Chapter 90: The Weight of Necessity [2] [R-18 Contents!]

“HaaaAHHN!” With a sudden, sharp cry, she came, her pussy clenching hard around my fingers as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her hand fell away from her mouth, unable to contain the sound, and her cry echoed in the locker room.

Her hips bucked against my hand, her juices flooding over my fingers, hot and slick, as her orgasm tore through her. She covered her face with both hands now, sobbing softly—not from pain, but from the intensity, the guilt, the relief of release.

I slowed my movements, easing her through the aftershocks, my fingers still inside her but no longer thrusting. “You’re okay,” I murmured, my free hand resting on her thigh, stroking gently to ground her. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving under the sweat-soaked tank top, and I could see the flush across her cheeks, the way her body trembled in the aftermath. The dark veins on her arm seemed to fade slightly, maybe because her body had better to do than fighting back the Infection currently…

Cindy lowered her hands, her eyes meeting mine, hazy with emotion. “I… I didn’t want to like it,” she whispered, her voice thick with shame. “I shouldn’t have… not with you, not when—” She cut herself off, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I know,” I said, my own voice heavy. “This isn’t about us. It’s about keeping you alive. Christopher knows that.” The words felt hollow, even if they were true. This would break something between them, between all of us, but it was the only way. I withdrew my fingers slowly, her pussy still quivering, and wiped them on my shirt, trying to give her some dignity in this impossible moment.

I shifted closer, my hand resting on her hip now, keeping her steady. “We need to keep going,” I said gently. “To make sure the virus takes. Are you ready?” She nodded, barely, her eyes still wet but serious.

I shifted closer, my hand steady on Cindy’s hip, feeling how badly she was trembling. “We need to keep going,” I said softly, though my own chest felt tight, my voice rough with the weight of what I was about to ask of her. “To make sure the virus takes. Are you ready?”

She hesitated, breath hitching, tears still clinging to her lashes. Then, slowly, she gave the smallest nod, a tiny gesture of resolve in the middle of her shaking.

I rose to my feet, every movement deliberate, and pushed my pants down. The sound of the zipper rasping open seemed too loud in the tense quiet. My cock sprang free, stiff and pulsing, the urgency of the moment carved into every vein along its length. Cindy’s eyes widened when she saw it, her breath catching in her throat. Her face drained of color, then flushed violently as she turned her head away, staring fixedly upward, hands fisting in the jackets as though to anchor herself to reality.

She gasped, a quick, strangled sound, and I saw her knuckles go white.

“Cindy,” I murmured, kneeling back down beside her, not wanting to tower over her fear. I placed my palms on her thighs, warmly. “I know this is too much. Just breathe with me, okay? In… out…”

She didn’t answer. Her chest heaved with shallow, erratic breaths, and fresh tears slipped down the corners of her face. Her lips trembled, a silent denial quivering on her tongue, but she bit it back.

I hated what I was about to do, hated that necessity forced this moment, but stopping wasn’t an option.

“I’m going to go slow,” I whispered, my thumb brushing the inside of her thigh, the skin hot beneath my touch. My other hand wrapped around my cock, stroking once, keeping it hard, a bead of pre-cum already gathering at the tip. I guided myself downward, brushing the swollen head against her folds. She flinched at the contact, hips twitching, her thighs tensing against my grip, but she didn’t pull away.

Her wetness was still there from before, a betrayal of her body, glistening against me as I rubbed myself lightly along her slit. Each pass drew a faint, involuntary whimper from her lips, muffled as she tried to swallow it back.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered into the dim air, my forehead bowing toward her. “I know this isn’t how you imagined it.”

The tip pressed to her entrance, snug and resistant. Her whole body tightened, trembling like a bowstring. She turned her face away further, sobbing softly into her hand.

“Cindy, we have to do this,” I said, more to comfort myself than her. “It’s the only way to save you.”

She gave another jerky nod. “Do it…”

I pushed.

The tight heat of her pussy closed around me like a vice, and Cindy cried out immediately, a sharp, anguished cry that echoed harshly off the tiled walls.

“Haaa—nnnAAHHhnn! S…stop! Please, Ryan, it hurts—I can’t—”

Her voice splintered into sobs, both hands flying to her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. The tip of my cock had barely breached her, the barrier of her virginity holding like fragile glass, and guilt threatened to crush me.

But if I stopped now, everything we’d done would be for nothing.

“I have to keep going,” I said, focusing on the act.

