressing against the wicked hand in between her legs.

"Nay," (No) she whispered, "I kept myself pure for my wedding night." (I was waiting for my wedding night)

Lord Jarin groaned his pleasure into her hair. He stepped back from her and took in her semi-nude state.

She stood against the post, breathing heavily. Her breasts moving up and down in her sexed state with her nipples poking at her wedding gown. He beautiful red hair fell around her shoulders, accentuated by her crown of white flowers.

Her fists were bunched holding up her gown to show him her flared hips and red pubic curls. Her labia was swollen and wet, the moistness spread by his own hand on her curls and inner thighs. Her beautiful legs were long enough to wrap around his waist and shoulders.

"Thou art very pretty Wench, I admire thee," he murmured, then ordered, "Remove thy gown." (You are beautiful, Undress yourself)

Raisa bought the dress up over her head and held it in one hand, now completely naked before her Lord.

He moved forward and took the gown from her, and placed it on a wooden stool.

He admired her nude figure again. After a minute or so, he growled, "Wench, Undress me." (Girl, Undress me.)

Raisa stood in front of him and began to unbutton his shirt.

He immediately palmed both breasts and felt her up. Raisa was startled for a minute but continued with unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

He squeezed and bunched her tits and thumbed her hard nipples. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders revealing his hard taut chest. He took his arms out and tossed the garment in the corner of the room.

He sat down to help her remove his boots and then stood so she could remove his breeches.

She stood and stared at him in wonder. It was the first time, she had seen a man totally naked and the erect rod in between his legs looked huge to her.

"Touchest me," (Touch my cock) he commanded and she tentatively held his cock. He knew she would know little about sex and, as she was not a gentile lady, he could use her like a common whore, enjoying pleasures he could not with a woman of his own station.

He guided her hands to show her how to masturbate him. She was a quick learner and soon he found himself fucking her work roughened hand.

He instructed her again, "Kneel ye before me. Put thy hands behind thy back. Keep thy hands thither." (Kneel in front of me and keep your hands behind your back.)

He stood up and her face was level with his hard cock. He held his rod and rubbed the tip on her cheeks. He had little dribbles of pre-cum which he smeared on her face leaving little greasy trails. This was one of the things, he dared not try with ladies of his society. He would be ostracised for deviant sexual behaviour.

He eased his cock between her lips. She was unsure what do to and wasn't sure if she liked having a member in her mouth. He guided her how to lick and suck and nuzzle. She listened and learned and realised she was naturally quite good at it and was soon confident enough to experiment herself. She licked and suckled him, much to his delight.

Emotionally though, she was pulled back every now and then with pangs of guilt and tried to think it was Garrick's cock she was sucking on.

Suddenly, it seemed her training was over. Lord Jarin's patience was at an end. He bunched her hair and controlled her head. He pushed his cock in and out of her head, each time, a little deeper until he brushed the back of her throat.

He ensured she was used to the motion and then he thrust deep into her throat.

She gagged and over salivated. Her eyes watered and she couldn't breathe.

He left it for a few moments before pulling out.

She gasped for breath around his cock still filling her mouth and in reaction moved her hands to push him away.

"Nay, Hands behind thy back," he reminded her sternly and she obeyed him. (No, Hands behind your back)

He wickedly, coaxed her to relax her throat and trust him. She gagged again and fought for breath, drooling over his cock and her chin. Her eyes bulging with reactive tears.

Lord Jarin ignored her discomfort, knowing she would soon learn to endure it, even enjoy the pleasure her desirable mouth could give a man. He thrust in and out, pushing in so his balls smacked on her chin and her nose squashed into his wiry pubic hair.

He could feel the tip of his cock against the soft warm wall of her throat and then the pressure on it as it bent down into her throat, tightly encasing him. Her reflux action caused her to heave. The tight feel on his cock was wickedly delightful and very pleasurable.

He looked down at his fingers entwined in her amber hair. Her luscious lips around his hard member was beautiful. He liked the naughty thrill, the power and control of fucking her head. He liked to see his length disappear into that delicious mouth and then withdrawing for her to breathe again.

She was learning to time her breaths through her nose as he withdrew and then, hold her breath again as he pushed in, to deep throat her. He was pleased with her progress and he began fucking her head with a vengeance.

He liked the wet heat of her soft virgin mouth around his lusty cock. He pushed in and out, rocking her body in his vigorous motion. He saw her tits swaying, causing his desires to spiral upwards.

Raisa wasn't sure of the cock in her mouth for it tasted strange initially but then she began to like it and the feeling it gave her of being desired. She sucked on his cock, tentatively at first. Then she saw the pleasure it gave her Lord and it fired her want to please him and ultimately her husband when the time came. She gagged and drooled which seemed to fire the lusty Lord even more.

