Chapter 34: Claiming Villainess Virginity (18+)

Isolde was already on her hands and knees on the bed.

Her pale ass was raised high.

Her wet virgin pussy was open and shiny, the soft pink lips swollen from how long she had touched herself while she watched me claim Seraphina.

Clear wetness ran down the inside of her thighs in thin streaks that reached almost to her knees.

Her violet eyes stayed locked on mine, almost black with hunger and possession.

"My turn," she said again, voice low and dark. "You claimed her. Now claim me. I am still a virgin. Take it."

The iron taste of the Abyssal Core pain was still strong in my mouth.

My cock was only half-hard, wet with Seraphina’s blood and cum.

Isolde did not care.

She reached back with one hand, spread her own pussy open with two fingers, and looked at me over her shoulder.

"Now, Cassian. Or I will force it myself."

I moved behind her.

Seraphina stayed on the bed, still breathing hard, my cum and her virgin blood still leaking from her used pussy in thick messy trails.

She watched us with golden eyes that were soft and possessive at the same time.

She did not look away even once.

I put my hands on Isolde’s hips.

Her skin was cool and smooth under my palms.

I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating myself in her juices.

She pushed back against me hard, trying to take me inside right away.

The head of my cock slipped between her folds and rubbed against her clit, making her shiver and moan low.

"I am a virgin," she said, voice tight with need and warning. "It will hurt. Do not stop when I scream. I want the pain. I want the claim. I want to feel you break me open."

I lined up and pushed.

The head stretched her open. She was even tighter than Seraphina had been - small, hot, and completely untouched. Isolde’s whole body locked up. A sharp, pained sound tore out of her throat.

"Fuck - too big - "

I stopped with just the swollen head inside her. "Breathe. I have you."

"Do not stop," she snarled through her teeth. "Take it. Claim me. I am not soft. I will not break."

I pushed harder.

Her virgin cunt fought me every single inch.

The resistance was fierce and wet.

Isolde’s hands clenched the sheets so hard her knuckles went white.

She made broken, angry, pained sounds as I forced my thick cock deeper into her.

When I broke through her virgin barrier she cried out loud - pain and something darker mixed together in one raw sound.

Fresh blood mixed with her wetness and coated my cock in warm streaks.

I kept going until my hips pressed against her ass and every thick inch was buried deep inside her for the first time.

Isolde’s head dropped forward.

Her whole body trembled hard.

Her walls clamped down so tight it almost hurt.

Shadow mana leaked from her skin in thin black wisps, reacting to the first claiming.

I could feel her heartbeat through the walls of her pussy, fast and wild.

"So tight," I said, voice rough. "So fucking virgin. You are mine now. This cunt belongs to me. No one else will ever be inside you."

I stayed completely still deep inside her, letting her body adjust to the stretch.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Her violet eyes glowed faintly in the firelight.

Black wisps of shadow mana curled around my wrists where I held her hips.

I could feel every small twitch of her virgin walls as they tried to get used to the size of me.

The heat and the tight grip were almost too much.

I stayed buried to the hilt for a long time, just feeling her pulse around me.

After a long minute she pushed back against me. "Move. Fuck me. Make it hurt if you must. Just claim me fully. Do not treat me gentle. I want to feel every inch. I want the ache tomorrow."

I started to thrust.

Slow at first, long deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out so she could feel every ridge and vein of my cock dragging against her tight walls, then driving back in until my balls slapped against her.

Blood and her juices made wet, filthy sounds with every thrust.

I watched the way her small body took me, the way her ass shook when I bottomed out, the way her back arched.

I kept that slow, deep rhythm for a long time, letting her feel the full stretch over and over.

Every time I pushed back in she made a small broken sound.

Every time I pulled out her walls clung to me, trying to keep me inside.

The blood made everything slicker and hotter.

Shadow mana kept rising from her skin in thicker waves, cold against my hands.

Isolde’s moans were darker than Seraphina’s had been.

Lower.

Hungrier.

She pushed back to meet every thrust, even when it made her whimper from the stretch.

Her shadow mana rose thicker around us, coiling like living smoke that brushed against my skin and left faint cold trails.

"Harder," she demanded, voice breaking. "I am not glass. Fuck your virgin wife properly. Stretch me. Fill me. Make me feel it for days. I want the ache. I want to remember this every time I sit down."

I gripped her hips tighter and gave her what she wanted.

I slammed into her deep and fast.

The bed creaked hard under us.

Her small breasts swung under her with every thrust.

Black shadow mana rose thicker, wrapping around my arms and her waist like dark ribbons.

I could feel her core opening, dark and cold and hungry, pouring power into the bond with every hard stroke.

The power mixed with the leftover golden heat from Seraphina and the deep burn of my Abyssal core.

I kept that hard pace for a long time.

Every thrust pushed a broken sound out of Isolde.

Her virgin walls stayed impossibly tight, gripping me on every pull like they did not want to let me leave.

Blood and cream coated my cock completely.

The wet, filthy sounds of me claiming her filled the whole cottage.

Sweat ran down my back and dripped onto her pale skin.

Her shadow mana kept rising, thicker and colder, brushing against my chest and face like cold fingers.

I reached around and cupped one of her small breasts, pinching the hard nipple while I fucked her.

She moaned louder and pushed back harder.

Seraphina watched from the side, one hand resting on her own bandaged ribs, golden eyes never leaving the place where my cock disappeared into Isolde’s bloody, stretched pussy.

She bit her lip but said nothing.

Her free hand slowly moved between her own legs, touching herself while she watched me claim Isolde.

Soft wet sounds came from her too.

