Chapter 73: Popping Cherry [18+]

“Sir…. Alex! Stop! I’m going to… it’s too much!” she babbled wildly, her thighs clamping tightly around my head, trying to pull me deeper even as she begged me to stop.

I slid two fingers inside her wet entrance, slicking them with her own juices. She was incredibly tight, her internal muscles spasming and milking my digits the moment I entered her. I curled my fingers upward, gently stretching her, mimicking the rhythm of my tongue.

“You’re so wet for me, Emma,” I praised against her dripping folds.

“Please,” she begged, looking down at me with glazed, desperate golden eyes. Her chest heaved, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs. “I’m ready. I don’t want your fingers anymore. I want you.”

I pulled back from her dripping center and knelt between her pale, trembling thighs.

I unbuckled my trousers completely, kicking them off the bed. My fully engorged cock sprang free, throbbing in the cool night air, aching for release after the high-stress mana training and the intense buildup.

I gripped Emma’s delicate hips. She was so incredibly petite, her waist small enough that my hands almost wrapped entirely around her. I lifted her up slightly, pulling her down toward the edge of the mattress, and aligned the thick purple head of my shaft with her slick, tight entrance.

“Look at me, Emma,” I whispered.

Our eyes locked. The golden irises were completely dilated, swimming with a terrifying, beautiful mixture of obsessive love and raw lust.

I slowly lowered her hips down onto me.

“Ah! Wait—!”

As the broad head of my dick pressed into her, the extreme, untouched tightness of her virgin passage gripped me like a vice. Emma gasped, her arms flying up to wrap around my neck. Her fingernails dug painfully into my shoulders. She let out a sharp, stuttering squeak, her small body tensing up in a mix of shock and sharp, unfamiliar pain.

As I pushed barely an inch inside, I felt the distinct, firm resistance blocking my path. Her hymen.

I stopped moving instantly, holding her securely by the waist so she wouldn’t instinctively try to jerk away and hurt herself.

“Emma,” I said gently, looking up into her tear-filled eyes. “There’s a barrier. It’s going to hurt when I push through. Are you sure you want this right now?”

Emma met my eyes. A single tear rolled down her flushed cheek, but the hesitation completely vanished from her expression. In its place, that terrifying, beautiful yandere devotion flared to life like a supernova. The pain didn’t matter to her; being permanently, physically marked as mine was the only thing that mattered in her universe.

She nodded frantically, her soft, fluffy blonde hair bouncing.

“Please, Sir Alex. Break it,” she whimpered, pulling my head down to kiss me desperately. “Claim me. Make me yours so I never have to let you go.”

I took a deep breath, gripped her small buttocks—firm, perky, and incredibly soft in my palms—and thrust my hips upward in one swift, decisive motion.

Riiip.

“KYYYAAAA!”

Emma screamed, burying her face into the crook of my neck. Her teeth bit down hard on my collarbone to muffle her cries of pain. Her inner walls clamped down on my dick with agonizing, scalding force as I buried myself to the hilt.

I felt the warm, metallic slickness of her virgin blood seeping from her pussy, mixing with her heavy arousal and coating my shaft.

“Shhh, I know, I know,” I soothed her, wrapping my arms tightly around her bare back and rocking her gently without pulling out. I kissed her temple, letting her ride out the shock. “You did perfectly, my angel. You’re completely mine now.”

We stayed locked together for several minutes. I let the searing heat of her tight sheath soothe my own aching arousal while her petite body slowly adjusted to the massive intrusion.

Slowly, the painful tension in her muscles began to melt. Her breathing shifted from jagged, tearful gasps to heavy, heated pants.

She lifted her head, her face flushed a brilliant crimson, her lips swollen from our kisses. She looked down at where our bodies were seamlessly joined, a look of pure, euphoric triumph crossing her elegant features.

“I’m full,” she whispered, a manic, breathtaking smile spreading across her lips. She raised her arms, stretching them above her head in pure bliss. The movement showcased her incredibly smooth, pale skin, lifting her modest breasts and exposing her perfectly clean, smooth armpits. “I’m full of you, Alex.”

