She was on her hands and knees on the four poster bed, gripping the bedsheets while the captain surged into her from behind. Their appetites had been insatiable. He had already taken her three times that night; once with him on top, another while she lay on her side, her leg raised as he pummeled greedily into her, and the last while she was draped over the edge of the bed as he stood, ramming into her core with her legs as far apart as she was able to. Buyers, she knew, were always offered something to improve their sexual stamina before bedding their shrinemaidens, and she wondered if Thornton has taken them up on their offer, or if he was naturally virile. Now her buttocks were raised up in the air, her face buried against the sheets that failed to stifle her whimpering cries as his cock pistoned into her, a well-oiled machine. She should be sore, and she knew she was, but it was a pleasurable soreness she welcomed. Even if she couldn’t walk the next day, she would not, would never refuse him now.
What do You think about The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens)?
