"Aaand…that's the last one!"

Robin set down the stack of tomes with a deep sigh and a wipe of her sweaty brow. Her usual top strained against her mature bosom as she stretched up and winced at the obvious pops. "Oof…Frederick would have my head if he knew I was slacking. Thanks for the help, Donnel," she praised her young, bumpkin, hired hand.

"Shucks, Robin - was my pleasure," the pot-headed lad chuckled while he shook his hair out before he re-applied his makeshift cap. "That shelf is pretty heavy, though," he noted as he stretched his arm to the side.

"Mmm, it is…holds a lot of books, you know," the tactician mused while she openly ogled the young, but very very fit village boy. The brainy, busty woman laid out against her desk as she pushed her arms back and let her chest hang out. "It's also sturdy - doesn't get moved around so quickly," she praised it as her eyes fluttered between the heavy shelf and the young Shepherd in her new office.

Donnel didn't seem to notice her leading words and lingering glances as he smiled and nodded. "Yes, ma'am -I can see that. You gonna need a hand getting those books on there?" he massaged his bulging, sweaty muscles.

"Mmm, in a bit," Robin waved it away as she tried not to openly lick her lips at the sight. Her thighs squirmed and rubbed before she rose to her feet as her rather tiny skirt struggled to cover her voluptuous body. "In the meantime, I want to be sure how sturdy this thing really is," she explained as she strolled over to the large, heavy bookcase.

Donnel watched the mature tactician bend forward and expose her tiny thong - a sight he'd remarkably missed in this whole time with her, but was blind to no longer. Satisfied she had his attention, Robin rolled her hips as her nails ran over the shelves. She looked back with hunger clear in her oft wise and warm eyes. "Want to test that with me, Donny~?" she licked her lips…

The next few minutes were passed in the blink of an eye and soon found the villager with his hands squeezed around the tactician's shapely hips as he pounded her wet pussy again and again. Robin shuddered as she gripped the bookshelf for dear life while she hunched down just enough to give her shorter stud the most space to pump his shaft through her tight velvet folds. Each thrust made her breasts bounce in her top until one of them managed to flop out of her collar and flailed about freely.

"Oh! Oh! O-Oooooh!" Robin shuddered and moaned openly as she greedily drove her hips back. The rigors on her body from earlier seemed to be forsaken as arousal and adrenaline filled the gap in her strength. Donnel himself seemed barely fazed from one labor to the next as his hard, long shaft plowed the amnesiac woman's fertile fields with great gusto and relish. Sharp, rhythmic claps rattled in his ears courtesy of her globulous cheeks that rippled and slammed onto his crotch with every stroke.

"R-Robin, it feels so…so good," the villager panted out as he squeezed her hips. His appraisal made her cheeks tint pink while ignoble drool leaked out the sides of her mouth. She turned over her shoulder and just barely got a peek of the boy - no, man- who had wrapped his arms all the way around her waist and pressed his chest against her back. All so that he could plow her supple, shapely body with enough vigor and vim to leave him on his toe tips.

The sight behind her made her heart skip a beat while she shifted down a little more to give his feet room to plant. How she only wished he was just tall enough for her to taste those succulent lips…but alas. Her nails dug into the shelf while she struggled to endure his renewed thrusts that ravaged her body and left her a sweaty, shaking mess.

"Mmmm, that's it Donnel - keep doing that," Robin panted and begged him. Her hips undulated and shook in encouragement of his actions while her knees shook and buckled. Each swift thrust and every deep stroke made her toes curl into the carpet as tingles of delight ran up her spine. Her back arched out as the exposed tit rubbed over the sweat-slick edge of her top and further stimulated her shapely, sensitive body. "O-Oooh yes- fuck this naughty, shameful tactician," she begged and mewled.

Her desperate, decadent words made the humble young man wince as his cock throbbed in her pussy. Somehow he managed to focus beyond her tight velvet trap as he tried to grunt out, "Y-You planned this?"

"Heh, maa-maybe," she chuckled and licked her lips. Her hand reached up and tweaked her exposed nipple for just an extra amount of stimulation. Her lips parted as a sultry, seductive coo passed her lips before she licked them with her tongue and grinned. "P-P-Perhaps you should keep going and find out," she told him.

Goaded him.

Donnel groaned as his body responded to her advances even if his head was too muddled too. Muscles earned from countless hours of fighting, training, and marching rippled under his sweat-slick skin as he drilled the mischievous, mature maiden with a fury possessed. His demeanor shift made her shudder and gasp as she groped at the shelf for support against the ravages on her body. No more words could pass her lips over the endless myriad of mewls and moans as the ministrations overwhelmed her.

"E-Eyaaah!"

Robin's eyes rolled back as she plunged head-first into the orgasmic void. Her pussy lips squeezed down around Donnel's dick while he tried to consistently and relentlessly fuck her. It was a bold testament to his remarkable growth that he actually managed to do just that, and continued to thrust in and out as the busty tactician rolled through her euphoria.

"Ngh! Ngh! A-AAAH!"

A sudden thrust knocked the woman out of her climax and back to reality in her newly furnished office. The ramifications of her seduction smacked her literally in the ass while she felt 'Donny' knuckles dig into her hips. She tipped her head back as her eyes continued to stay rolled up while her tongue flopped out freely. It was far from the standard of dignity she oft professed in the war room or on the battlefield…and she loved every second of it.

G-Gods, more - MORE!" She demanded as she put all her strength into her recoil. Against Donnel's strength, she had virtually no chance, but her mind was already mush by now. All she had was the physical - the primal - need that drove her far past the limits of her body. Already she felt herself straddled against the orgasmic edge again as spasms of pleasure ravaged her arched spine.

So close…so, so close.

R-Robin, I'm-!"

Crack!

"H-huh?"

Robin blinked out of her cross-eyed climax while her womb was stuffed to the brim in bumpkin baby batter. The warm sensations that sloshed inside her made her shudder as she tried to process what had just happened. Her hands shifted against the shelves and found quite a bit more giveaway than the once-sturdy boards had allowed. The constant weight on her back from Donnel's body caused her to bend forward closer against the bookshelf.

Eeeeeerk

The Tactician thought quickly and released the shelf before it crumpled to pieces and fell down before her. Her hands flew up and seized the shelf above, only to find that it similarly bent and buckled at her touch. The sudden shift in grasp shook Donnel off her back and pushed his softening cock out of her pussy. One final hot shot of cum fired over her ass in seeming retaliation.

"Whew, that was some…thing?" the villager blinked and squinted his eyes as he watched Robin's plight. His eyes traced up past her sex-stricken, trembling body at an obvious issue that had made itself apparent. "Well, shoot - we went a split right through her! Are you sure this was gonna hold those tomes of yours, Robin?"

The Tactician said nothing as she glowered at the obvious, hairline fracture that had split from the top down to the bottom along the back and across the top two shelves. She ignored the already-broken one below her fingers as her hands shifted the one ready to give way at any second. The only thing on her mind was the various, clearly empty promises offered by a redhead she both recognized, but personally didn't know.

"Tch, Anna…" she growled.