"Dax… hmm… I don't want it anymore…"
Her breath hitched as she tried to pull away. The flush in her cheeks wasn't just heat—it was panic, overstimulation, something feral inside her trying to surface and retreat all at once.
But I wasn't finished.
I leaned in slowly, deliberate as a shadow, and kissed her again—mouth hot, tongue tasting her lips, dragging her back into the moment. Her resistance melted into a soft gasp. Her body trembled beneath mine as we shifted, twisted, the motion fluid and unspoken.
Suddenly she was on top of me.
She blinked, realization flickering across her face as she found herself straddling my hips. Her breath came fast, breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her heartbeat. Her soaked core hovered inches above my arousal.
She froze. Her eyes widened.
A sudden flinch rippled through her as she *felt* it—my cock twitching beneath her, pulsing with restrained need. Her breath caught in her throat. Color bloomed high on her cheeks, red and fierce.
"This is… too much," she whispered.
Sliding off of me, she knelt beside my waist, eyes flickering with something unreadable—fear, wonder, lust.
Her hand reached forward, hesitant but curious. Her fingers wrapped gently around my shaft. She gasped.
"You're…" she muttered, brows drawn together, "You're a monster."
I laughed, the sound low, husky. "No. I'm a goddamn serpent."
Even I was stunned. My length pulsed against her palm—thick, veined, rock hard, dripping with anticipation. But I didn't move. I watched.
To my surprise, her hand didn't let go.
Instead, her grip tightened. Her thumb brushed over the head, gliding through the slick fluid beading there. Her fingers curled slightly. I exhaled sharply.
And then—warmth.
Wet. Soft. Heavenly.
Her lips slid down over the tip, slow and unsure. My head tilted back as a sharp breath escaped me. *Ngh.*
I looked down. Her eyes—those storm-lit eyes—were locked onto mine. Her mouth couldn't take all of me, not even close, but she tried. Her tongue pressed against the underside as her cheeks hollowed with every pull.
She tucked her hair behind her ears, exposing the flushed curve of her cheeks as she sucked deeper, slower.
I groaned.
My hips moved instinctively, rising to meet the rhythm of her mouth. Her pace quickened, her motions confident. The sounds—*wet, obscene, perfect*—echoed in the room. Slurps. Sucks. Gags. Spit trailing from her lips to the base, shining in the light.
*Hehh… hehh…*
My breath came in sharp exhales.
She moaned softly around me, sending vibrations through my cock. Her tongue danced along the tip, circled the slit, teased every inch her mouth could take. Her hand stroked what her lips couldn't reach.
"Fuck," I hissed. "You're too sexy."
She winked.
The sight alone almost broke me.
Her mouth worked like sin incarnate—hot, greedy, relentless. My legs started to tremble.. One leg jerked slightly, nerves on fire.
"I—I can't…"
She sucked harder, bobbing faster, her throat twitching as she gagged again, spit bubbling around the corners of her lips.
"I can't hold it—!"
My whole body seized. My hips bucked forward as a hot flood erupted inside her mouth. My cock throbbed violently with each spurt, and she didn't pull away. She *took it*—lips sealed, swallowing every drop like it belonged to her.
I let out a guttural moan, deep and broken.
She stayed there, nursing the last few pulses, mouth still wrapped around me, eyes fluttering closed.
When she finally pulled back, a glistening strand connected her lips to the tip of my cock. Her chest rose and fell. Her lips were red, swollen, shining.
She swallowed with a soft gulp. Licked the corner of her mouth.
"…You taste dangerous," she whispered, voice trembling.
I could only stare.
And my cock—still hard—throbbed again.
Without a word, I scooped her into my arms. She gasped in surprise, her body light against mine, trembling slightly as I lifted her in a slow, steady princess carry. Her arms curled instinctively around my neck, her thighs brushing my waist, her eyes wide and uncertain.
"W-where are we going?" she asked softly.
"My bed," I murmured. "I'm not done with you."
Her breath caught, but she didn't resist. She laid her head against my chest as I carried her to the next room.
I set her gently onto the sheets, her hair fanning around her like midnight silk. She stared up at me, lips parted, cheeks still flushed. Her chest rose with nervous breaths.