“Let’s see how much you can really take,” I smirked.

I pulled my hips back slowly, almost sliding completely out of her tight grip, before driving forward again.

Slap.

“Ah!” Emma gasped, her golden eyes fluttering shut.

I began to thrust, starting with a slow, grinding rhythm. With every push, the residual pain faded, entirely consumed by the overwhelming flood of pleasure. Her tight, wet pussy milked my dick perfectly, the friction enhanced by the slick mixture of her juices and her virgin blood.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Yes! Oh my gods, yes!” Emma moaned, throwing her head back.

The contrast was absolute insanity. Just this afternoon, she was an impeccably dressed, elegant noble lady of Count Arlon’s household, acting like a pristine angel. Now, she was a completely sex-crazed, feral girl, her noble upbringing entirely shattered by her obsessive lust.

She caught on to the rhythm quickly. Her yandere nature translated perfectly into the bedroom—she wanted to consume me entirely. She began to ride my thrusts, grinding her small hips down against mine, taking me as deep as physically possible.

Because of her petite frame and my size, every time I buried myself to the hilt, a faint, visible bulge pressed against the smooth skin of her lower flat stomach.

“Look,” I grunted, dragging her hand down to rest on her own belly so she could feel the rhythmic pressure of my dick moving inside her. “Look how deep you’re taking me.”

Emma looked down, her eyes crossing slightly at the sheer visual proof of our connection. It pushed her completely over the edge.

“Alex! Master! Husband!” she babbled, entirely losing her mind to the pleasure. Her dirty talk became frantic, unhinged, and fiercely possessive. “Don’t ever stop! Give me your seed! Put a baby in me tonight so you can never, ever leave me! If you look at that cow Lily again, I’ll burn her eyes out!”

Her feral, obsessive demands pushed me straight to the precipice. My [Stamina] allowed me to pound into her with relentless, brutal force, hitting her cervix with every upward strike without breaking a sweat.

“I’m close, Emma,” I warned, my grip on her hips leaving faint bruises on her pale skin.

“Me too! I’m cumming, Sir Alex! I’m cumming for you! Fill me!”

Her inner walls began to spasm violently, clamping down on my dick in a series of crushing, rhythmic contractions. She screamed her release, her petite body going completely rigid as her first orgasm tore through her system.

The intense, milking pressure of her climax was the tipping point.

“Ahhhh!”

I drove my hips up one final time, burying myself as deep as I possibly could, and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted against her cervix, flooding her pristine womb with my seed.

Emma whimpered, her golden eyes rolling back as she felt the hot fluid filling her up. She clamped her thighs around my waist, refusing to let me pull out, milking every last drop from my shaft.

[System Notification: Intimate Activity Completed.]

[Partner: Emma Arlon. Status: Claimed.]

[Lust Points: +150]

I collapsed forward, resting my weight on my forearms to avoid crushing her small frame, and buried my face in her sweaty, blonde hair.

“You’re amazing,” I panted, kissing her cheek.

Emma giggled—a bubbly, delirious sound. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her angelic smile returning. But the possessive glint in her eyes was sharper than ever.

“You promised you wouldn’t run away,” she whispered, her nails lightly scratching my back. “So you’re not allowed to sleep yet.”

I looked down at her. Most mages would be comatose after a single round, completely drained of physical energy. But my defective circuit had forced my body to adapt. My stamina was practically monstrous.

I felt my cock twitching, already beginning to harden again inside her wet, incredibly tight sheath.

Emma felt it too. Her golden eyes widened in shock, then melted into absolute, greedy delight.

“You… you can go again?” she breathed, her hips already beginning to roll against mine.

“Emma,” I smirked, grabbing her waist and flipping us over so I was hovering above her. “With my stamina… I can fuck you all night. We have five years of lost time to make up for.”

The Yandere let out a joyous, unhinged squeal as I drove into her for round two.

We didn’t stop until the moonlight faded and the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains. The elegant noble lady was reduced to a crying, babbling, utterly satisfied mess, her body completely marked, filled, and irrevocably bound to mine.

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