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Melisande?” He asked, voice all but growling with need.
    She whimpered, was rewarded with another slap against her buttocks. “Yes,” she gasped into the table.
    “Tell me, Melisande. Tell me what I am about to do to you.”
    “You’re about to put your… your hard thing, inside me….”
    “I am going to put my hard cock inside you, Melisande. I am going to pleasure your innocent, delicious little cunt with my thick prick. Tell me.”
    “You… you are going to put your hard… cock, inside me. You are going to pleasure my innocent, delicious little cunt, w-with your thick… ah!” He was pressing against her again, but this time with something larger, harder. Oh, so many times larger. He rubbed against her dewy folds, and she could feel the tip pf him probing there, before moving further down, to lodge itself against her clasping tightness.
    “Tell me to fuck you, Melisande.” He was forcing himself into her, inch by slow inch, and Melisande fought to bring her knees together, instinctively trying to stop his hard shaft from entering further. All she got for her efforts was to make herself tighter for him, her cunt lips squeezing around his length and only pushing him deeper. She moaned at his invasion as he opened her up, at the feeling of being so unbearably stretched.
    “Please, I… ohh …”
    He stopped when he came upon her maidenhead, and the pain increased. She could only sob her relief as she felt him withdraw, giving her a moment’s respite before he lunged forward again without warning, impaling her throbbing pussy and depriving her of her virginity in one hard, smooth stroke.
    She screamed, pain shooting up her belly as her hips bucked, trying in her panic to keep him from entering her any deeper.
    “Shh,” he soothed, as his finger reached around her to return to the soft curls between her thighs, gently stimulating the nub there while he waited for her to grow accustomed to his cock, hard and throbbing and immense inside her. He teased her, patient and caressing, until more wetness spilled out of her, priming her body for more to come.
    Melisande whimpered when she felt him ease out, at the delicious friction of his cock rasping against her inner walls. It sent little jolts of unplanned pleasure through her. He moved back until only the tip remained, then thrust forward again with just as much force as he had done that first time, and Melisande wailed as he forced her pussy to accept his cock, lodging deep. The pain was lesser this time, faint tendrils of bliss taking its place.
    He rocked into her with slow, short thrusts, pausing every now and then to withdraw fully and plunge into her again, making her shake and roll her hips each time he did so. Once she began to relax, once most of the hurt had disappeared, he began to ram harder into her sheath. She could do nothing but accept his thick prick as it slid across a spot inside her that made her keen aloud, his heavy balls slapping against her still-sensitive buttocks as he impaled her cunny.
    Each delicious thrust sent her tightening around him, and she could hear the Marquise grunt every time his hips slammed into her. Finally she could take no more, and her cries were long and loud as pleasure burst forth, seeking to encompass every part of her, the first she had ever experienced.
    As she slowly came down from the heights of her ecstasy, she noticed that the Marquise had stopped his thrusting, his heavy breathing hot against the small of her back. She sensed that he had not reached his peak the way she had hers, that he was waiting for her to come down so he could continue.
    And continue he did. He reared back and began to ride her hard, harder than before. The force of his thrusts sent the table moving forward in small jerks, but Melisande was too lost to notice. Every fiber of her being was concentrated on thrusting her hips back against her captor as she was able to, yielding to his rough demands. She cast a quick look behind her,