She was still leaking my cum from earlier.

I reached under Isolde and rubbed her clit hard while I fucked her.

Her body jerked.

More wetness flooded around my cock, mixing with the blood.

I kept the hard pace, never slowing, letting her feel every thick inch over and over.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cottage.

Her moans grew louder and more broken.

I leaned over her back, still thrusting deep, and bit the side of her neck hard enough to leave a mark.

Isolde moaned louder and pushed back harder against me.

I sucked on the skin while I pounded into her, leaving a dark claim on her throat.

"You like this," I said, voice dirty and low against her ear. "You like being stretched open for the first time. You like the blood. You like belonging to me. Say it. Tell me who owns this tight virgin cunt."

"Yes," Isolde gasped. "Yes - only you - fuck me deeper - fill me - make me yours - claim every part of me - this cunt is yours - only yours - "

I pulled out for a moment.

My cock was shiny with her virgin blood and cream.

A thick string of mixed fluids connected us before it broke.

I flipped her onto her back carefully so I could see her face.

Her eyes were wild and dark.

I leaned down and kissed her hard.

It was Isolde’s first kiss.

I could tell the second my mouth met hers.

She froze for half a second, lips stiff and unsure, then opened for me with a low hungry sound.

I shoved my tongue into her mouth, wet and deep, tasting her.

She kissed back messy and desperate, teeth scraping, tongue pushing against mine like she was trying to devour me.

It was rough, wet, and vulgar - spit and heat and pure need.

She moaned into my mouth while I claimed her lips the same way I was about to claim the rest of her.

I kept kissing her deep while I lined up again.

I pushed her knees up high toward her chest and slammed back into her in one hard thrust while still kissing her.

She cried out into my mouth and clawed at my back hard enough to draw blood.

I fucked her deep and relentless, swallowing her moans, watching my cock stretch her small virgin hole open and come out coated in blood and juices every time I pulled back.

The kiss stayed wet and messy the whole time - tongues, spit, teeth, her broken cries pouring into my mouth.

I kept that position for a long time.

Deep, hard, steady thrusts that made her whole body rock on the bed.

Her small breasts bounced with every impact.

Shadow mana flared brighter around her body with every stroke.

Dark purple-black light pulsed under her skin in time with my thrusts.

Her core was purifying, locking to me the same way Seraphina’s had.

I could feel the cold power mixing with my Abyssal core and the golden heat still lingering from Seraphina.

The three powers were already starting to notice each other, pulling closer with every hard thrust.

Isolde’s hands gripped my shoulders.

Her nails dug in deep.

She kept her eyes open and locked on mine the entire time, even when the pain mixed with the pleasure.

"Do not look away," she ordered, voice rough between gasps.

"Watch me while you claim me.

Watch me take every inch.

Watch me become yours."

I rubbed her clit faster with my thumb.

Isolde’s second orgasm hit hard.

Her whole body locked.

Her cunt clamped down in tight, rhythmic waves, milking my cock so hard I almost came.

She came with a broken, almost angry cry, shadow mana exploding around us in a dark wave that made the fire flicker and the oil lamp shake.

Her juices mixed with the blood and ran down onto the sheets in messy streaks.

Her walls kept fluttering and squeezing long after the peak passed.

I kept fucking her through it, not giving her a chance to recover.

I did not stop.

I kept fucking her through the aftershocks, chasing my own release.

The wet heat, the squeeze, the way her eyes stayed locked on mine with pure possession - I slammed deep one last time and came hard.

Thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her virgin womb.

I kept thrusting through the orgasm, filling her until it leaked out around my cock mixed with blood and ran down the crack of her ass in white and red streaks.

I stayed buried deep, grinding against her, making sure every drop stayed inside as long as possible.

Her pussy kept twitching and milking me even after I finished, small aftershocks that pulled more cum out of me.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard.

Shadow mana still pulsed under her skin, darker and cleaner than before.

It sank into her core and settled there, purified and complete.

Her pussy kept twitching around my cock in small aftershocks that milked the last drops of cum out of me.

I stayed buried deep for a long time, just feeling her, feeling the new bond lock into place the same way it had with Seraphina.

The iron taste from the earlier Abyssal pain was still in my mouth, but the new shadow connection made it feel different - colder and sharper.

Isolde’s legs stayed wrapped around me, holding me inside her even after I finished.

She did not want to let go yet.

Her arms stayed locked around my neck.

She kept kissing me in short, rough, wet bursts, still learning the shape of my mouth.

A blue window flickered open in my sight.

[Wife Investment System]

Target: Isolde Draven

Shadow Core: Purified

Full Consecration complete.

Reward: Shadow Core Link established.

Something new flickered under the main text for half a second - just a flash of words.

[Shared Power - Temporary Access Available]

Then it vanished. The function was not unlocked yet. Only a first flicker.

I barely had time to notice it before something else began.

The three of us were still connected by the Dual Union.

Seraphina’s golden core, Isolde’s newly purified shadow core, and my Abyssal core began to pull toward each other on their own.

I felt it in my chest - three different powers slowly lining up, like magnets finding each other without any command from me or the System.

The alignment had started by itself.

I pulled out of Isolde carefully.

My cock was dripping with her virgin blood and my cum.

She lay there, legs still open, staring up at me with dark, satisfied, possessive eyes.

Seraphina reached over and touched Isolde’s arm.

Isolde did not pull away.

For a moment the three of us just breathed in the same quiet space, bodies still connected by the fresh claims and the growing pull of the three cores.

The three cores kept aligning, slow and steady, without any order from me or the System.

Something bigger was beginning.