I guided her toward the bed, and she went willingly, her legs still trembling like jelly. But even as she moved, I could see her hands fidgeting with the hem of her bra, not out of nervousness this time, but raw, desperate anticipation. She kept glancing back at me over her shoulder with a hazy, half-lidded stare, a small, almost drunk smile on her swollen lips, like she couldn't quite believe this was happening.
When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she let herself fall onto it into a seated position, looking up at me with those glossy, pleading eyes, her chest rising and falling beneath the sheer white mesh.
"Lie back," I said.
She shook her head at once, a flash of stubbornness I had grown used to. "I want to be on top."
I raised an eyebrow. That definitely caught me off guard. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She reached for me, pulling me toward her. "I want to show you how serious I am."
There it was. That quiet resolve she had, the same one that made her walk into my estate and say what she said earlier. She wasn't going to let me take control of everything. Not completely.
And that was definitely better for me. It meant that whatever was going to happen, it was entirely of her own free will.
So I let her push me down onto the bed instead. I stretched out on my back, and she climbed over me, straddling my hips. Her thighs pressed against my sides, burning hot and wet with her own arousal.
The white mesh bra was still on, barely containing her bouncing breasts, and her thong was still pushed to the side, absolutely drenched through, a visible wet patch spreading across the fabric.
But then she hesitated.
Her hands rested on my chest, and I felt them tremble violently. But definitely not from exertion.
"Faye," I said quietly. "What's wrong?"
She looked down at me, and I saw it. The nerves she'd been hiding behind her boldness. Her lower lip caught between her teeth, and her brow furrowed.
"I've never..." she started, then stopped. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper crimson. "I mean, I've touched myself, obviously. You know that now. Since we went shopping. But I've never actually... with anyone. So I don't really know what I'm doing up here."
Her honesty hit me harder than I expected. Of course, I almost forgot she was a virgin. It was obvious, but hearing her say it, watching her admit it while she was straddling me, wearing lingerie I'd bought her, her glistening folds already pressed against my shaft...
It almost felt unreal.
"That's fine," I said, my hands finding her waist as I sat up, inches away from her face. "We'll go slow."
She shook her head again, that stubborn look returning. "No. I don't want to go slow. I've been thinking about this for so long. I've been dreaming about it. Touching myself until I cried because I wanted you so badly. I don't want to be careful anymore."
I wasn't even sure anymore whether her words were an exaggeration or if it was just the atmosphere getting to me.
She reached between us and wrapped her fingers around me, guiding the tip to her entrance. Her hand was shaking so badly she could barely aim. She was so obscenely wet that I slid against her easily, and she gasped, her hips twitching involuntarily.
"Easy," I said, my hands tightening on her waist.
"I know." She bit her lip, focusing. "I know."
But she didn't take it easy.
She lowered herself slowly. Just the tip at first, and her mouth fell open in a perfect O. Her nails dug into my chest, leaving red crescents as she took more of me, inch by agonizing inch. Her breath came in short, sharp, squeaking gasps, and I felt the resistance, the impossible tightness of her virgin body stretching around something it had never held before.
"Oh my god~!" she breathed, her voice cracking like glass. "You're so, fuck~! you're splitting me open—"
She stopped halfway, her whole body going rigid. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a small, pained squeal escaped her throat.
"It hurts a little," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her gaze fixed somewhere on my chest. "I didn't think it would... I mean, I read about it, but..."
"Hey." I reached up and cupped her face, turning her gaze back to mine. "We can do this slowly, or if you want..."
"No," she shook her head, that familiar stubbornness cutting through the fear. "I want this. I want you. I've waited too long to stop now. I want to be yours."
She took a breath, held it, and sank down the rest of the way in one desperate, reckless motion.
Her body seized up like she'd been zapped. A sharp, high-pitched cry left her lips, echoing off the walls, and her hands flew to my shoulders, gripping me so hard I knew there would be bruises. Her virgin walls clenched around me, tight and hot and almost too much, squeezing me like her body was trying to push me out and pull me deeper at the same time.
A thin trickle of blood mixed with her juices, trailing down my shaft, and she let out a shuddering gasp when she saw it.
She sat there for a moment, trembling uncontrollably, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Several tears slipped down her cheeks, and she wiped them away quickly, like she was embarrassed by them.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded frantically, her throat working. "Yeah. Yeah, just... give me a second. You're so deep. I can feel you in my stomach."