I hovered over her, supporting my weight on my arms. She looked so delicate. So new to this. Everything about her screamed unbroken—body untouched, skin soft, a flame barely kindled.
"You're scared," I whispered.
She nodded slowly. "I've never… I mean… this is…"
Her voice faltered. Her thighs pressed together.
I kissed her—gently. Just a brush of lips at first. She gasped against my mouth, and I swallowed it. I let her feel me—slow, soft, calm. No rush. No pressure.
"You tell me when to stop," I said into her lips. "At any moment."
She didn't speak. She just kissed me back, shakily at first, then deeper.
My hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip. She shivered. I pushed her thighs apart slowly, letting her adjust. My cock rested between her legs, hard and hot, rubbing gently against the slick folds that already dripped with her arousal.
She whimpered.
"Relax," I said, voice steady. "Just breathe. I'm not going to hurt you."
Her eyes fluttered open. "It's just… I don't know how to do this."
"You don't need to know anything. Just feel."
I reached down, guided myself to her entrance, and slid my tip against her opening—wet, tight, untouched.
She tensed immediately.
"Wait," she whispered.
I stopped. Didn't move. Just kissed her cheek.
Her chest rose and fell faster now, but she didn't pull away.
"Okay," she whispered again. "Just… slow."
I nodded. I angled my hips and began to press in.
The tip met resistance. Heat. A barrier.
Her body stretched with agonizing slowness, inch by inch. Her fingers clenched the sheets. Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Aah—it… hurts…"
"I know," I whispered, forehead against hers. "Just breathe. You're doing perfect."
I paused inside her, barely a few inches in. Her walls gripped me like a vice, hot and pulsing. She was so small, so impossibly tight I could barely breathe.
She whimpered again. Her thighs shook.
"I feel… full…"
"You're opening," I murmured. "Let me in. I'll go slow."
Her nails dug into my arms, but she nodded.
I pushed in deeper, slowly, carefully. Her walls stretched around me, trembling with resistance, but dripping wet from arousal. The mix of pain and pleasure danced on her face—brows furrowed, lip caught between her teeth.
Halfway in, I felt it—her barrier.
I met her eyes.
"This part will sting."
"I trust you," she whispered.
With a single, gentle thrust, I broke through her virgin seal. She cried out, back arching, face contorted in raw sensation.
I stopped instantly.
She panted, eyes wide and wet, breathing through it.
I kissed her forehead, her cheek, her throat. "You're okay. I'm right here."
She didn't speak, just nodded quickly, eyes clinging to mine.
Minutes passed in stillness—my cock buried inside her, her body wrapped around me, her breath syncing with mine. She relaxed bit by bit.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked softly.
She exhaled. "Not as much. It's just… strange. But I want more."
I pulled back slightly, then pushed in again—slow, deliberate.
She gasped, but this time the pain wasn't alone. It was laced with something deeper.
Pleasure.
I began to move in small strokes. Her legs adjusted, spreading wider. Her hips lifted, chasing the motion.
"D-Dax…" she moaned softly, face flushed, eyes glassy.
I leaned in and kissed her again—this time hungry.
Each thrust grew smoother. Her body opened to me more and more. The pain faded behind the growing tension between us. Her hands gripped my back. Her moans rose in pitch.
"You feel like heaven," I groaned.
"You're… so big…" she gasped.
I reached down and thumbed her clit gently. She arched beneath me, eyes rolling back.
"Oh—gods—yes…"
Her pussy clenched tighter.
I felt her orgasm building—waves crashing, breath stuttering. She gasped, moaned, whimpered all at once.
"I—I think—!"
Her entire body shook as she came. Her legs locked around me, walls pulsing as I continued to thrust deep inside her.
That broke me.
I slammed in once, twice—and burst.
My cock exploded, pouring heat into her, wave after wave. I buried myself as deep as she could take, groaning low and hard, my release spilling inside her virgin cunt.
She gasped as she felt it—thick, hot, unstoppable.
"Dax… it's so much…"
I held her close, trembling, riding the last pulse. Her arms wrapped around me. She was shaking, spent, filled.
I stayed inside her, softening slowly, our bodies still fused.
Her head rested on my shoulder. Her voice came out small.
"…You really claimed me, didn't you?"
I kissed her temple.
"You were mine the moment you kissed me."