The tip of his cock pressed against the ring of resistance. It was tight—impossibly, virgin-tight. Nurse Joy's eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow, a low whine escaping her throat as she felt the intrusion begin.
"Relax," Kian grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he held himself back from simply tearing through her. "Breathe, Joy. Take me in."
He pushed.
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he forced his way inside. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them. For Kian, it was like sheathing himself in hot, wet velvet that gripped him with a desperation he had never felt. For Joy, it was a feeling of being filled, stretched, and claimed.
"Ah! It's... too big!" she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"No, it fits," Kian whispered. "You were made for this."
With one final, deliberate shove, he breached the final barrier and buried himself to the hilt.
"Ohhh!!"
Joy's scream was muffled as she bit her own lip. Her body went rigid, her inner walls clamping down on him in a spasm of shock and pleasure. Kian stopped, resting his weight on his forearms, letting her adjust to the sheer fullness of having him inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, connected, breathing the same air. Kian looked down at their joined hips. Seeing his tan skin against her pale thighs, buried deep inside the woman who was the symbol of purity for the entire region, sent a surge of dark power through his veins.
"Look at you," Kian murmured, leaning down to lick the sweat from her neck. "Full of your Master."
Joy sobbed, but it wasn't from pain anymore. The friction was starting to burn in the best way. "I... I can feel you... inside my stomach... deep..."
"I'm just getting started."
Kian began to move. He pulled back almost all the way, leaving just the head inside, before sliding back in with a long, smooth stroke.
Schlick.
The sound of their wetness meeting was lewd in the quiet room.
He kept the pace slow, deliberate. Thrust. Drag. Thrust. He was teaching her body the rhythm of sex, molding her tightness to accommodate his size. With every stroke, he hit a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl and her breath hitch.
"Kian... Kian...!" Joy moaned, her head tossing back. Her breasts, heavy and pale, swayed with the motion.
Kian watched them, mesmerized. As he picked up the speed, transitioning from slow instruction to primal use, her breasts began to bounce. The soft white flesh jumped and quivered with every impact of his hips against hers, the hardened nipples dancing in the air.
"That's it," Kian growled. "Bounce for me."
He unlocked one hand from the mattress and reached around her hip. He grabbed a handful of her soft ass cheek, pulling it spread to allow deeper access.
Smack.
He brought his hand down hard on her other cheek.
"Ah!" Joy gasped, her eyes snapping open, hazy with lust.
Smack.
He hit her again, harder. The sting on her ass mixed with the pleasure in her womb, creating a sensory overload that shattered her mind.
"You like that?" Kian demanded, driving into her harder now. Thrust. Smack. Thrust. Smack. "You like being disciplined while I fuck you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Joy screamed, abandoning all shame. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, locking him in. "Spank me! Use me! I'm your slut!"
Kian lost it. The sight of the prim and proper nurse begging for degradation broke his control. He stopped pacing himself. He started pounding her.
He drove into her with animalistic force, his hips blurring. The bed frame creaked violently, slamming against the wall. Joy was screaming now, raw, guttural cries of ecstasy as Kian hammered her cervix.
"Oh god! Oh god! It's hitting! It's hitting!"
Her body began to convulse. Her inner walls fluttered, clamping down on his shaft like a milking machine. She was climaxing, her entire body seizing up, her back arching off the mattress.
"Take it!" Kian roared.
He grabbed her hips, bruising the skin, and drove himself as deep as he could go—anchoring himself in her womb.
"Fuuuck!"
Kian threw his head back, his neck cords straining. He erupted.
Hot, thick ropes of seed shot out of him, flooding her tight, virgin passage. He poured himself into her, wave after wave, filling her completely. Joy shrieked, her orgasm peaking at the exact moment she felt his warmth flooding her insides.
He held her there, grinding his hips against hers to ensure every last drop was deposited exactly where it belonged.
Slowly, the trembling stopped. The room fell silent, save for their ragged, harsh breathing.
Kian collapsed forward, his weight pinning her to the mattress. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. Joy lay beneath him, her limbs splayed, her eyes rolled back, a messy, beautiful ruin.
She was exhausted. Broken. And completely, utterly satisfied.