By that same token, I knew she wanted it badly, and I was just the man to be her first. She was surprised by its length, its shape, and its feel on her skin. I could see in her eyes she knew it was too late to resist

When I first inserted it into her, she looked at me, either astonished that it didn't hurt as much as she thought, or it was just that the particular pain was beyond description. She had issue with the size, I know. Evidence was given to me by her pleas of "It hurts," and "take it out." By this point, though, she knew it was too far gone; to object further would be asking the impossible.

She must have understood this, since she stopped objecting just as soon as she'd started. A fighter, she clawed at my chest with each of my thrusts, knowing now it was too late to get back that which I had taken from her; the look in her eyes was now one of understanding.

She gasped, regularly, with steadily increasing frequency, as I went into and out of her. I kept a steady rhythm, not wanting to draw too much attention from the other people in the house who had no idea what I was doing.

I reached down and ran my fingers through the fluids being discharged. I felt them congeal between my fingers as they cooled, and I couldn't resist the urge to tase them.

Reaching the climax, I could feel my adrenaline surging. Then she let out a moan, and quivered, before finally lapsing into a peaceful state. When both achieve what they want at the same time, it is a wonderful moment.

I knew there were others in the house that needed my gentle ministrations, and I would attend them... later.

For now, I must depart.
I will take my knife, clean it, and work again tomorrow on another virgin.