Chapter 741: Tarnishing Isolde’s Purity *

She gave a tiny, nervous nod, and slowly, he pulled the damp fabric down her legs, revealing finally revealing her most treasured place.

Her pussy was even more beautiful than he’d imagined. It was neat and dainty, just like the rest of her body, with delicate, slightly swollen outer lips the color of a pale rose.

A soft, silvery-blonde thatch of curls adorned her mound, and nestled within, he could see the glistening pink of her inner petals, already soaked with her sweet nectar.

A wave of shyness crashed over her the moment the fabric cleared her ankles. With a startled, reflexive gasp, she squeezed her thighs tightly together, hiding her flower from his view, her hands flying down to cover herself.

Elion didn’t force her. He simply waited, his hands resting gently on her knees, a patient expression on his face.

"Isolde.... Look at me."

Very hesitantly, she met his eyes.

"You have nothing to hide from me," he said, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on each of her kneecaps. "Every part of you is perfect. Let me see, and let me appreciate you."

He applied the gentlest pressure to her inner thighs with his palms, gently prying them apart. She resisted briefly, keeping her muscles tense.

But then, with a shuddering exhale, she relaxed. Her hands fell away to clutch the mattress, and she let her knees fall apart, guided by his gentle and reassuring touch.

There, unveiled at last, was the entrance to her sacred cave. The dewy, glistening petals were exquisite, and the sight of it made Elion let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, feeling his heart swelling with a fierce tenderness.

"Beautiful."

He brought his hand forward, putting his middle and index fingers together; Elion traced the delicate petals of her pussy with skillful grace, feeling them quiver and part slightly at his lightest caress.

"Mmmmmmm..."

Isolde squirmed and whimpered as electrifying shocks raced up her spine, her hips making an unconscious, tiny circle against the mattress.

She suddenly felt the gentle pressure of those two fingers that had been touching her seeking entry. She had no way to deny them, even if some last vestige of shyness wanted to. But she didn’t want to.

The sensation was so much more profound than when she’d touched herself; It felt as if it was guided by a knowing, patient hand that seemed to understand her body’s secret language.

Her narrow passage clenched tightly around his fingers as he pushed them slowly inside, a soft, wet gasp escaping her lips. She was exquisitely tight, her inner walls fluttering in pulses around the intrusion.

Perhaps feeling mischievous, or perhaps wanting to give her a true taste of the pleasure he could offer, Elion used sinful touch.

It was an ability he hadn’t used in so long. It was basically a concentrated burst of pure, sensual energy, designed not to harm but to amplify the sensation to its absolute peak.

The effect was instantaneous.

"Nnnng~Ahhhhh!"

Isolde’s back arched violently off the mattress. A keening cry tore from her throat, which quickly crescendoed into a raw, pleasured scream as a torrent of pleasure unlike anything she had ever imagined flooded her entire being.

It was white-hot and all-consuming, centered deep in her core and radiating out to her fingertips and toes.

In the overwhelming shock of it, she lost all control. Her muscles convulsed, and with the distinct, helpless feeling that she was peeing herself, her pussy released a sudden, powerful jet of clear fluid that she had no strength to hold back.

Her thighs snapped shut around Elion’s wrist as her hips lifted high off the mattress, her body trembling violently in the throes of a brutal, unexpected climax.

Elion watched her with a satisfied smile, not minding in the slightest as her release washed over his hand and quickly soaked into the fabric beneath her.

He waited, patiently, as her screams subsided into choked, shuddering sobs.

While her body still trembled with aftershocks, he began to gently pump his two fingers within her fluttering, clenching channel, feeling the incredible warmth, softness, and tightness wrapping around him.

"You loved that, huh? How did that feel?"

She lowered her hips back onto the damp bed, breathing in ragged, heavy gulps of air as she looked up at him through fluttering, tear-damp eyelashes, her face flushed a luminous pink.

The smallest hint of clarity pierced the pleasure-fog clouding her mind. Her eyes flew open wide. Her upper body snapped upright, a look of pure, horrified realization dawning on her face.

"Did... did I pee?!" Her voice was filled with deep mortification that she couldn’t bear to be true.

Elion laughed when he understood her confusion, not being able to tell the difference between a violent orgasm and peeing.

’She is just too pure...’

The thought that he was currently tarnishing that purity thrilled him to no end. It was like fuel for his ego.

"Well... not exactly," he said. "You squirted. It’s not the same thing at all. It’s completely normal when you’re overwhelmed by pleasure." He leaned closer. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

Isolde nodded absentmindedly, her mind still reeling from the intensity and the strange new sensation.

Elion swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He toed off his boots, peeled away his socks, then grasped the fastenings of his dark bodysuit.

With a series of tugs, he shimmied out of the garment, followed swiftly by his underpants, leaving him gloriously naked in the flickering light.

His erection sprang free, thick and impressively long, swaying heavily between his legs. The sight of it was a truly daunting prospect for Isolde. Her eyes went wide, a wave of fear assaulting her as she took in the sheer size of him.

It looked... impossible.

As if reading her mind, Elion allowed the rigid length to pulse and, before her astonished eyes, shrink to a more manageable size. It was still substantial, but now roughly six inches, standing proudly atop its two balls.

’Can they... all do that?’ she wondered silently with a mix of relief and bewildered curiosity swirling.

Her mother, who was also her sex education teacher, had never told her about this particular capability; in fact, she had said the sizes were always different, being either short, long, thick, or thin.

So chances were, this was simply something only he could do.

Elion paid his own adjustment no mind. He climbed back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he knelt over her vulnerable form.

He didn’t press forward immediately. Instead, he cupped her cheek again, his touch infinitely gentle, and leaned down to kiss her.

She melted into it instantly, her lips parting on a soft sigh. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her little whimpers as his other hand found its way back between her thighs. Two fingers slid into her slick heat once more, pumping in and out with a slow rhythm.

Squelch... squish... squelch...

The wet, obscene sound filled the space between their mingled breaths. Isolde moaned into his mouth, her hips beginning to lift tentatively to meet each thrust of his fingers, her fear dissolving into nothingness.

Her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders, her nails digging lightly into his skin, anchoring herself to the here and now... to him.