Chapter 594: Taking Linda’s Virginity [+18]

Damian did not give her time to answer or protest.

One moment he was crouched before her, the next his arms had swept beneath her knees and back. Linda’s startled gasp was still leaving her lips when the world tilted. He carried her across the chamber as if she weighed nothing, her loose robe fluttering around her legs. Before she could form a single word of protest he reached the large bed and simply dropped her onto the soft mattress.

She bounced once, blonde hair spreading across the sheets, and immediately tried to sit up. Damian was already over her. His hands caught the hem of her robe and pulled it upward in one smooth motion, sliding the fabric past her thighs, over her hips, higher still until it bunched beneath her breasts.

Linda’s legs instinctively pressed together. Then she felt the cool air against her bare skin.

She was not wearing panties.

A deep flush flooded her face. She tried to close her thighs, but Damian’s hands parted them with effortless strength. He settled between her legs, gaze dropping. For several long seconds he simply looked at her.

Linda’s pussy was smooth, pale, and tightly closed. The outer lips were soft and unblemished, the inner folds hidden. A faint sheen of moisture already glistened at the seam.

Damian’s thumbs gently parted her.

Linda’s breath hitched. She tried to twist away, one hand reaching down in a half-hearted attempt to cover herself, but he caught her wrist and pinned it lightly to the sheet.

"You’re a virgin," he said, voice low.

Linda’s face burned hotter. She turned her head to the side, refusing to meet his eyes, and said nothing.

Damian studied the untouched entrance for another moment, then leaned down. Linda felt the first warm breath against her most pussy and jerked.

"W-wait—"

His tongue dragged slowly up the length of her slit.

A sharp, helpless sound escaped her throat. She pushed at his head with both hands, but the resistance was weak, more instinct than true refusal. Damian ignored the pressure.

He parted her folds with his thumbs and sealed his mouth over her, sucking gently at the sensitive flesh. His tongue moved with hungry broad strokes that opened her, then narrower flicks that found the small, hidden pearl at the top and circled it with relentless patience.

Linda’s hips twitched. She kept trying to push his face away, fingers tangled in his hair, but every time she managed a little distance he simply followed, lips and tongue never leaving her. Wet sounds filled the quiet chamber. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head. Soft, broken moans began to slip from her despite her efforts to stay silent.

He licked deeper, tasting the growing wetness that spilled from her untouched entrance. When the tip of his tongue pressed against the tight ring of her virginity and teased it, Linda’s back arched. A louder cry left her. Her hands stopped pushing and instead gripped his hair, holding on as if she needed something solid.

Damian continued for long minutes, slow and thorough, until her legs were shaking and her breath came in short, desperate pants. Only then did he rise.

He stood at the edge of the bed and opened his own clothing. What emerged made Linda’s eyes go wide with sudden fear.

Fifteen thick inches of heavy, veined flesh rose from his hips, the head already flushed dark and glistening. The sheer size of it look terrifying. Something that big could never fit inside any woman’s body without destroying her.

Linda scrambled backward on the bed, robe still bunched under her breasts, legs closing tightly.

"That’s... Damian, that can’t..."

He caught her ankle and pulled her gently back toward him.

"Shh. Don’t worry. I may be a bad person but I’m not a monster. I won’t cripple you on your first night with me." Damian assured.

His cock began to shrink under her staring eyes. The massive length shortened, the girth reduced, until what remained was a far more manageable six inches thick, still impressive, but no longer terrifying.

Linda’s breathing eased only slightly.

Damian climbed onto the bed, settled between her thighs again, and guided the smaller head to her entrance. He rubbed it slowly up and down her soaked folds, coating himself in her wetness, then pressed forward with careful, measured pressure.

The tight ring of her virginity resisted and Linda’s hands flew to his shoulders. Her nails dug in.

He did not force it. He simply held steady, letting her body adjust, rocking the head against her in tiny motions until the resistance gave way with a soft, wet yield.

Linda’s mouth opened in a silent gasp as the first inch slid inside.

Damian lowered himself over her, one arm braced beside her head, and continued the slow push. Inch by careful inch he filled her, stretching the virgin walls around him. When he was fully seated he stopped completely, giving her time to breathe through the new sensation of being so completely occupied.

