I lounged on the edge of my massive four-poster bed, heart racing with anticipation, draped in scandalous Babydoll lingerie that screamed pure sin—Merol's kink made flesh.
Sheer black chiffon floated around me like a teasing veil, the barely-there spaghetti straps slipping off my narrow shoulders, plunging halter neckline framing my flat chest and perked nipples poking through the translucent fabric like needy buds.
The hem skimmed my upper thighs, ruffled lace trim fluttering with every breath, a matching black lace thong cradling my dainty pink cock and balls in a wicked strappy cage—thin ribbons digging into smooth skin, the back panel vanishing between my ass cheeks like an invitation.
Sheer thigh-high stockings clung to my long legs, garters snapping taut with every shift, black lace tops embroidered with tiny roses that itched erotically against my thighs.
Technically crossdressing, but fuck it—this fragile emperor body was built for it, golden hair loose and tousled down my back, emerald eyes smouldering in the candlelight.
If I couldn't break my virginity as a girl, I'll shatter it as a boy tonight. Finally! Yes, I can do this—Merol's cock owning me raw.
A firm knock echoed through the chamber.
"Come on in," I purred, voice husky, legs crossing to flash the lace.
Merol stepped inside, door clicking shut, and froze—hazel eyes widening behind spectacles, breath hitching as he drank me in—the way the babydoll whispered over my porcelain skin, nipples straining the chiffon, thong bulging with my hardening length, stockings shimmering like liquid night.
His breeches tented instantly, Adam's apple bobbing. Shock melted to hunger, but he managed words. "Your Majesty... do you have a crossdressing kink?"
I blushed crimson, cheeks hotter than the candles, but waved my hand imperiously—subtle telekinesis tugging him closer like an invisible leash until he loomed over the bed, inches away.
"It's you who has that kink!" I shot back, pouting up at him.
"What are you saying?" His voice roughened, gaze raking my body like fire.
"You dressed me in lingerie before—pink silk chemise, garters, the works. Doctor's advice, my ass."
He gave a blank look, then pinched my chin firmly between thumb and forefinger, tilting my face up—his touch electric, hazel eyes darkening to storm. "You look cute. Too fucking cute—like a porcelain doll begging to be ruined." His thumb brushed my swollen lower lip, parting it slightly.
"Merol..." I whimpered, thighs rubbing together, thong growing damp with precum.
"Your Majesty," he growled low, free hand trailing down my neck to toy with a strap, snapping it lightly against my shoulder, "finger yourself for me. Show me how desperate that greedy boyhole is—spread wide, make it sloppy."
Heat flooded me; I obeyed instantly, scooting back on satin sheets, knees falling wide to expose everything. Fingers trembling, I hooked the thong aside—revealing my tight, pink pucker, still tender from last night's fingering.
Sucking two digits deep in my mouth first—tongue swirling lewdly, coating them thick with saliva—I moaned around them, eyes locked on his. Popping free with strings of spit, I trailed them down, circling my entrance teasingly before shoving one in knuckle-deep.
The ring clenched hot and vise-tight, velvet walls sucking greedily; I pumped slowly, squelching wetly, free hand twisting a nipple through chiffon. "Like this... Merol? Watch my hole eat it—ngh!—so tight for you..."
A second finger joined, scissoring wide to stretch the fluttering grip, prostate sparking fireworks with every curl—"Ahh, fuck, feels so good"—saliva mixing with my slick to make obscene schlicks, thong soaked and tented obscenely.
I bounced lightly on the bed, babydoll fluttering, stockings whispering, golden hair whipping as I finger-fucked myself deeper, gasps turning obscener with each second.
"Gonna break my virginity tonight... your cock splitting me, breeding me full. Please..."
Merol's restraint snapped like a taut bowstring. "Fuck, Your Majesty—you're killing me," he rasped, voice husky and stumbling over itself, clumsy with raw need as he yanked his shirt off, revealing a toned chest.
His breeches hit the floor next; his cock sprang free—thick, veiny monster which is perfectly curved, precum beading at the slit. Hazel eyes devoured me behind fogged spectacles, clumsy fingers fumbling his belt buckle earlier like he'd never undressed so fast.
I whimpered from my fingered position—hole sloppy and winking—thong shoved aside, babydoll rucked up. "Merol, please... break me in."
"Shh—g-gonna take care of you," he husked awkwardly, climbing onto the bed, knees sinking into satin. His hands shook as he slicked his cock with spit—rough, eager—positioning the fat head at my stretched entrance. "You're so tiny... f-fuck, relax for me?" One hand gripped my gartered thigh, spreading me wider; the other guided in slow.
The breach burned—blunt head popping past my tight ring with a sting like fire, stretching virgin walls to their limit. "Ahh—hurts!" I gasped, nails digging his shoulders, legs trembling in stockings, golden hair splaying wild.
Merol froze, clumsy panic flashing—husky groan mixing with worry. "S-sorry! Too fast? Y-Your Majesty, I—shit, you're clenching so tight, feels like heaven but... d-do you want me to stop?" His forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged, cock twitching just inside.
"N-no... kiss me," I begged, emerald eyes watering.
He crashed his lips to mine—clumsy at first, teeth clacking, then deepening husky and desperate, tongue thrusting sloppy like he was starving.
"Mmm—better?" he mumbled against my mouth, thin stubble scraping sweetly. One hand tangled in my ribboned bun, pulling gently; the other rubbed my clit—no, my perked nipple through chiffon. "Gonna move now... t-tell me if it hurts, yeah? F-fuck, you're perfect..."
Pain ebbed to molten pleasure as he rocked deeper—inch by inch, prostate igniting fireworks. "Ngh—yes, like that!" I moaned into his kiss, heels digging his back.
"Good boy—s-so good for me," he grunted husky-clumsy, hips snapping firmer now, bed creaking. "Taking my cock... d-didn't think you'd feel this—ahh—wet andn tight..." Full hilted, balls slapping my ass, he pounded rhythmic—thong snapping with each thrust, babydoll bouncing, stockings laddering from friction. "Mine tonight... y-your first, right? F-fuck!"
I shattered first—cock spurting ropes across lace, hole spasming tightly around him. "Merol—cumming!"
He followed with a broken roar—"Y-Your Majesty!"—hot jets flooding my guts, hands clutching like I'd vanish.
Finally, I broke my virginity!