Chapter 675 - 674- Clara got her first Creampie

Chapter 675: Chapter 674- Clara got her first Creampie

Two inches. The pressure increased. Her virgin canal — never touched, never explored — was being forced open. The walls were tight. Dry. Not yet wet enough. The friction was intense — the cockhead pushing against tissue that had never been stretched.

"It’s fine," Viktor said. His hand found her hip. His fingers dug into the soft skin — the young, firm flesh of a nineteen-year-old. Holding her. Steadying her. "You would handle it."

’Lord is very gentle,’ Clara thought. The thought came through the pain. Through the stretching. Through the ’something-is-inside-me-that-has-never-been-inside-me’ sensation that was rewriting her understanding of her own body. ’He have decreased his size of cock for my body.’

She was shocked. Worried. How would she take it? Even at nine inches, even reduced, it was bigger than anything she had imagined. But seeing him decrease the size — seeing him adjust, seeing him ’care’ — she adjusted.

But she could feel her tight pussy stretching.

The crimson cockhead. Parting the labia. The dark hair pushing aside. The pink flesh wrapping around the invader. The entrance — the virgin entrance, never touched — swallowing the head. One inch. Two inches. The canal widening. The walls being pushed apart for the first time.

Three inches.

He felt a push. Resistance. The hymen.

"It will hurt a bit," he said. His voice was warm. Gentle. The tone of a man preparing a woman for pain. "But happy birthday."

He snapped his hips.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAAAHHH—!!♡♡♡!!!"

Clara screamed. The pain — sharp, immediate, the hymen tearing — tore through her. Her body bucked. Her teeth clamped down on Nora’s clit. The demoness screamed — the vibration, the pressure, the ’teeth-clamping’ sending a jolt through her that was half pain and half something she refused to name.

Blood came out. Not demon blood — human blood. The thin, red fluid of a torn hymen. It mixed with the pre-cum, with the arousal, with the slick fluids of first penetration. The blood ran down the shaft. Down his balls. Dripped onto the tile.

He pulled out. Slowly. The shaft emerged — the head dragging the blood with it. Then pushed back in.

Slowly. The rhythm started. In and out. Nine inches — no, not all nine. Four. Five. The depth increasing with each stroke. Her canal — virgin, never-stretched — was adapting. The walls were producing lubrication. The arousal — forced by the incubus pheromones, by the stimulation, by the ’my-lord-is-inside-me’ reality — was building.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

The sounds were softer than before. Not the brutal, machine-gun PAH PAH PAAH that had destroyed Helena. This was slower. Measured. The pace of a man taking his time. Breaking a virgin in.

Clara’s belly bulged. With each inward thrust — five inches, six — the cockhead pressed against the inside of her lower abdomen. The flesh swelled. The outline of the head was visible through her skin — a small, moving bulge that appeared and disappeared with each stroke.

"AAAHH—!!♡!! L-Lord—!!♡!!"

Her hand moved. Reached. Flailing. Searching. Her fingers found something — the leash. The chain that connected to Nora’s collar. The iron links hanging from the demoness’s neck.

She grabbed it. Pulled.

Nora’s throat arched. The collar pulled tight. The demoness’s head came back. Her mouth opened. The ’I-am-being-choked-by-a-virgin-who-is-being-fucked’ sound that came from her throat was a strangled, ’I-cannot-breathe’ moan.

"AAHH—!!♡!!" Nora gasped. The pressure on her throat — combined with the teeth on her clit, combined with the pheromones, combined with the ’everything’ — sent her body into overload. Her pussy clenched. Her thighs trembled. The demon-kin biology — responsive, sensitive, ’designed’ for this kind of stimulation despite her heavenly rank — reacted.

She came.

The heavenly demon orgasmed. From a virgin’s teeth on her clit and a collar on her throat. The climax was sharp. Sudden. The fluid — demon arousal, thicker than human, faintly luminescent — sprayed from her cunt. It hit Clara’s chin. Clara’s neck. Clara’s chest.

The loop completed. Clara screamed into Nora’s pussy. Nora screamed into the collar. The vibrations fed each other. The pleasure fed each other. The two women — the virgin and the heavenly demon — were connected by teeth and clit and chain and cock.

Pah Pah Pah Pah—!!

Viktor increased the pace. Not to the machine-gun level — but faster. Harder. His hips drove deeper. Seven inches. Eight. Clara’s belly bulged more. The outline of the cockhead — visible through her skin — pressed higher. Toward her navel.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡!! LORD — MASTER—!!♡♡!!"

She called him Lord. Then Master. The shift was unconscious. The ’Lord’ was respect. The ’Master’ was need. The ’I-will-call-you-whatever-you-want-just-please’ need of a woman whose body was being remade.

His hand found her bra — the white cotton cups, still bunched beneath her breasts. He pulled. The fabric came down. Her tits — small, handful, the pink nipples stiff — were free. He groped. His hand closed over the left breast. Squeezed. The flesh was firm. Young. The nipple — tight, pink, virgin — pressed against his palm.

He bit. His mouth found her right nipple. His teeth closed. The nipple deformed. Clara screamed.

"AAAHH—!!♡♡!!"

The tail arrived.

Clara felt it. The scaled, prehensile appendage — the one she had seen fucking Helena — sliding between her thighs. The tail found her pussy — the pussy that was already filled with cock, the entrance stretched around the shaft, the lips pulled taut.

The tail pressed against her clit.

It vibrated.

BZZZZ—!!

"AAAAAAHH—!!!♡♡♡♡♡!!!"

Clara squirted. The first orgasm of her life hit like a lightning strike. The double stimulation — cock in her cunt, vibrating tail on her clit — overwhelmed her nervous system. Her body went limp. Her teeth released Nora’s clit. Her hand released the leash. Her eyes rolled. Her tongue extended.

"Lord... Master..." she whispered. The words were the last coherent sounds her brain produced. Then she was gone. Limbs. Body. Mind. Gone. The ’fucked-stupid’ state that Viktor’s women entered when the pleasure exceeded their capacity.

The orgasm was not Clara’s alone. The tail — vibrating against Clara’s clit, pressing against her pussy, the vibration transmitted through the cock and through the flesh — reached Nora. The demoness — clit bitten, throat choked, pheromone-saturated — was already on the edge. The vibration pushed her over.

Nora came again. Harder than the first. Her body convulsed. The chains rattled. Blood — from her nose, from her bitten clit — mixed with the demon arousal. Her crimson eyes rolled back. The white showed.

Pah Pah PAAH—!!

Viktor slammed deep. Nine inches. Balls deep. Clara’s belly bulged — the full outline of the cock visible through her abdomen, the head pressing against her cervix. Not through — against. He held. His balls tightened. His cock throbbed.

He came.

The load — thick, hot, incubus-enhanced — flooded Clara’s cunt. The first rope hit her cervix. The second filled the canal. The third overflowed — the cum leaking around his shaft, running over her taint, over her thighs, mixing with the blood of her hymen.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Clara’s body seized. The sensation of hot cum inside her — the ’someone-is-filling-me’ sensation that her virgin body had never experienced — triggered a second orgasm. Her walls clenched. Milking.

The vaginal muscles — never used before, freshly awakened — squeezed his cock with the desperate, ’don’t-leave’ grip of a body that had discovered what it was for.

He pulled out. Slowly. The cock emerged — the shaft covered in cum and blood and arousal.

The head dripped. White fluid ran down his length.

The combination — virgin blood, seed, Clara’s arousal — formed a thick, pink-tinged mixture that dripped onto the tile.