Trespass
Young Tiyovni was the first daughter of a prosperous merchant family, and though she was firstborn, she couldn't be the heir. It was frowned upon for ladies of rank to manage a financial empire, and though technically she was not yet of rank, she aspired to be-- or more correctly, her father aspired to be, and thus her role was already ascertained, no matter what she thought of it. She was to remain pure, untouched, and then be married off to some boor of a man with a title so that her family became lords in name as well as wealth. What she thought of this was of no consequence, and likely her father had never spared a thought to the idea that she might have an opinion of the situation at all.
Whatever she did think of it, she had dutifully remained untouched. She was of a fiery, sarcastic temperament, the kind that didn't suffer fools, and as 'fools' happened to describe all the boys around her age, they were easily chased off. They didn't realize what a pleasure such a fierce and stubborn creature could be, preferring to go after easier prey. That had kept her pure through these many years, and now she was legally of marriageable age, having gone through the rites that marked the passage from childhood into womanhood in the eyes of the state.
And Jehan would know-- he was the Magistrate of their little township, making him the eyes of the state.
That was also why he knew the location of the sacred spring where the unmarried women went to bathe, as they waited for their families to negotiate their marriage. It was supposed to keep them spiritually pure, in line with a local myth involving the harvest goddess. Nobody but the women themselves were to know where it was, hidden as it was amongst some of the most ancient trees in the surrounding forest. The small glade was a quiet and tranquil place, full of a deep and heavy reverent silence, usually broken only by the sound of birdsong and soft burbling of the spring. The water was bone-chillingly cold, apparently, and since it was one of those humid summer evenings where the air was thick enough to drink and the buzz of the late-season insects were loud enough to drown out one's own thoughts, Jehan imagined it must've been very refreshing.
Though not nearly as refreshing as the sight of Tiyovni preparing herself for the bath.
Even with the heat, the young mare seemed reluctant to go into the chill water; she fussed with her clothing slowly, delaying the moment where she'd submerge herself. The long loose surcoat first, fairly quickly discarded for being a heavy outer layer, and the blouse, lingering over each button, and then the overskirt, and then she was down to her underthings. These all went into a neat little pile on a nearby stone. The bodice was next, its light cream color a lovely contrast with the warm teal of her fur. The halves of the garment jumped apart as she unlatched each of the top buttons, pushed apart by her ripe breasts, revealed in sections. Her nipples, he was delighted to note, were a light rose pink, soft round circles of skin yet to grow hard. The lower buttons revealed fur on her belly that was grew dramatically lighter as it crawled down her belly, and then she was shrugging off the bodice, adding it to the pile. All that was left was the short underskirt, and this she slid off, businesslike, revealing a dark patch of dark blue fur marking her mound, and a hint of the same rose-pink of her nipples between her outer lips.
She was a paragon of ripe womanhood; Magistrate Jehan sniffed the air, searching out the sweet scent she'd been hiding under her clothes.
Her bright grey eyes turned in his direction, and he froze-- but she hadn't seen him, was merely looking in the direction of the spring itself, which she now approached with a sigh. He could see the trepidation on her face as she paused beside the spring, put an arched hoof-toed foot in, testing the cold temperature. Chilly, judging from the cringe that came to her delicate equine features. But this was an important ritual, and so she forced herself to wade into the spring a few steps at time, letting herself adjust slowly to the temperature of the water.
The Magistrate did not begrudge her the time-- he drank the appearance of her, watching as she submerged herself, as the water rose up the soft taper of her thighs, caressed her lower lips, passed over her hips, stroked the soft fur of her belly, hardened her nipples. He had watched her for years, since she was but a child-- she'd been special then, albeit not this way, but rather notable for her independence. He'd watched with unexpected pleasure as she blossomed into an adult. He'd ached to see her during her rites of passage, when he had welcomed her into adulthood on behalf of their people. He'd ached to welcome her into womanhood in other ways, too; only the strictures of his position had stopped him.
But they hadn't stopped him coming here, and they didn't stop him now, watching her.
The light shifted and the shadows lengthened as Tiyovni lowered herself into the spring; she'd gotten used to the water, and seemed to find it relaxing now. She reclined against its rocky edges, her eyes half closed, her hand occasionally straying down her naked body. In this moment of privacy, she idly explored herself-- never quite to the intensity of masturbation, but still ghosting over the round shape of breast, the soft rise of her belly, lingering briefly to rub between her legs. It was intoxicating; his cock, already half-hard, gave a painful twitch. Part of him wanted her to go farther, to see how far she'd explore herself, to see what was strange to her and what wasn't. But she never did, and by the time the gloom had turned the small glade to deep shadow, she grew tired of the water. Tiyovni stood, water plastering the fur across the curves of her body, and waded back out of the spring, towards her clothes.