Her inner muscles fluttered around him in small, involuntary pulses. He waited until her breathing steadied, then began to move.

The thrusts were deep and unhurried. Each withdrawal dragged along her sensitive walls; each return pressed him flush against her deepest point. Linda’s legs slowly rose and wrapped around his hips. Her hands found his. Their fingers interlaced, palms pressed together against the sheets on either side of her head.

Damian leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss was as slow as his lips parted hers, their tongues meeting in lazy strokes while their bodies moved in the same rhythm.

Linda’s soft moans were swallowed by his mouth. Every time he bottomed out she made a small, helpless sound against his lips. Her free hand eventually rose to the back of his neck, holding him there as if she needed the connection.

They stayed like that for a long time.

The wet sounds of their joining filled the room. Sweat began to sheen Linda’s skin. Her blonde hair clung to her temples. Damian’s pace never quickened; he simply kept driving into her with that same careful depth, kissing her, letting their locked fingers tighten and relax with every thrust.

Eventually he shifted.

He withdrew almost completely, then rolled them both onto their sides. Linda found herself facing away from him, her back against his chest. Damian lifted her upper leg, draping it back over his hip, and guided his cock into her again from behind. The new angle let him sink even deeper.

He began to thrust once more, still slow and deep while his mouth found the sensitive shell of her ear. His tongue traced the outer curve, then dipped inside.

Linda’s moan rose sharply.

"Damian..."

He licked again, slower, and the sound that left her was louder, rawer. Her hand reached back and gripped his thigh as he fucked her with that same measured rhythm, filling her completely on every stroke while his tongue and lips worked her ear. Soft, wet kisses trailed down the side of her neck and returned to her ear again. Each time his tongue flicked inside she clenched around him and moaned without restraint.

After several more minutes he shifted them again.

He pulled her fully on top of him so that she lay on her back against his chest, her weight resting on his body. Her legs fell open over his. From this position he could thrust upward into her while both of his hands were free.

He filled her once more and resumed the deep, rolling rhythm.

His hands slid up her torso and cupped her breasts. They filled his palms perfectly full, soft, the nipples already tight. He pressed them together, kneading slowly in time with his thrusts, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks.

Linda’s head fell back against his shoulder. Her mouth stayed open. Every upward thrust drove a fresh moan from her throat. The wet slap of their bodies grew louder as her juices coated him more thoroughly.

Damian kept the pace even as his own control began to fray. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, the heavy pulse of impending release. He continued thrusting, continued squeezing and pressing her breasts, until the first hard spasm of climax hit him.

He buried himself to the hilt and came.

The first thick pulse flooded her. Then another. And another. The volume was far beyond anything a normal man could produce. Hot, heavy ropes that filled her completely within seconds. Linda felt the sudden pressure deep inside, the impossible fullness, and her own body reacted. Her walls clamped down hard around him as the first orgasm tore through her.

She cried out, back arching against his chest.

More of his seed pumped into her. It had nowhere left to go. Thick white fluid began to leak around his cock, spilling down her folds and onto his hips in slow, heavy rivulets.

Linda’s second climax hit before the first had fully faded. Her thighs shook violently. Her hands clutched at his forearms as he continued to empty himself inside her, the overflow growing messier with every pulse.

A third spasm rolled through her almost immediately after.

She could barely breathe. Short, desperate gasps left her lips as her body kept clenching and releasing around the thick length still buried in her, milking more of the endless flood. Cum continued to leak out in thick streams, soaking both of them, running down the cleft of her ass and pooling on the sheets beneath.

Damian held her through it, one arm locked around her waist, the other still cupping a breast, until the last of his release finally slowed.

Linda lay trembling on top of him, chest heaving, trying and failing to catch her breath. Her inner walls still fluttered in residual spasms around the cock that remained deep inside her, keeping most of the massive load trapped even as more of it slowly dripped free.

Her voice, when it finally returned, was little more than a broken whisper.

"Damian... there’s so much..."

He pressed a slow kiss to the side of her neck and stayed exactly where he was, letting her body continue to tremble and adjust around him while the excess of his seed kept leaking from her in warm, sticky trails.