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Chapter 638: Chapter 637 - Taking Aunt’s first Time

The demon woman looked at her.

The particular, ’you-want-ME-to-help-YOU-get-fucked’ expression of a woman who could not believe what was being asked.

”Yes!” Evriana yelled.

The demon woman moved.

She crawled — the particular, defeated, ’I-am-doing-what-I-am-told’ crawl of a woman who had accepted her role. She arrived behind Evriana. Her hands found the princess’s thick ass. She spread — her fingers sinking into the dense, pale flesh, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing the hairy cunt and the tight, dark, never-touched anal beneath it.

Evriana hugged the rock.

Her arms wrapping around the stone, her chest pressed flat, her cheek against the cold surface. Her thick ass was up, her pussy spread, her anal visible. The particular, vulnerable, ’I-am-presenting-myself’ position of a woman who was about to be taken.

”Okay, Viktor,” she said.

The words were breathless. Terrified. Eager. The particular, ’I-am-ready-but-I-am-also-not-ready’ combination that a virgin feels when the moment arrives and the cock is there and the thing she has wanted is about to happen and the thing she has feared is about to happen and they are the same thing.

He held his cock.

His hand — the cum-slicked, wet hand — wrapped around his shaft. He pressed the head against her pussy. The thick, dark, swollen crimson crown against the wet, hairy, pink-lipped entrance of a thirty-nine-year-old virgin princess.

The size difference was — devastating.

His cock. Her pussy. The particular, geometric, mathematical impossibility of a twelve-inch, thick-veined, crimson-headed cock pressing against an entrance that had never been penetrated. Her cunt looked small. Not just tight — ’small’. The particular, visual, undeniable, ’that-will-not-fit’ impression that the demon woman — watching from behind, her hands still spreading Evriana’s ass — received.

The demon woman trembled.

She couldn’t help it. The particular, involuntary, ’this-is-going-to-be-a-disaster’ trembling of a woman who was holding another woman’s ass open and was watching a cock the size of her forearm press against a hole the size of a coin.

’I don’t understand how it is going to fit,’ she thought.

He slammed.

PAAAH!!

All twelve inches vanished.

The particular, total, complete, instant, root-to-tip, cervix-breaking, womb-filling, reality-defying penetration that occurred when Viktor Redwood decided to stop being patient and start being thorough. His cock drove into Evriana’s virgin cunt with the particular, unstoppable, irresistible force of a thing that was designed to destroy.

Her hymen shredded. Her walls stretched. Her cervix — the tight, muscular gate that had never been breached — cracked open. His cock pushed through, into her womb, the head settling against the back wall of her innermost chamber.

Her hips clapped back.

The thick, heavy, Ktorian-built ass — the dense, pale flesh that the bull-kin bloodline produced — rippled backward from the impact, the cheeks compressing, the flesh spreading, the particular, violent, physical reaction of a body that had just received twelve inches of cock in a single thrust.

She screamed.

”AAAAAIIIIEEEE~~~!!! IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!!”

The cave caught the scream. Bounced it. Amplified it. The particular, raw, throat-tearing, echo-producing sound of a woman whose virginity had been taken in one thrust and whose body was informing her, in the loudest possible voice, that this was not what she had imagined.

Her tears fell.

Not the gentle, silent, behind-a-tree tears of a woman watching from hiding. These were the full, hot, flooding, face-distorting, snot-running tears of genuine, overwhelming, unmanageable pain. The particular, ’my-pussy-is-being-torn-apart’ tears that a virgin produces when the reality of penetration exceeds every expectation she had.

’Last night,’ she thought. ’I was seeing — the expression — the good expression — on the woman’s face. Dara. The cook. The way she rode him. The way she moaned. The way her face twisted in pleasure.’

’It was a lie.’

The thought was desperate. Betrayed. The particular, ’they-lied-to-me’ fury of a woman who had watched other women receive pleasure from this cock and had expected the same and was instead receiving agony.

”Please stop,” she gasped. ”Viktor, it hurts. Please stop.”

Her hands pushed back. The particular, instinctive, ’get-it-out’ motion of a woman whose body was rejecting the intrusion. Her palms found his hips. She pushed. The push accomplished nothing. His cock did not move. His hips did not move. He was inside her, and he was staying inside her.