Magistrate Jehan stood, abruptly, half-automatically. He had come here to watch-- only to watch-- but now that he'd seen the treasure, he couldn't let her pass through his fingers entirely without an attempt.
The rustle of the underbrush was loud enough that it did attract the young mare's attention-- she spun, eyes narrow and ears back, searching for whatever it was that had made the noise. She'd been expecting some forest creature, perhaps a small predator easily chased off; when her eyes fell on the huge, imposing form of the Magistrate, her eyes widened in confusion. "M-magistrate?" she asked, ears still back, pulling her clothing up to her chest in that automatic gesture of modesty. "What are you doing here?"
But the Magistrate had no patience for modesty, or for any of the normal games that it might've normally occurred to him to play here. He was not an ordinary man of the village, even if he'd been pining like one, and even if this was not one of his ordinary places of power. "Uncover yourself." he said, assuming the mantle of authority that came with decades of experience, "Let me see you."
A lesser woman would've obeyed him instantly. Tiyovni hesitated visibly, clenching her hand around the clothing she held up to herself still, and took a step back. She seemed dreadfully uncertain for several long seconds-- an expression she wore on her face, which he relished-- before choosing defiance. She put her ears back and looked at him with fierce eyes, scowling. "No, Magistrate." She answered fiercely, "What are you doing here? You aren't supposed to know about here."
The magistrate frowned deeply, and crossed the short distance between them, going wide around the spring. She wasn't very far away, and the tall bull-rhinoceros hybrid moved quickly for something his size. Tiyovni chose to stand her ground, betraying hesitance only by clutching the clothes closer to her body. She thought he could chase him off, evidently, foolish girl. "Uncover yourself." He said again, firmly, but without a hint of threat. His authority was granted by something other than violence.
Tiyovni opened her mouth to retort again, so he frowned and grabbed both of her wrists, pulling them away from her body. She was not a tiny woman, but he was a large enough man that her wrists were tiny in his hands. Only now did she seem to realize his intentions; her eyes widened with real fear and anger now, and she began to struggle, trying to pull away from him. "Magistrate, stop!" she yelled, trying to tug her hands away from him, "This is improper, please stop!"
Jehan didn't shake her or threaten her, but her pulling was futile against his strength. Tiyovni shifted from anger to fear to desperation; she pulled frantically against the strength of his hands, but to no avail. He simply lifted her wrists, so that she hand to stand on the tips of her toes, making it harder to struggle. Still she writhed around, shouting until her voice grew hoarse. Why was he doing this to her? She had always regarded the magister with a kind of fondness, as a kind of benign older man. As a child, she'd pestered him with questions, which largely he'd been amused by and inclined to answer. She had less contact with him now, as an adult, but still she'd never expected this from him, never expected he'd act in any way towards her but kindness. But now-- she could feel his eyes on her, watching her body as she writhed. She could see the outline of his erection through his robes. She hated it, hated that anyone had gotten her in such a situation, tricked her into a moment of weakness; she hated how her body was reacting, despite the fear, sending a paradoxical warmth through her belly, and lower.
When she'd exhausted most of her energy, Tiyovni hung from his grip semi-limply, panting, glaring at him with ears back and teeth bared. "Whatever it is you want to do, I won't let you. I won't submit." she growled, voice hoarse but glittering with rage. "I'll tell my father and he'll kill you. Let me go!"
The magistrate was quiet for a long moment, looking intently at her angry face, at her eyes, but he didn't seem very threatened. Indeed, he smiled, as if he were amused. This filled her with indignation, and she would've started adding threats if he hadn't responded in a very calm, deliberate voice, totally unfazed. "Ah, but you see, I am going to tell your father that you are no longer a virgin, that I Saw you give yourself to a strange man, and who do you think he will believe? An impudent young girl, whose kind are known to do such things? Or the respected Magister of the city?"
This finally had an effect. Tiyovni stiffened, gritting her teeth and clenching her hands uselessly, trying to think of any retort. There was none, of course, because he was right. That story was so common that it was always more of a surprise when a young lady of her status actually managed to get married a virgin, the only difference being that an actual lady could get away with such indiscretions, whereas a rich merchant's daughter trying to marry into a title most certainly could not. She relaxed in his grip, and the magistrate released her, letting her fall onto her heels and retract into herself. Her ears were still back, her face still wore an expression of rage, but now it was a brittle one-- the game was up, and they both knew it. She clutched her clothing to her automatically, but less for modesty than for comfort, and bit her lip.
