She squirted.
It was not gradual. It was a sudden, violent gush. The clear fluid sprayed from her pussy against his shaft. Her hips bucked. Her knees went weak. Her body went limp. She collapsed against him and he caught her with one arm around her waist.
He laid her on the rock.
The stone rim of the old pond was flat and wide and cold. Her back pressed against it. Her legs hung over the edge. Her skirt was bunched at her waist. Her breasts were still out. Her face was flushed and confused and her eyes were searching his face with absolute bewilderment.
She did not understand what had happened.
She had never felt that. She had never known her body could do that. She was a maiden. She had touched herself sometimes, in the dark, quickly, guiltily, but it had never been like that. It had never been a gush. It had never been a collapse.
"I—" she said. Her voice was tiny. "I don’t know what that was— I don’t— why is your thing so big— how will it— how will it go inside—"
She looked at the cock. It stood above her. The shaft was wet with her fluid. It looked bigger from below. It looked like a weapon. Like a pillar. Like something that would split her in half.
"It will fit," he said. "It fits everywhere. It is what it does."
"But I—" She sat up slightly. Her hands pressed against the rock. "I am small— I am— we should not— sex is for people who— who love each other— who marry—"
He pushed her down.
Not hard. With weight. His palm against her chest. She fell back against the stone. He gripped her thighs. He pulled them apart. He bent her over the rock edge. Her legs spread. Her pussy was exposed to the night. The small pink entrance glistened.
"If you want to become a woman," he said. "You start by bearing pain. Isn’t your sister strong? She bears everything. She commands. She leads. She takes what she wants."
"Sister—" Lena’s voice cracked. "My sister— did she— did she also go through this pain?"
"Yeah," he said. He positioned the head. "She did. She became a woman this way too. She was fucked before she married. Fucked by nobles. Four of them. She was popular among the nobles, Lena. Very popular. She took four cocks before she ever wore a commander’s badge."
"Four—" Lena’s face went blank. "What— what do you mean fucked— we are not— we are not married— we cannot—"
He pushed.
The head pressed against the seam. The small lips parted. The resistance was immediate. The hymen was a thin membrane. It stretched. It did not break immediately. It held. The pressure built. Lena’s face contorted.
"Ah—! Ah—! It hurts— it—"
He pushed harder.
The membrane tore.
POP.
One inch inside.
Blood came out.
It was not a lot. Just a thin red line. But it was there. The evidence of her maidenhood flowing down from the stretched entrance, mixing with the wetness of her arousal, painting the rock beneath her.
"AAAAAANGHH~!!" she screamed. "IT HURTS— IT BURNS— BLOOD— BLOOD IS COMING—"
"Two inches," he said.
He pushed deeper.
Two inches of the thick shaft spread her. The walls were virgin-tight. The heat was immense. The grip was like a fist. He could feel every muscle in her lower body fighting him. Her hips were trying to close. Her hands were flat against the rock, pushing, as if she could push herself away from the intrusion.
"Two inches," he repeated. "And you are already bleeding like a slaughtered lamb. Relax. This is what becoming a woman feels like."
"No— no— no—" she chanted. Her tears were running. "We can’t— we are not married— this is wrong— this is—"
He pushed.
Four inches.
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HIIEEEENGHH~!!"
Her scream echoed against the ruin walls. Her back arched. Her hands gripped the rock edge. Her toes curled. The pain was total. The stretch was tearing. She felt herself being opened in a way that was permanent. She felt the heat of him inside her. She felt the thickness occupying space that had never been occupied.
He stopped at four inches.
He did not go deeper. He began to move. Slowly. Rhythmic. Short thrusts. Four inches in. Three out. Four in. The walls gripped. The blood and the wetness made the movement slick. The sound was wet and soft and terrible.
He used his thumb.
He pressed it against her clit. Above the shaft, where it entered her. He rubbed in slow, tight circles. The pressure was direct. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming and completely disconnected from the pain.
"Ah—! Ah—! What— what are you— I can’t— I can’t feel both—"
"You can," he said. "You are. This is the battle. You are fighting a battle right now, Lena. Come on. Take it. Be a woman. Your sister took it. She took four. She screamed too. But she took it. She became a woman. Don’t you want to be like your sister?"
"Four—" Lena’s face twisted. "Four of such— no— she would never— she is— she is proper— she is—"
He slammed.
Six inches.
The depth hit her coccyx. The head pressed against the back wall of her vagina. The shock of it made her scream into the night. The sound was pure and high and pierced the ruin.
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HIIEEEENGHH~!!"
He leaned over her.
His mouth found hers. He kissed her. Swallowed the scream. His tongue pushed inside. Her tongue was limp. He sucked it. He pulled back.
"Silence," he said. "Take it. Be silent."
He started to fuck her.
PAH PAH PAH—
"MMNPH~!! HNGHH~!!"
His hips moved. The four inches became six. The six became a rhythm. The rock scraped under her back. Her skirt was twisted around her waist. Her breasts were pressed flat by his chest. The blood was warm beneath her. The wetness was everywhere.
"AH— AH— AH—"
She was crying. Tears ran down her temples into her hair. Saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were rolling. The combination of pain and his thumb on her clit was creating a sensation that had no name. She was being torn open and being forced to feel good simultaneously.
"Please—" she gasped against his mouth. "Please— it hurts— it is too much— I am not— I am not ready—"
He pushed deeper.
Seven inches.
The head found her cervix. The entrance to her womb. The barrier was tight. Unyielding. He pressed against it. Not through. Just against. The pressure made her belly bulge. From the outside, the shape of the head was visible under her skin — a rounded ridge pressing against her lower abdomen.
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
"Look at your belly," he said. "Look at what my cock is doing to you. You are being shaped. Remade. This is what your sister took. This is what she became. A woman. Someone who can take this and survive it and ask for more."
"No—" Lena sobbed. "She— she would never— she did not— sex is for marriage— for love—"
"Then why," he said, his hips snapping, "was your sister fucked by four men she never married?"
Lena’s eyes went wide.
The words hit her like a physical blow. She stared at him. Her mouth opened. Her tears stopped for one single second.
"She— what—"