Chapter 71: Volume 1- [ - 72 ]
Her arousal hit ninety-nine.
I pulled back. Looked at her — flushed, tear-streaked, her breasts heaving, her nipples wet and swollen, her body trembling with the need for something she did not know how to ask for.
I pulled her trousers down. Her pants — the military-style trousers she wore beneath her armor — came away with a tug, revealing her underwear. White. Practical. Soaked.
I removed them. Her pussy was visible — blonde hair, neatly trimmed, the lips swollen, the slit glistening with arousal. The Pleasure Mapping highlighted her clitoris — a small, rigid pearl at the top of the slit, glowing in my vision.
I leaned down. Kissed it.
“AAAAAANGH—!!”
The sound was a scream. Her entire body convulsed, her hips bucking upward, her hands flying to my head, her thighs clamping around my ears. The Touch Amplification had turned a simple kiss into a detonation.
I licked. The Tongue Mastery — full conscious control of every muscle, every movement, every millimeter of contact — found the spots that the Pleasure Mapping had identified. The left side of her clitoris, where the nerve density was highest. The hood, where the sensitivity peaked. The entrance, where the wetness gathered.
“NO — PLEASE — HAAANGH — what is — my body — I cannot — stop — I cannot stop — it is—”
[ Cunnilingus (Heroine-tier: Seraphine Durnheim) — 200 pts ]
Two hundred points. And the meter was still running.
I licked her through her orgasm. The first one — the climax that had been building since the first kiss, since the first touch, since the pheromone aura wrapped around her — hit her like a wave. Her body arched off the bed, her thighs crushing my head, her pussy gushing, the clear fluid spraying across my chin and onto the sheets.
“KUAAAAAANGH — HIIIIEENGH — I AM — SOMETHING IS — HAPPENING — I CANNOT—”
She came. Hard. The orgasm tore through her, the enhanced sensitivity making every spasm a detonation, every contraction a firework.
I did not stop. The Tongue Mastery continued, the rhythm adjusted to her contractions, the stimulation maintained through the orgasm and into the afterglow, where the sensitivity peaked and the body became a live wire.
“NO — PLEASE — TOO MUCH — I CANNOT — HAAANGH—”
I pulled away. Stood. Removed my clothes — the shirt, the trousers, the smallclothes. My cock emerged — ten inches, hard, the head crimson, the shaft veined, the balls heavy.
She stared at it. The same cock she had seen through the trees. The same cock that Elwen had taken in her mouth. Here. In front of her face. Hard and ready and hers.
“I love you,” I said, and the words were a weapon, aimed at the weakest point in her fortress — the loneliness, the isolation, the years of being a wall and never being held.
She trembled. “No — do not — you do not — you cannot—”
I kissed her. She tasted herself on my lips, and the flavor — the salt, the musk, the evidence of her own arousal — broke something in her. Her arms came around my neck. She kissed me back.
I positioned my cock against her pussy. The head pressed against the entrance — wet, swollen, yielding but resistant. The hymen was there. I could feel it — the thin barrier of tissue, the last defense.
I pushed.
The head entered. One inch. Two. The hymen stretched.
“AAAAH — it hurts — please — slow—”
I kissed her. Swallowed the scream. Pushed deeper.
The hymen tore. Blood — thin, bright — ran from her pussy, staining my cock, staining the sheets. She screamed into my mouth, her body going rigid, her nails digging into my back.
[ Virgin defloration (Heroine-tier: Seraphine Durnheim) — 500 pts ]
[ Virgin’s Gift multiplier — ×2 — Total: 1,000 pts ]
One thousand points. For breaking her hymen. The Virgin’s Gift — the skill I had purchased for one hundred points — had doubled the reward.
I was at three thousand one hundred and five points.
I fucked her. Slowly — the way the narrative demanded, the way the romance required, the way a first time should be. Deep, grinding strokes that pushed to her cervix and withdrew, each thrust a lesson, each withdrawal a loss.
“HAANGH — HIIIIEENGH — my lord — it is — it hurts — but — I can feel — it is changing — the pain is — becoming — I do not know — what—”
The Touch Amplification made every point of contact between our bodies a nexus of sensation. The Pheromone Aura kept her arousal at the boiling point. The Pleasure Mapping guided my hands to the places that made her gasp.
I increased the pace. From slow to moderate. From moderate to deep. The mating press — her legs over my shoulders, her knees by her ears, my weight pressing her into the mattress — the position that allowed the deepest penetration, the head of my cock hammering her cervix with each thrust.
“AAAAANGH — PLEASE — TOO DEEP — YOU ARE — MY — INSIDES — I CAN FEEL — IN MY — STOMACH—”
PAH! PAH! PAH! PHACK!
The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. The bed creaked. The headboard hit the wall. Her breasts — the pink nipples, stiff and raw — pressed against my chest, the friction of the skin adding another layer of sensation.
I came. The orgasm was deep, sustained, the semen pouring into her in thick, hot ropes that painted her womb white. She screamed — the climax triggered by the heat and the fullness — and her body convulsed beneath me, her pussy clamping, her walls milking, her arousal meter hitting one hundred.
[ Creampie (Heroine-tier: Seraphine Durnheim) — 400 pts ]
[ Simultaneous orgasm bonus — ×1.5 — Total: 600 pts ]
The system chimed. Again. Again. The points poured in.
I pulled out. My cock — still hard, the refractory period eliminated by the Stamina Surge skill — slid free with a wet, sucking sound. The cum — thick, white — followed, running from her pussy in a slow, continuous trickle.
She trembled. Looked down. Between her breasts, past the flat of her stomach, to the junction of her thighs, where my cock — still hard, still thick, still ready — hung between us.
“It is still — you are still—” Her eyes widened. “How? No — wait — I thought those things cannot—”
I spread her legs. Used my thumbs to part her pussy lips. The cum — thick, opalescent — pooled at the entrance, the mixture of my seed and her arousal and her blood creating a fluid that was both beautiful and obscene.
She covered her face. “Please do not look at it.”
“You earned it,” I said. “Right here. Inside you.”
I let the silence hold. Let her think I was done. Let her body relax, the tension draining, the assumption of completion settling over her like a blanket.
Then my cock slapped against her thigh.
She looked down. Her eyes went wide. My cock — nine inches, hard, the head swollen and crimson — stood between us, rigid, ready, the stamina and the skills and the system ensuring that the night was not over.
“Not yet,” I said.
I slammed.
“AAAAAANGH—!!”
The scream was louder this time — the surprise, the depth, the fullness hitting her before she could prepare. I grabbed both her wrists, pinning them above her head, my pelvis grinding against hers, my cock buried to the root.
Her breasts pressed against my biceps, the nipples mashing against the muscle, the contact sending sparks through her enhanced nerves. I started to fuck. Not slow. Not gentle. The first time had been the courtship — the kisses, the whispers, the ‘I love you’. This was the claiming.
“Wait — wait — you are too fast — HAAANGH — please — slow—”
“Come on,” I said, my voice rough, the rhythm increasing. “Are we not lovers now? Let us love like them.”
PAH! PAH! PAH! PHACK!
“I want to show you,” I thrust, “how much,” thrust, “I love,” thrust, “you.”