"Uncover yourself." The magister said again, still authoritative, but his tone slightly gentler than before. "Let me see you."
She was still hesitant, but this time Tiyovni obeyed, closing her eyes with shame. She wasn't entirely comfortable with herself naked, either-- the circumstances of her household and her upbringing were unpleasant, and the idea of being seen naked was slightly horrifying. She could feel her skin flushing with embarrassment and shame at both her nakedness and the situation. Perhaps, if she was lucky, the magister would be displeased with her body and leave her be (a thought she'd previously reserved for her hypothetical husband-to-be).
She had no such luck. "Magnificent." Jehan replied, voice low, and Tiyovni was shocked to feel a thrill of reluctant pride. She squeaked at the feeling of a large hand on her breast, however, jerking away to face the stone face of the spring behind her, pressing against it and away from him.
"You can't," she said, begging now. "You can't, please, I have to stay pure." she could feel tears on her cheeks, and this, too, brought her feelings of shame.
"Remember what I shall tell your father." the magister said again in a low voice. "You know what your father will do to you."
And she did; her father would kill her, for the honor of the family. There wasn't a doubt in her mind. Tiyovni pressed her face against the sharp, cold stones, letting the tears fall wantonly from her eyes. The resistance was useless, one last pro-forma gasp, and this they also both knew. He let her sob quietly to herself for a few moments, giving her some small space, waiting patiently for them to exhaust themselves as the anger had. Presently, she asked in a small voice, "Will it hurt?"
The magister had never lied to her, not when she'd been a child, and he wasn't about to start now. "Yes." he answered, "But it will also feel good." And here he placed large hands on her back, stroking down along her hips to squeeze her ass. For all her anger and fear and sorrow, he could smell her in the air, a hint of arousal to her sweet scent. "Turn around and lean back."
This time, Tiyovni obeyed him, turning around in his loose grip to press her back stiffly against the rock face. She didn't look at him, even when he stepped into her space, pressing his body lightly against hers. His vestments were luxurious cloth, smooth against the harness of her nipples, and against her belly she feel his hardening cock. He lowered his head to her neck and nipped it lightly, bringing a surprised shudder to her body and a jolt down to her belly, and continued to nip and kiss along her collarbone, trailing downwards and lowering himself to his knees. As he dipped down her breast, the jolt in her belly turned into a spreading warmth; it spiked strait to her pussy when his lips pressed around her nipple and the warmth of his tongue stroked the hard little nub. She gasped, and felt him smile in response, sucking the nipple lightly and letting one of his hands travel to the other breast, to massage that nipple too. Tiyovni was not a stranger to touching her own breasts, but it felt different in another person's hands, and she couldn't help her reactions. Her fear relaxed slightly into arousal, and that manifested in her body, her stance growing slightly easier and her legs opening automatically.
Jehan shifted his attention from one breast to another, noting as some of the tension melted from her body, and then began to be replaced with a different kind of tension altogether. As the muscles on her belly started to tighten, he let his mouth travel lower, planting kisses along the softness around her belly-button, towards her mound. Young, inexperienced women tended to find this alarming, and Tiyovni proved to be no exception, when she realized what he was doing-- when he nuzzled the tuft of fur above her lips, she looked down at him in shock, forgetting that she was deliberately avoiding his gaze. He smirked and kissed lower, briefly sucking her nub into his mouth, before she could voice an objection. The noise she'd been about to make turned into a moan and she looked away again, taken by surprise at the sheer intensity of having someone else's mouth on the most sensitive part of her body.
Not one to waste an opportunity where his young mare was too distracted to be either frightened or resistant, Jehan nuzzled between her legs, encouraging her to spread them, and rubbed his muzzle between the inner lips, smearing her fluids between his nostrils. She was wetter than he expected, and she smelled intoxicating; he followed the motion with an identical movement of his tongue, collecting all of the nectar. Tiyovni moaned, bucking her hips and opening her legs wider, and he continued his ministrations, pressing up against her entrance with his tongue every time he passed it.
There was a secondary goal to this, besides tasting her and bringing her pleasure-- his tongue was stopped by something just slightly beyond her entrance, a thin film blocking his way. After several passes, he drew away, taking advantage of a moment to breathe, and replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing them between her pussy lips and spreading them apart, admiring. She was, indeed, beautiful-- the pink flushed dark with arousal-- and his eyes confirmed what his tongue felt. Not only had she managed to stay untouched by men until this point, she had also not managed to break her hymen in the myriad other ways possible through daily living. His hard cock gave a twitch even as he felt a ping of regret; it had been a long time since he'd had a virgin, but that also meant he couldn't prepare her, and it would hurt that much more. His cock, after all, was large enough that it dwarfed her hand.