I pressed forward again, slower, my hands stroking up and down her trembling thighs, grounding her as she sobbed beneath me. Inch by inch I slid inside, until the moment her hymen gave. The barrier tore with a sickening resistance, and Cindy’s scream tore the air apart.

“HaaahhhAAHHhnnn! Ohhh God, it hurts—!”

Her back arched off the jackets, her body bowing upward, her pussy clenching unbearably tight around me. I froze, buried only a few inches deep, her heat wrapping me. My hands roamed her thighs, stroking, whispering her name again and again, trying to soothe.

Her sobs broke into hiccupped breaths. “I… I wanted my first time to be with Christopher,” she whimpered behind her hands, the words muffled and broken. The sound gutted me. I dropped my head against her knee, my own eyes squeezing shut.

Damn it…

When I knew I could cure women this had always been my greatest fear. That one day I might have to break a couple. I thought I had escaped until now but eventually it happened.

I stayed still until her trembling eased, until her sobs turned into shaky breaths. Then, carefully, I pulled back and pressed forward again. Her tight walls dragged around me, her body still resisting, but slick with the wetness of her earlier climax. I moved shallowly at first, letting her adjust, whispering to her with every thrust.

Her cries filled the room, each motion drawing another ragged moan. “Haannnhnn… hnnnghhh… ohhh, it… it hhhurts—”

Her hands covered her face, but the sound couldn’t be hidden. I cupped one of her breasts gently through her damp tank top, rubbing my thumb over her stiff nipple. Her body flinched at the touch, but her back arched a little more.

I was sorry to do that but I wanted quickly to shift the pain she was feeling at least into pleasure.

“Focus on me,” I whispered, my hand sliding up her ribs, stroking warmth into her trembling body. “It’ll get better.”

It did. Slowly, her sobs dulled into cries that carried a different edge. The pain bled into something else, her moans shifting pitch. “Haaan—haaah… oooohhh—”

Her pussy relaxed by degrees, clenching around me in a rhythm that matched my thrusts. Her hands slipped away from her face, clutching the fabric beneath her instead, her fingers digging in as if she could anchor herself against the flood of sensation.

I angled my hips and felt her jolt when I brushed the spot inside her.

Her eyes flew open, glazed with tears and disbelief. A cry escaped her lips, high-pitched and desperate, “Haaah! Haaa—nnhhhh!”

Her hips lifted faintly toward me.

I fucked her slowly, then a little deeper, savoring despite my mind begged not to, the way her pussy squeezed me. Every thrust filled the locker room with the wet slap of skin against skin, the air rich with the smell of sex and sweat.

“I’m so sorry, Cindy,” I groaned into her ear, my forehead pressing against her temple. My hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as I thrust into her.

She moaned openly now, though shame still broke her voice. “Nnnnhhhhhh… ohhhhhh Goddd…R..Ryan…” Her tears streaked across her cheeks, mingling pain with pleasure.

The sound of her moans undid me, my rhythm faltering as my cock pulsed harder inside her. She clung to me, thighs trembling, her pussy convulsing as if torn between agony and need.

“Cindy… I’m close,” I panted, my thrusts harder now, the wet slap echoing louder, faster. “We need to finish this…”

She sobbed, nodding blindly, her nails digging into my shoulders as her cries grew frantic. “Haaaaan—nnnnghhhhh—ohhhhhh!”

I thrust deep, burying myself to the hilt. My cock throbbed violently as release ripped through me.

“Uhhhhnnnnnn—hhhhhfffhhh!”

My seed poured into her in hot, urgent spurts, filling her womb, the strain of the Dullahan virus flowing with it. Cindy cried out with me, her body convulsing in climax, her pussy tightening around me in pulsing waves.

Her moan was raw of the release and broken by sobs—”Haaahhhhhhhnnnnnnnghhhhh! AHHhhhhhhnnnn!”—and she clung to me like she was drowning, riding out the shattering orgasm as her body betrayed her one last time.

I stayed buried inside her, shaking, until the last tremors passed. Then I collapsed over her, careful not to crush her, my breath rasping against her damp skin. Her sobs softened, her chest heaving as the fever began to break. Already, the dark veins on her arm faded, retreating, her body surrendering to survival.

Only then did I pull out, wincing at her soft whimper as my cock slipped free, leaving a sticky trail of cum mingled with blood spilling onto the jackets beneath us. She curled in on herself, covering her eyes again, her whole body trembling.

It was finally over, we did it.

Cindy was cured.

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