Andrew gritted his teeth. “Men do not,” he answered her slowly.Jesu!Did she know nothing about a man’s body? He struggled to control himself, but he could not, and when her slender finger closed around him he groaned.
She released him quickly. “Am I hurting you? I did not mean to hurt you. ’Tis the manroot, is it not? It seemed of a moderate size before, but now it seems to be growing much bigger.”
“Hold it in your hand,” he ground out harshly.
Adair wrapped her fingers against the column of lengthening and burgeoning flesh. It was warm in hergrasp, and she thought she could detect a faint throbbing.
“You are not hurting me, lovey. You are giving me pleasure,” he told her.
“I have heard it said that the manroot is inserted into the woman’s body,” Adair said. “How is it done? Will you do it soon?”
“Lie upon your back again,” he responded, and when she had complied he ran his hand down her torso, her belly, and placed it for a brief moment over her mons.
He could sense the heat emanating from the plump flesh. Adair was too innocent to realize that she was being aroused, and readied for the pleasures they would soon share. He ran a finger down the shadowed slit, pushing gently past her nether lips. Then he smiled, feeling that she was already moistening.
“Wh-what are you doing?” her young voicequavered.
“Giving you the answers you seek,” he said, his finger finding that little nub of flesh known as the seed of desire. He rubbed it, and she gasped with surprise as a sudden longing for something she had never before experienced shot through her. The finger kept chafing and fretting her until she was whimpering with her need. But a need for what? She didn’t know, and she didn’t understand. But she wanted it. Her flesh tingled, and suddenly it felt as if it were bursting, and relief poured over her as she sighed.
Andrew laughed low. “Did you like that?’ he asked her.
“Aye,” she finally managed to gasp. “But you still haven’t answered my question, my lord husband.”
In reply he moved the finger past the seed of desire and began to slowly push it into her female sheath.
“Here,” he murmured against her fragrant dark hair.
“The manroot goes in here, Adair.” He moved the finger back and forth sensuously, pleased to find her maiden’s shield intact. His bride was indeed a virgin.
“You are too big to go there,” she replied weakly, her head beginning to spin.
Andrew kissed her lips. “No, I am not too big to fit you, lovey, as you will soon see. Now open yourself to me.” He did not wait, but rather gently, yet firmly, pushed her thighs apart as he slid between them. His manhood was as hard as iron, and his heart was beating swiftly and loudly in his ears as he began to press forward.
Adair had not thought to be afraid, but she was. Eyes wide, she watched as he slowly began to insert the thick peg of flesh into her body. How could anything like this give pleasure? she wondered. Her body was being invaded and pried open to satisfy his lust. He moved farther into her, and to her surprise Adair felt her body seemingly opening to accommodate him. Then she gasped and cried out in pain as the tip of his manroot began to press against something within her. “Please stop!” she pleaded with him. “Oh, please stop! It hurts!
It hurts!”
He drew back, to her relief, but then his manhood plunged forward, and Adair screamed as he seemed to fill her. “The pain will ease! The pain will ease,” he assured her. “It was your maidenhead, lovey. I am sorry.
There is only pain the first time. I swear it.” Then he began to move on her again.
Adair sobbed as he did. But the burning was subsiding as quickly as the pain had burst forth to engulf her.
Her husband was groaning as he labored over her body.
And then he cried out, and she felt the manhood quiver as his juices flooded her. When he collapsed atop her, Adair instinctively put her arms about him in a gesture of comfort. He lay atop her for several minutes, and then Andrew rolled off of her, breathing heavily.
“Why didn’t you tell me of the pain?” she asked him.
“You would have been more frightened than you were,” he replied.
“I was not afraid!” Adair denied.
“Aye, you were,” he said. “But the deed needed to be done, and now my grandsire will leave Stanton content with us both.”
“There was no pleasure,” she said. “You promised me pleasure.”
“You will have it the next time,” he assured her. “You were fearful, and your deflowering was painful, for you were a true virgin. It would have been unusual for you to gain pleasure from our first coupling, Adair.”
