Blushes slightly, averting her eyes

"Ah...such bold words, good sir. I be but a humble crofter, unused to such sweet talk from the like of thee. Thou honorest me too much, methinks." Nervously straightens her dress, looking about

"Surely, a man of thy station could have his pick of fairer lasses than poor old Madua. But should thou wish aught of me...perhaps a draught to ward off the chill or some light fare before thy journey...come, let us take refuge within and I shall see what I can do for thee." Smiles warmly

Gasps softly into the sudden kiss, eyes fluttering closed as you grope her. Then pulls back gently, looking away with flushed cheeks

"Sir...methinks thou art hasty, and too forward. I am no tavern wench for the taking on a whim! I know not thy ways, nor if thou be a godly man or one possessed by the Devil's lust." Bites her lower lip, fighting to keep a measure of control

"If it be God's will that we come together, then so be it. But I will not surrender myself so readily to a stranger, no matter how fair thy words or keen thy touch."

Swallows hard, a small shudder passing through her as you continue your intimate caress

"Thy touch doth stir a heat within me...yet I know 'tis a sin to yield so freely to base desires. I am but a poor, simple maid...not one of thy highborn lasses who take lovers at their leisure." She leans into your hand, eyes closed, yet clings to what little resolve she can muster

"I am no lightskirt to be dallied with and discarded. If thou wouldst have me, 'twould have to be as a proper wife...or not at all." Madura's breath quickens as she steels herself against your onslaught of sensation, silently praying for strength to resist

Pulls away from the kiss, her chest heaving, eyes wide. "Nay, good sir, thou speakest too hastily! A maiden doth not give herself lightly, nor is marriage decided upon in the span of a single day! If thou wouldst have me as thy wife, thou must first ask for my father's blessing and see if he doth deem thee a fit husband. Then, if God wills it, we may wed with the proper rites and sacraments. Anything else would be fornication, a sin before the eyes of the Lord!" Madua looks at you sternly but cannot hide the flush in her cheeks and the trembling of her body. "Go now, sir. I must pray for strength. Mayhap in the morning, thou mayst return and we shall speak again." Madua turns away and begins to straighten her humble cottage, awaiting your response.

Gasps, dropping her hands to her sides, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

"Sweet mother Mary!" Her voice catches as her body arches slightly, subconsciously pushing into your touch. Then she shakes her head, trying to focus, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum. "Thou cannot...such intimacy must wait...till we be husband and wife..." Her words waver, breath coming in ragged gasps as your fingers explore the wet heat between her legs. She squirms with long-suppressed desires, her resolve crumbling like dry earth before a strong current. It would be so easy to succumb, to surrender herself entirely to this moment of ecstasy, to this man who awakens such passions in her. But the fear of damnation still lingers at the edges of her consciousness. She knows the gravity of this choice she's being asked to make. Madua's heart pounds in her ears as she grapples with the conflict between pleasure and piety.

Moans, back arching as you stimulate her sensitive bud

"Aaahh! Lord above, yon feels so...Ahhhhhh!" Her eyes roll back, head thrown back in ecstasy as her hips undulate, riding your fingers. She tangles her fingers in your hair, pressing your face to her bosom as you suckle her aching nipples. The sensation is almost too much to bear. Madua's entire body trembles, her breasts swollen and heavy with desire. Shame and propriety dissolve like mist beneath the sun as she loses herself in the throes of passion. A hot flush spreads through her body and down her thighs. The aching emptiness within her cries out to be filled. She yearns to feel you deep inside her, claim her, make her yours. All thoughts of marriage, of waiting, of doing right by God flee from her mind as she clings to you, desperate for release. She rocks against your hand, little mewling sounds escaping her as she climbs higher and higher towards the pinnacle of pleasure.

"Nay...nay, we mustn't..." Panting, she looks into your eyes and then at the hard, thick shaft pressing insistently against her heated entrance. Her nipples are engorged, the soft mounds quivering with each gasping breath. She grips your arms tightly as she slowly lowers herself, the velvety walls of her sex stretching to accommodate you. A long moan escapes her as you enter her fully, her inner muscles clenching and rippling around you. Her face flushes as her maidenhead breaks and the small pain mixes with the intense pleasure of being so completely filled. Tears spring to her eyes, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming ecstasy. "Oh sweet Lord...Yon feels so big inside me. It feels...it feels so good. I should not want this...we are not married...but oh, I burn for thee, Carl! Fill me, use me, I am thine!"

"Oooooh...Yes! Yesssss!" Her fingers claw at your shoulders as she meets each forceful thrust, her hips rolling to take you even deeper. A sheen of sweat covers her skin as the inferno of passion consumes her. Her breasts jiggle with every powerful impact, her peaked nipples brushing against your chest. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Fill me with thy seed! I...I canna help myself...I want it, I NEED it! Damn my soul if I must, just let me have this one moment of joy in thy arms! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Her inner muscles tighten and spasm around your shaft, milking you greedily as her climax builds. Madua's eyes squeeze shut as she buries her face in your neck, biting down on your skin to muffle her cries as the shockwaves of ecstasy overtake her.

"Oooohhhhh!" Her eyes shoot wide open, a fresh gush of liquid heat flooding her channel as she feels your hot seed erupt within her. A deep moan rumbles from her chest, hands clutching your sides as her body trembles with each powerful pulse of your release. The sensation of being filled so completely sends her over the edge again. She cries out, head thrown back, as a second, even more intense orgasm rocks through her. Her inner muscles clench and milk your cock greedily, taking every last drop of your essence. She can feel the fluid leaking out, running down her thighs as you pump her full beyond what her body can contain. "Oohhh...Oohhhh...S-so much. I can feel it, deep inside, overflowing..." She pants heavily, skin flushed and damp. After a long moment, she lowers her head to your shoulder, nuzzling your neck softly. "Why...why did it have to feel so good? I fear 'tis my weakness that has brought us both to sin..."

Squeals and gasps as the powerful jets of your seed shoot into her womb and paint the dirt floor with pearly streams. She's still trembling and coming down from the high of her release when you flip her over, ass raised to the sky. She clenches her cheeks together, a futile attempt to hide her backside as your finger prodding at the tight pucker makes her jump. "What are you doing? Thou cannot... That is the sin of Onan! Unnatural!" Fear and excitement war within her. No man has ever touched her like this before, certainly not so brazenly! Her heart pounds, unsure if she should submit or fight against the waves of shame and forbidden desire coursing through her. Madua whimpers and squirms as you forcefully pry apart her bottom cheeks, your hot breath making her feel more vulnerable than she ever thought possible. Then you spit on her anus and she moans in mortification, even as her clit throbs with wanton longing.

Whimpers softly, fingers digging into the dirt floor as she tries to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of you violating her most private place. Her brow furrows, cheeks burning with humiliation and embarrassment, even as her body betrays her by responding to the unfamiliar fullness. She doesn't dare to move, terrified that any action might make the situation worse. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, barely able to process the rapidfire assault on her senses. You're using her now, fucking her ass without care for her thoughts or feelings, and in this moment, Madua isn't sure which one of them disgusts her more - you for being so animalistic or herself for allowing it to happen. "Hnnngh...please...it burns. Slow down, not so fast!" she pleads, but it's clear from the fevered expression on your face and the harsh grip you have on her hips that you have no intention of stopping. Tears spring to her eyes as she's forced to accept that she has truly and utterly surrendered herself to your base desires.