Jehan stroked her slit oncemore, circling her entrance and rubbing the film very lightly, before replacing the fingers with his tongue again. Tiyovni hadn't noticed his inspection, focusing entirely on the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations his movements were evoking; when he sucked her nub into his mouth and circled it with his tongue, she bucked her hips and shrieked, her voice lost to the deep woods. Her body was growing tight; she was close. He pulled away from her with a lewd slurb and looked up at her, voice commanding "look at me." She lowered her head and met his eyes, blushing scarlet along her muzzle, as he once again nuzzled her cunt and sucked her lips into his mouth, drawing upwards to her nub. His fingers strayed to her entrance again, teasing it gently, his sharp eyes never leaving her conflicted ones. This pushed her over the edge; he felt her entrance twitch as she came, her eyes fluttering as she fought to keep them open through the orgasm. He continued to suck on the nub a few seconds longer than he knew she found comfortable, until she was bodily twitching, and then he abruptly stood and stepped away from her.
Tiyovni came back to herself, panting, after several long seconds, to see the magistrate quickly shucking his clothes. The robes were semi-shapeless, and somehow she'd expected him to look smaller without them, as if his mountainous appearance was partially due to their smoothing of his masculine frame. This was the wrong impression; he was much older than her, but still quite strong, and he seemed to grow more massive with every article of clothing he removed. His pants were last, releasing his cock. It took after the rhino of his heritage, and was thusly larger even than a stallion, and strange in shape. Her cunt clenched reflexively; that thing was not going to fit. Perhaps she could run now, while he was distracted--
He seemed to know what she was thinking. He turned with a frown, his cock bobbing with the movement, and he stepped into her space oncemore, blocking her path. The look on his face reminded her of his threat from earlier. "Brace yourself on the stone." were his instructions, as he put a hand on her left hip, "And raise this leg." She did as bidden, he slid his arm beneath her calf, supporting her weight as he steered the cock with his other hand. He slid the delicate, flared tip against her lips, adding his pre to her fluids, before sliding it along to her entrance and pressing against her maidenhead.
Tiyovni kept her head down, lip between her teeth, as her body began to register the discomfort of pressure against her virgin entrance. That lasted only for seconds, before it bloomed into bright pain, and she cried out; his cock had burst through with an abrupt stretch, as the first bulbous ridge, just behind the tip, spread her passage apart. His cock was nearly the size of her fist, and it felt like it was splitting her apart. For Jehan, it was nearly painful; he couldn't sink in so much as push forward a centimeter at a time, the bulge of the first ridge stretching her obscenely. She closed, vicelike, against the narrower spot just behind it. He paused here, letting her tiny cunt squeeze and cling, trying to keep himself under control. She'd barely taken the tip; there was still another three-fourths of it, including the double-ridge that was twice as wide as the first.
One day, soon, she'd be able to take his cock more quickly. One day, she'd greet him upon coming in the door with a soaking, hungry cunt, eager to be mounted. That would take some training, however; now, he had to be patient. He groaned, and leaned over to take one of her nipples into his mouth, using his free hand to rub her clit. He had to keep her moving towards the good side of the pain. The stiffness began to leech out of her spine, the look on her face eased slightly, so he released her breast and began again. He pulled out slowly, the cunt resisting him on the way out nearly as much as it had on the way in, and popped out with a spurt of pre; his cock was stained with the red blood of her defloration, but otherwise she seemed uninjured. Jehan took a second to admire the way her hungry hole had stretched from the size of him, and then pressed his glans against the hole again. Once again, it resisted him, straining against the bulbousness, but this was partially his purpose-- as he pushed against her, his cock was gushing pre into her passage, making it ready for the rest of him. Once again, he breached all of a sudden with a pop, and this time he sunk in further, all the way to the start of the second double-ridge, this one twice as wide as the head. He began to fuck her hard with shallow strokes, letting the first ridge force her open as the second ridge battered her straining entrance. She was writhing against him, biting her lip as tears and trying not to scream, and even she didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure. It had been, at first, pain, and she was still very much sore, but as her cunt was molding itself to the strange shape of his penis, the bulbous ridge inside her was dragging on something that felt extremely good.