He pulled out.

The slow, wet withdrawal — her virgin walls gripping him, clinging, trying to hold him inside. Failing. The flesh released with a wet, sucking ’schlick’ — the sound of a cunt that had been stretched wide and was being emptied.

Blood came.

Bright. Copper-scented. Unmistakable evidence of a torn hymen. It ran from her pussy — red fluid leaking from her entrance, streaking down his shaft, dripping onto the stone, pooling on the cave floor. The sight alone — the blood, the torn flesh, the ruined virginity — would have stopped a gentler man.

Viktor was not a gentler man.

She begged.

”Please stop,” she said, her voice cracking. ”I offered it. I — I thought I would enjoy it. It is my first time. Please —”

He slammed.

PAAAH!!

”AAAAAIIIIEEEE~~~!!!♡♡♡!!!”

Full depth. Full force. The kind of penetration that drove the air from her lungs and the words from her mind. His cock buried itself against her womb’s back wall — the shaft stretching her walls, the base grinding against her torn, blood-streaked lips.

The cave roared with her scream.

The sound bounced off stone walls, echoed, multiplied. It filled the entire space — reaching the ears of the demon man tangled in the vines, the demon woman crumpled on the ground, the rain outside, the night beyond.

The demon woman trembled.

She was watching from where she had been discarded — cum-covered face staring at the scene. She had watched Evriana stroke his cock, lick his shaft, mash her tits against hers. She thought the princess wanted this. Was willing. Was eager.

She was.

But she had not known what willing meant.

’I thought sex always hurts,’ the demon woman thought, her fingers curling against the stone. ’But I saw this woman performing — stroking, licking, pressing her body against mine. I thought maybe she would enjoy it.’

’But now — seeing her cry like this —’

Her body trembled. Her own fingers — the ones still wet with his pre-cum — found her own pussy. She was wet. Involuntary. The kind of wetness her body produced while her mind recoiled in horror.

She felt her hymen. Her finger pressing against her own entrance — the tight, never-penetrated barrier still intact. Her arousal mixing with the blood still on her fingers from Evriana’s torn cunt.

’I am still whole,’ she thought. ’But if he does that to me —’

She tried to pull away.

The instinctive backward crawl of a woman who had just realized that the cock currently destroying the princess would eventually turn its attention to her.

The moment she moved, Viktor noticed.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH!!

The rabbit fuck.

Brutal. Fast. Shallow-to-deep-to-shallow. Machine-gun piston speed — the rhythm Viktor deployed when foreplay was over and the fucking had begun. His hips became a blur. His cock a piston. His balls swung wildly, slapping against her thick clit with each thrust.

Evriana screamed.

Not one scream — a continuous, rolling, unbroken roar. No pause between thrusts meant no pause between screams. Her body jerked with each impact — her thick ass rippling, her heavy tits scraping against the rock, her fingers clawing at stone.

”AAAAAHHH~!!♡ STOP~!!♡ PLEASE~!!♡ SLOW DOWN~!!♡♡!!”

Viktor grabbed the demon woman.

His free hand shot out and caught her arm. He pulled. She stumbled forward — cum-covered face smacking against his chest, her bare tits mashing against his body.

He kissed her.

Deep. Tongue-involved. Claiming. The kiss of a man who was fucking one woman and kissing another — both performed with a casual ease that marked a man who had done this for years.

The demon woman’s eyes went wide.

The shock of a human kissing her — his tongue in her mouth, his lips on hers, his hand on the back of her head holding her in place. She couldn’t retreat.

Her boyfriend yelled.

The muffled, vine-gagged roar of a man watching his woman being kissed by the man who was currently destroying another woman right in front of him. Helpless. Impotent. Rage eating him alive from the inside.

Viktor fucked.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!

”AAAAAHHH~!!♡♡!! STOP~!!♡ IT HURTS~!!♡ PLEASE~!!♡♡!!”

Evriana’s thoughts collapsed.

’Stop. Please stop. Slow down. This pain — I cannot — he is inside my womb. His cock has pierced my cervix. I am being fucked in the cruelest way. I cannot breathe. I cannot think. I cannot —’

He slapped her ass.

SMACK!

”AAAHH~!!♡!!”