100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 837: Chapter 836- The Moans of Tight Virgin

”Suck it as if it is your mother’s tits,” Viktor said. His hand, on her head, rested on her hair. His fingers, finding her ears, rubbed the pointed tips. The ears, sensitive in dark elves, were erogenous zones.

She trembled. The touch, the rubbing of her ears, sent a wave of sensation through her body. The combination, the cock in her mouth and the fingers on her ears, was confusing. The pleasure, unwanted and undeniable, mixed with the shame.

She sucked harder. Her mouth, closing around the shaft, took more. The head, pushing past her tongue, hit the back of her throat. She gagged. The reflex, involuntary, made her eyes water.

He grabbed her hair. Pulled. Her head, controlled, moved down. The cock, pushing into her throat, filled her. The shaft, thick and veined, stretched her. Her throat, convulsing around the head, gripped.

He closed his eyes. The sensation, the wet heat and the tight grip, was good. Not as good as the mother-in-law. Not as trained. But good. Raw. The mouth of a woman who was new to this.

He let her suck. The carriage, rocking with the movement, added a rhythm. The sound, wet and rhythmic, filled the cabin.

”GLLMMPH...!! GLLM...!!”

He pulled her head. Deeper. The cock, burying in her throat, made her gag. The tears, from the reflex, ran down her cheeks. The saliva, dripping from her chin, fell on his thigh.

The carriage stopped.

They had arrived at the merchant district. Viktor, opening the door, stepped out. He pulled the dark elf by the collar. She stumbled out, her knees hitting the cobblestones.

He slapped her. The blow, sharp and light, was a correction. Not a punishment. A reminder. She coughed. Her hand, going to her cheek, rubbed the mark.

He took her to a clothing shop. Bought her a dress. Simple, plain, in the colors of the academy. He forced her to eat. At a tavern, he ordered food and made her consume it. She resisted. He insisted. She ate. The food, hot and nourishing, hit her empty stomach. She winced. The cramps, from eating after days of starvation, were sharp.

He took her back to the carriage. To the bedroom of the inn where he had been staying. The room, small and functional, had a bed and a mirror and a basin.

He threw her on the bed. She cried out. The impact, on the thin mattress, was jarring. Her body, weak and sore, bounced.

He tore her dress. The fabric, new and cheap, ripped easily. Her body, thin and marked, was revealed. Her breasts, small and pointed, had dark nipples. Her belly, concave from malnourishment, showed her ribs. Her pussy, hairy and untouched, was visible between her thin thighs.

”You are a slave,” he said. His voice was calm. ”Act like one.”

He removed his clothes. His body, lean and muscled, was the body of a predator. His cock, hard and thick, stood between his legs. The head, dark and swollen, leaked pre-cum.

He thrust. His cock, pressing against her pussy, pushed in. The head, spreading her lips, entered. She screamed. The sound, raw and piercing, was the scream of a virgin.

Blood leaked. From her pussy. The red fluid, thin and bright, ran down his shaft. The hymen, torn by the penetration, was gone. She was no longer a virgin.

She screamed. The pain, sharp and immediate, was overwhelming. Her body, thin and unprepared, was too small for his cock. The walls, tight and dry, gripped him. The friction, raw and intense, was painful for both of them.

He moaned. The tightness, the grip, the heat. She was so tight that it was almost painful. The walls, clenching around his shaft, squeezed.

The collar, around her neck, dripped with saliva. Her mouth, open and gasping, produced the drool. The sensation, the pain and the fullness and the stretching, was too much.

His tail, wrapping from behind, found her pussy. The appendage, pushing in alongside his cock, stretched her further. She screamed again. The double penetration, cock and tail, was more than her body could handle.

He leaned. Kissed her. His mouth found hers. His tongue pushed in. The kiss, forced and deep, swallowed her scream. Her eyes, wide and wet, rolled back.

”Let us make you look good enough,” he said against her lips.

He placed his cock. Holding it over her pussy, he spread her apart. The lips, hairy and swollen, were visible. The pink interior, wet with blood and arousal, was exposed.

He grabbed her pubic hair. Pulled. She yelped. The pain, sharp and unexpected, made her look down.

He slammed.

Pah!

”AAANGH...!!”

The penetration was total. One thrust. All ten inches. Her body, thin and small, seized. Her back arched off the bed. Her breasts, small and pointed, pointed at the ceiling. Her nipples, dark and stiff, were hard.

Her pussy, stretched beyond reason, bulged. The walls, gripping his cock, were visible through her lower belly. The outline of his shaft, thick and veined, was visible through her skin.

He started to fuck. The pace, slow at first, was deliberate. Each thrust, measured and controlled, drove his cock deeper. The blood, mixing with her arousal, created a red fluid that leaked from her pussy.

Pah Pah Pah!

”OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... it hurts... HAAANGH...!! ... it hurts... please... HIEEENGH...!!”

He grabbed her tits. His hands, on her small breasts, squeezed. The flesh, firm and pointed, was different from the mother-in-law’s heavy softness. He pinched her nipples. The dark peaks, stiff and sensitive, were hard between his fingers.

”I will fill you soon enough,” he said. His voice, low and rough, was the voice of a man who was enjoying the tightness. The dark elf, beneath him, was the tightest thing he had fucked in weeks.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

”AAANGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... OUNGH...!! ... HIEEENGH...!!”

He lifted her. Off the bed. His hands, under her thighs, raised her. Her body, impaled on his cock, was suspended. Her legs, wrapping around his waist, locked. Her arms, around his neck, held on.

He bounced her. The motion, using her body weight as leverage, drove his cock deeper with each descent. She screamed. The sound, continuous and raw, filled the room.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

”OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... I cannot... HIEEENGH...!! ... I cannot... AAANGH...!!”

He took her to the bathroom. The mirror, large and full-length, reflected their bodies. His, lean and muscled. Hers, thin and impaled. The contrast, between his size and hers, was stark.

He fucked her against the mirror. Her back, pressed against the glass, was cold. Her breath, fogging the surface, created a cloud of condensation. Her face, reflected, was the face of a woman being destroyed.

He turned on the water. The shower, cold at first, then warm, hit their bodies. He grabbed soap. Rubbed it over her body. The lather, white and thick, covered her skin. He washed her. Her hair. Her face. Her breasts. Her belly. Her pussy. Her ass. His hands, thorough and impersonal, cleaned every inch.

While fucking her.

The cock, inside her, didn’t stop. The thrusts, continuous, drove her against the wall. The water, running down their bodies, carried the soap and the blood and the cum.

Pah Pah Pah!

”OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!!”