He began pounding her mouth and she knew her jaw would ache and her lips and throat would be bruised from his administrations but she sucked harder and caved in her cheeks to increase the pressure on his shaft. She heard him groan in pleasure and then he stiffened and threw his head back.

Suddenly she felt something spurting in her throat. She had no choice but to swallow. It tasted salty and globby and her Lord growled in his rapturous gratification.

He stilled and began a slow head fuck as he shuddered and withdrew. She continued to softly suckle and taste him. He seemed sensitive and his hard cock began to soften a little.

Then he pulled from her and without a word, he stood her up and to her shame and embarrassment, he pushed her backwards on the bed so she was face up. He bent her knees pushing her ankles to her buttocks and spread her legs. He looked at her intimate centre and she blushed.

No man had ever been that close to her before. He wickedly parted her lips and lowered his head. Another forbidden fruit of her time. He began kissing and licking her between the legs. She was horrified and excited at the same time, yet soon she was swimming in a sea of desire. His knowledgeable, deviant tongue explored her folds, licked at her entrances and sucked on her lips.

It was too much. She thrust her pelvis in his face, moaning like a common whore on the bed and bunched her fists in the sheets.

He dipped his fingers in her a little, lubricated them and then did another wicked thing. He pushed his finger in her anus, right up to his knuckle. His tongue circled on her clitoris and inserted another finger in her pussy.

The pleasure she felt blew her mind and she catapulted into a strange new world of satisfaction. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. Her pussy fluttered over and over on his tongue and inserted fingers. She gasped and moaned as her body enjoyed the blissful joy of oral sex, a practice thought sinful and deviant in her strict medieval era.

Lord Jarin tasted her delight and then suckled her breasts gently as she rode her orgasm on his fingers and thumbed her clitoris. He always felt thrilled and turned on by his aberrant sexual behaviour, doing things frowned on by the norm in his strict social circles. He liked that he could practice these whims on his pretty peasant girls without consequence.

She eventually began to calm and felt exhausted but it seemed her Lord was fired up again. She felt him spread her legs and tease her entrance with his engorged cock. He wiped his crown up and down her creamy folds and then pushed in to her. Her body was still relaxed from the orgasm he had given her but his size still caught her breath. She moaned as he stretched her and then gasped in pain as he felt and broke her natural resistance.

"Nay, too big," She gasped as she felt her hymen break forever.

"Shushshsh," Lord Jarin, comforted her insincerely, and pushed in further to the hilt. Her tight pussy encased his rigid member. He waited as her body grew accustomed to the strange new world of sex. He felt and rejoiced in her tightness, in the joyous feeling of deflowering Raisa and being the first man to impale her.

Then he started to move, slow at first, out and then in, out and in.

Raisa whimpered under him, reluctant to let him move inside. She was scared the pain wouldn't go away but as he moved and suckled her breasts, that familiar feeling of desire began to build again. He started to thrust harder in her oily centre, building up speed for both of their pleasures.

She felt him prodding against her cervix and started to moan again. He moved her hand to rub her own clitoris and continued to fuck her hard and fast.

Soon, they were sheened in sweat and mating in an animalistic lust. She was lifting her body to meet his thrusts and gripped his shoulders as they gazed into each other's hungry eyes.

They pounded and moaned and groaned their need and pleasure until both reached that amazing peak, crashing headlong into the electric and crackling delight of orgasms.

Lord Jarin erupted his seed into the depths of her juicy pussy and Raisa exploded into spasms and tight repeated ripples to milk and suck his seed into her wanton body. He mashed his cock into her depths as far as he could possibly go. Then as they steadied and calmed he held her tight, both breathing heavy in their hard coupling.

Raisa felt a wonder and calmness that hummed throughout her body and soon drifted into an exhausted sleep. Her lips were upturned for her last thought was, she would have to go through it all again tomorrow with her new husband, Garrick.

Lord Jarin also glowed in sexual satisfaction and as he pulled the sheet up to cover them, he saw the slightly bloodied sheet, from the sleeping ex-virgin he had just deflowered.

He smiled to himself and felt that familiar male pride of introducing another woman to the wonderful art of sex and the naughty and deviant oral pleasures of their time.

Later, and also on the morrow, he would indeed play with her again, wickedly taste her again and take her again and again in mouth and quim.

Then, having taken his fill of her and having pumped her full of his dripping semen, he would return Raisa to her husband, together with a woven, willow basket of superb manor food and a small barrel of fine manor wine.

The Lord of the manor's wedding gift to both of them.

THE END.