Jehan put a hand tight on her hip, and grunted "Look down" at his little mare; surprised, she did so, and watched him invading her body. This was the magistrate, her magistrate, who'd answered all of her questions when she'd been young, and now he was slamming his strange, giant cock into her. Its first ridge was dragging inside her; she could feel it even as she could see more and more of the double-ridge begin to shove itself inside. In the pool beside them, she could see the cock going into her, could see her entrance molding itself to his shape with every thrust, could see how the already strained lips were straining further to take the double ridge, could see how much was still outside of her. And she wanted it. Pain, fear, reservations, all the stupid details of life-- they seemed far away and silly, and right now all she wanted was that cock, hilted, all the way inside her. She stopped biting her lip and moaned, loud and desperate, pressing down with the weight of her body against the arm that was holding one of her legs up, spreading herself as far as she could, bearing down on the cock, forcing her straining body to take more.
This was why the fiery ones were treasures, Jehan thought with a smirk, thrusting forward savagely. After fierce resistance, both of their efforts popped the second ridge past her tight ring; Tiyovni screamed, suddenly filled with twice as much cock. His momentum had carried him far enough tht his flared entrance had breached her cervix, and it was now spread just before the first ridge, pushed inward as the length of the rest filled her completely. She continued to cry out, hands scrabbling against the rock behind her, as her cunt tightened and she writhed, shuddering-- too big, it was too big, she was too full, rubbing all across all the sensitive spots, it was too much! She came, hard, walls crashing against him as if trying to absorb the invading cock.
This feeling for Jehan was too much. He dropped the leg he was supporting, pulling both of her legs around his waist, and pressed her back against the stone, supporting them with one hand braced over her shoulder and using the other to pull her hips against him. He'd been so patient for so long, he couldn't wait another second. He was halfway inside her and needed to hilt. While her orgasm was still crashing through her body, he began to pound her, pulling her hips hard against his with every full-body thrust. He pulled out to the first ridge again and then plowed back in, second ridge catching against her entrance in a long few seconds of resistance before popping in again, causing Tiyovni to scream and grasp his back, trying to pull him closer and deeper. She was sobbing, but the words coming out of her in a babble were "yes, please, deeper, oh gods, please please please", and he obliged, pulling out and slamming home. It wasn't her entrance he was battering this time, but her cervix; it boughed against the first ridge the same way the previous hole had, tighter and harder to open, but it didn't stand a chance between the narrowed tapered flare of his glans already spreading it and the force of the thrusts forcing the ridge behind it deeper. On the third vicious thrust, the rounded button gave way and Jehan shoved all the way inside her, pulling her all the way down against his hips while the top of his cock filled her womb. Tiyovni ground against him, desperate, overstimulated; he rocked back with her movements, feeling her shudders through the walls of her vagina, as it tried to grasp through the last aftershocks of orgasm and respond to movement.
Now it was he who was so close, but he felt the need to push her back over one more time. He pulled all the way out in a spray of pre, and then shoved back in again, enjoying the way her both of her barriers molded to him, the way she arched back and screamed. Twice more, and she was jerking forwards in his arms, toes curling and body twitching as her cunt contracted in in uneven exhausted waves, trying to milk his cock. One more big thrust, and he let it do just that; shoved all the way to the hilt, he came with a roar, shooting jets of hot cum into her womb, feeling it expand as it was shoved up against his belly.
"Not so bad, see." he said, with a breathless laugh, rubbing her back as she clung to him. He could feel a wet spot on his shoulder, where she was drooling in post-orgasm bliss. Pushing off the rock they'd been leaning on, he carried her-- legs still wrapped around his waist-- to the edge of the pool, where he could see their reflection in the now-moonlit surface. "Look," he told her a second time, and she did.
In the pool's surface, she could clearly see herself stretched around the base of him, as trickles of cum pushed past their connection with the every tired pulse of her cunt, courtesy the tail-end of her orgasm.
There weren't any words, for awhile. Jehan softened and eventually slipped out of Tiyovni's stretched cunt with a spray of cum and a loud, lewd slurp. Cum spattered out against the rocks and into the sacred water of the pool. Still panting, Tiyovni let her legs fall to the ground and slid down the front of him, leaving a trail of their mixed fluids, and buried her face in his chest.
"You've ruined me." She said flatly into his chest, "Can't get married now. They'll know." And Jehan smirked to himself at the truth of this, his hands trailing down between her legs and sliding a finger into her pussy, still loose from the recent fucking. That was true; anyone could see now that she wasn't a virgin.
"Magistrate's concubine is a greater rank than you'd've ever married into." he answered with a chuckle.