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waiting arms. Pretending to stumble, she laughed up into his startled face and allowed her body to lean against his for a long moment, relishing its ready response.
    â€˜My lady,’ he said stiffly, stepping back as soon as she was steady on her feet. His face turned scarlet as he attempted to tug down his jerkin to hide the evidence of his excitement. His swollen manhood bulged against the thin hose and she deliberately held his eyes as she reached forward and fondled him, feeling the thick length of his shaft stir and swell even more beneath her questing fingers. His breath came harder as she ran her thumb over the smooth curve of its head; then, with a laugh, she whirled away, lifted her skirts and ran towards the woods.
    His control broke and with a wild whoop of excitement he took after her, no longer a deferential servant but a primitive male in pursuit of a willing female. Panting with a mixture of fear and excitement, she ran on, ignoring the thorns and briars that caught at her hair and clothing, the leaves that tangled in her hair. Finally she could run no further and she turned to face her pursuer, like a deer at bay.
    He was on her in a moment, his mouth pressing down on hers, his hands pulling the clothing from her body. When she was naked he scooped her up and laid her on a bed of wild thyme, her body like a white flame against the green. Smiling, he stood astride her and tore off his own clothing.
    She stared up at him in awe. Beads of sweat stood out on his tanned chest, catching in the thatch of curly brown hair that narrowed to a thin line running down over his firm belly. His broad shoulders tapered down to a neat waist and hips and brown, muscular legs. He was like some pagan woodland god.
    But it was his manhood that made her gasp. Thick and long, it jutted from the base of his belly like a club, its swollen head as big as a baby’s fist. A pang of terror ran through her. He would split her in half! She whimpered and tried to wriggle away, her eyes wide with fear.
    It was too late. With a groan he flung himself down beside her, his hands reaching for her. One cupped the nape of her neck and her head tilted back as his tongue forced into her mouth. The other ran over the smooth curve of her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples, kneading and twisting first one and then the other.
    When she tried to twist away he crooned low in his throat, soothing her as if she was a frightened horse. The exploring hand became gentle, stroking her flanks until she began to relax, then returning to her breasts. His thumb made small circles round her nipples until they rose hard against his touch. She moaned softly as she began to moisten, the taut muscles of her thighs slowly relaxing, allowing them to part.
    He lifted his mouth from hers and smiled down again. ‘Easy, girl, easy,’ he murmured, then his lips were on her breasts, shocking in their insistence. She moaned again, this time with rising excitement, feeling his lips curve in a smile against her as his tongue delicately teased the soft flesh.
    His other hand was between her thighs now, his fingers parting her cleft, seeking the hot wetness inside. It was his turn to groan as she raised her hips in welcome and they slid inside her silken softness. She could feel his manhood pressing against her and her own hand slipped down to explore him. He groaned again as she gripped it, feeling the hot blood pulsing through it.
    He rolled on top of her, his knee parting her thighs even further - and she felt the huge head of his organ pushing against the lips of her sex. She whimpered again with fear and pleasure as his hips moved and he began to force his way inside her, tearing her maidenhead apart, then she gave a shrill scream of pain as he thrust his entire length inside her.
    For a moment he lay still and she could feel his hot thickness filling her, then he began to move slowly, pulling back before plunging forward again. She whined in the back of her