Chapter 46: Volume 1- [ - 47 ]
‘He is inside her. His cock is — I can see it — going in — the blood — she is bleeding — it is her first — and he is — his mouth is on hers — he is kissing her while he — she is crying and he is kissing her and I am watching and I am touching myself and I—’
I fucked Sera slowly. Gently. The rhythm I set was deliberate — deep strokes that pushed to her cervix and withdrew, each thrust opening her a little more, each withdrawal leaving her emptier than before. Her walls adapted — the tightness easing by fractions, the wetness increasing, the blood mixing with her arousal until the fluid that coated my shaft was pink and frothy.
Then I pulled out. Turned her over. Doggy style — her hips raised, her face in the pillow, her back arched, her ass presented. I entered her from behind, and the angle was different — deeper, the head driving against her front wall, the pressure on her cervix more direct. She screamed into the pillow.
“MMMMMPH — HMMMGH — AHHHNGH—!!”
I held her hips. Pounded. The pace increased — from slow to moderate, from moderate to fast, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room:
PAH! PAH! PHACK! PAH!
Her ass rippled with each impact — the flesh compressing, rebounding, the cheeks flattening under the force of my thrusts and springing back. Her arousal meter climbed: 85, 87, 89. The pain was becoming something else. The line between the two was dissolving.
‘His cock — so deep — I can feel it — in my stomach — no, lower — my womb — he is hitting — every time — the same spot — it makes my vision — white — and the pain is — it is not pain anymore — I do not know what it is — but I do not want him to stop—’
I came. Slamming deep, my cock buried to the root — seven inches, the most her virgin pussy could take — and the climax erupted, thick, hot, flooding her insides. She screamed. Her walls clamped around me, the orgasm triggered by the heat and the fullness, and her pussy gushed — clear fluid mixing with the cum and the blood in a mess that soaked the sheets beneath us.
I pulled out. Slapped her ass. The sound was sharp, the flesh reddening instantly. She gasped.
“Now you are my woman,” I said.
Lira stared. Her sister, face-down in the pillow, her ass in the air, her pussy leaking cum and blood, was — according to this man — his woman. The jealousy hit her before the horror did.
‘He — he came inside her. He claimed her. She is his now. And I — I am still — I have not—’
She looked at me. Her eyes — wide, wet, hungry — found mine.
“Is it my turn?” she whispered, and the question was the most honest thing she had ever said.
I grabbed her. Flipped her onto her back. She was lighter, softer, her body yielding beneath me. I lifted her hips — propping them on a pillow, angling her pussy upward — and positioned my cock at her entrance.
“Wait — my lord — I—’
I slammed.
One thrust. Full. Seven inches in a single, brutal stroke that tore through her hymen like paper and buried itself in her virgin channel. Lira screamed — a raw, throat-shredding sound that was muffled by the blanket she had bitten down on.
“AAAMMMPH—!!”
‘He did not — he did not go slow — he just — one thrust — it is inside — all of it — I can feel it — tearing — my—’
Her walls were tighter than Sera’s. Tighter than any woman I had been with — the combination of virginity and her softer, fuller body creating a grip that was almost painful. I did not care. I fucked her. Hard.
The pace was nothing like what I had given Sera — no gentleness, no slow strokes, no careful opening. This was a claiming. My hips drove forward with the relentless, mechanical force of a piston, each thrust slamming my cock to her cervix, each withdrawal pulling a wet, sucking sound from her gripping walls.
“HAAANGH — HIIIEENGH — STOP — PLEASE — SLOW DOWN — YOU WERE — YOU WERE GENTLE WITH — WITH SERA — WHY — AAAANGH—!!”
‘Why is he — why is he so rough — with me — he was gentle with Sera — he kissed her — he held her — but me — he is — he is pounding me — like — like I am — like a—’
Her internal voice broke. The pain was real — her walls were being stretched past their limit, the friction burning, the cervix taking impact after impact. But beneath the pain, her arousal meter was climbing — 80, 83, 86 — because the body does not distinguish between pain and pleasure when the nerves are overloaded, when the stimulation is so intense that the brain stops categorizing and simply feels.
I fucked her for half an hour. Changed positions — flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, drove into her from behind while pressing her face into the mattress. Then onto her side, one leg held high, the angle opening her fully, the head of my cock hammering her cervix with each stroke.
“AAAAANGH — PLEASE — MY LORD — IT HURTS — IT HURTS — BUT — I — I CANNOT — MY BODY IS—’
I came inside her. The climax was explosive — the Viagra ensuring volume and duration that should not have been possible — and Lira’s body seized, her back arching, her pussy clamping, her arousal meter hitting 97 as the orgasm tore through her.
I pulled out. My cock was still hard. The Viagra was a chemical promise that would not break.
I lay on my back. Looked at the sisters — Sera on her left side, Lira on her right, both trembling, both leaking cum and blood from their swollen pussies. Both looking at my cock.
“Scissor,” I said.
They did not understand. I showed them — positioning Lira on her back, her legs spread, then guiding Sera on top of her, their legs intertwined, their pussies — wet, swollen, dripping — pressed together. I knelt between their thighs. My cock found Sera’s entrance. Pushed in. Five strokes. Pulled out. Found Lira’s entrance. Pushed in. Five strokes. Pulled out. Back to Sera. Back to Lira.
Both sisters screamed. Their faces were inches apart — Sera above, Lira below, their eyes meeting, their mouths open, their moans intermingling.
‘I can see her face — she is — she is feeling the same thing — the same cock — going from me to her — from her to me — I can feel when he enters her because the bed moves and her face changes and then he pulls out of her and comes back to me and I—’
‘Her face is right there — she is looking at me — I cannot look away — we are — our pussies are touching — I can feel her — her wetness — her heat — and his cock going between us — like we are — like we are one—’
They could not look at each other. But they could not look away. The embarrassment and the intimacy and the pleasure and the shame were braided together so tightly that separating them was impossible.
They were being fucked together, as a unit, and the shared experience was creating something that neither of them could have anticipated — not love, not sisterhood, but a bond of flesh that was deeper than blood.
I fucked them both.