I waited, my thumbs rubbing small circles on her hips. Her breathing slowly steadied, and when she opened her eyes again, there was something fiercer in them. The vulnerability was still there, but she wasn't backing down. Her pupils were blown wide with lust.
She started to move.
Slow at first, rolling her hips in small, experimental circles. Her hands pressed flat against my chest for balance, and every time she rocked forward, a lewd, wet squelch echoed through the room. Every time she rocked back, a soft, uncertain squeal escaped her lips.
"Like this?" she asked, her voice small and breathy.
"Yeah. Just like that. You're doing perfect, Faye."
She found a rhythm, lifting herself up until only the swollen tip remained inside her, then sinking back down slowly, watching our bodies connect. Each time, her brow furrowed a little more, her lips parted a little wider. She was learning her own body in real time, figuring out exactly what made her toes curl.
"Cassian," she moaned. "I think... I think I like this. I like it so much. I can feel every inch of you."
Her thighs started to tremble violently. She sped up, her hips moving faster now, slamming against mine with a loud, wet smack each time.
"I can't believe I almost said no to this," she babbled between moans, a breathless, delirious laugh escaping her. "I almost told you I wasn't ready. Can you imagine? I would've been so stupid. I would've missed out on this. On you. On feeling so full."
I grabbed her hips, guiding her up and down like she was my personal toy. She bit her lip, her hands moving to her own chest, squeezing her breasts through the mesh, pinching her own nipples through the fabric. But even as she touched herself, she kept looking at me, checking my reaction.
It was obvious to me she was looking for assurance.
"You're doing good," I told her.
Her whole face lit up. Her arousal mixed with genuine blissful happiness. Her eyes sparkled with fresh tears of joy.
"I'm not going to last long," she admitted, her voice breaking into a high-pitched whine. "You feel too good, ah~! you're too big, and I've never... I didn't know it would feel like this... I didn't know I could feel this full..."
"Then don't hold back, Faye."
She didn't.
She rode me harder, faster, her thighs slapping against my hips with wet, obscene sounds that filled the entire room. Her tits bounced wildly beneath the flimsy mesh bra, threatening to spill out entirely.
Her eyes were on me the whole time, glassy and adoring, her mouth hanging open, drool starting to drip from the corner of her lips. Sweat beaded on her chest, on her stomach, making her skin look like it was glowing.
"I'm close," she gasped, like she couldn't believe it was happening. "I'm gonna cum, Cassian. I'm gonna cum so hard—"
"You don't need to ask permission."
That was all it took. Her body seized up, her back arching, and she screamed, a pleasured cry that came from somewhere primal. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, pulsing, and I felt a gush of her release flood out around me, soaking my thighs, dripping onto the bedsheet.
Her whole body convulsed, shaking violently, and for a second, she looked almost scared by the intensity of it, her eyes rolling back before fluttering shut. Her mouth stayed open in a silent scream.
She kept moving through it, even as her legs gave out, even as her sounds turned into broken, mewling whimpers.
"Your turn," she whispered, leaning close, her breath hot against my ear. Her hair falling around us. "Cum inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel you painting my womb. I want to be full of you."
Her dirty words flipped a switch.
I thrust up into her, once, twice, three times, burying myself completely, and then I was coming, shooting rope after rope of hot, thick cum deep inside her. She moaned lewdly at the feeling, her hips grinding down against mine, taking every last drop, milking me with her walls.
And when it was over, she collapsed on top of me, her face buried in my neck, completely tired.
We stayed like that for a while, and both of us were breathing hard, her body still twitching around me every few seconds, small aftershocks rippling through her.
"…That was," she started, then stopped, laughing softly and deliriously. "I don't even have words. My brain is mush."
"Yeah," I said, my hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "Me neither."
She lifted her head to look at me, and her eyes were different now. More certain, completely drunk on pleasure. She reached up and touched my face, her fingers tracing my jaw.
"I'm glad it was you," she said quietly, sincerely. "My first time. I'm glad it was you. I wouldn't have wanted anyone else. Ever."
And then she blushed furiously, like she hadn't meant to say something so honest and vulnerable, and buried her face in my neck again, hiding her embarrassment.
[Heroine Claimed]
[Reward Unlocked]
[Time Efficiency Bonus Given]
[Calculating...]
[??? Skill -> ??? Race]
[Rolling...]
[Incubus Path Unlocked (Romance Tree)]
[Optional Task Unlocked]
[Creampie 1/3 (Must be Completed During Current Session)]
[Reward: Skill Point (Romance Tree)]