They dressed Helen up with an exquisite white dress, adorned with pearls, with a conservative neckline and a short trail. Her grey eyes and tapered fingers instinctively moved on her pale, smooth stomach, caressing it around the navel. Sex —
The old nuns were back early in the morning. The warrior was desperately seeking to reach the deepest recesses of her passage, knocking at the gates to her fertile womb, spankings her buttocks with his big scrotum, swollen with seed. She had been spending years in complete isolation inside that tower, from puberty up until now, she already made peace with her meager lot in this life: to be used as a vessel to carry a stranger’s offspring. It was not them that the knights had to impress, but their families, their noble fathers. She convulsed in hopelessness while being choked by a merciless orgasm, as the man on top of her was rushing toward his only goal: inseminating his filly by flooding her sex with his virile essence. An imposing figure removed his helmet, revealing a bearded, flushed face traversed by a scowl. —
Helen’s whimpering, turned into ecstatic screams, as soon as the thrusts between her thighs became more pronounced, sharper. The maid was a virgin, immaculate, yet to be touched by a man… and as it turned out, ready to be claimed
