abnabooks Chapter 641 - 640- The Pain of Tight Demon Girlfriend
Chapter 641 - 640- The Pain of Tight Demon Girlfriend
He reached for her.She flinched. Her body jerked backward. Her hands came up — palms out, shaking. The gesture of a woman trying to hold back a tide with her bare hands.
"No — stop — don’t," she whispered. Her voice cracked on every word.
He pulled her.
Slowly. Deliberately. His hand closed around her wrist, and he drew her across the stone floor toward him. She fought — her legs kicking, her free hand grabbing at the rock, her body twisting. But his grip was iron, and her strength was nothing against his.
He hugged her.
His arms wrapped around her trembling body. Pressed her against his chest. His cock — still slick with Evriana’s blood and cum — pressed against her stomach, hot and thick. She could feel it. Feel the veins. Feel the heat. Feel the wetness of another woman’s fluids on her skin.
She trembled against him. Her long nipples pressed into his chest, the bitten, swollen peaks aching against his skin. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps.
He reached down.
His fingers found the hem of her tunic — the thin, demon-fabric garment that was her last barrier. He pulled it up. She grabbed his wrist. Both hands. Fighting. Twisting.
"NO — please — don’t —"
RRRIP.
The fabric tore. The sound was loud in the cave — the violent shredding of cloth being ripped apart by hands that were not patient and not gentle. The pieces fell away. Her body was exposed — the lean, demon-kin frame, the pale blue skin, the heavy tits with their long, dark, bitten nipples. And between her legs — a thin undergarment. The last barrier.
He pressed his cock against her.
Through the fabric. She felt it — the thick, hot, cum-slicked shaft pressing against the thin cloth that covered her pussy. The heat radiated through the fabric. The wetness soaked through. She could feel his heartbeat in his cock.
She fought. Her hands on his chest, pushing. Her legs kicking. Her body twisting. But his arm was around her waist, holding her like a vice, and his other hand was tearing the last piece of fabric away.
RRRIP.
Her pussy was exposed. The tight, pink, never-touched slit — small, delicate, the lips pressed together, a thin line of arousal glistening at the entrance but otherwise untouched. Her hymen was visible. Intact. The thin barrier that she had preserved for Opa.
He placed his cock against it.
The head. Against her entrance. The size difference was obscene — his cockhead was wider than her entire slit. The pink flesh looked like it was trying to swallow something impossible.
He slammed.
PAAAH!!
"AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE~~~!!!♡♡♡!!!"
The scream tore through the cave like a physical force. Her hymen — the thin, preserved, ’I-was-saving-this-for-my-husband’ barrier — shredded on impact. His cock drove through her virginity like it was nothing. Twelve inches of thick, veiny, battering-ram cock tore into a cunt that had never known anything wider than a single finger.
Her walls stretched. Stretched beyond what they were designed to stretch. The pink flesh pulled taut — white at the edges, blood vesselstraining — as his girth forced her open. She felt herself tearing. Felt the tissue giving way. Felt her body being restructured around his cock.
He buried his face in her neck.
Muffling his own groan against her skin. His mouth on her throat, his breath hot, his teeth grazing her pulse point. She smelled like fear and arousal and copper — the copper of her own blood running down her thighs.
She looked at her boyfriend.
Opa. Tangled in the vines. His face was wet — tears streaming, mouth gagged, eyes burning with a rage that had nowhere to go. She met his eyes. Her mouth opened.
"OPA — PLEASE — STOP HIM — PLEASE —"
His eyes were screaming back. ’I can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t —’
Viktor held her arm against the wall. Pinned it above her head. Her other hand was on his chest — pushing, clawing, useless. He started to move his hips.
PAH PAH PAH PAH!!
"AAAHH~!!♡!! IT HURTS — IT HURTS — OPAAA~!!♡♡!!"
Rapid. Merciless. The short, fast, ’I-am-using-your-pussy-and-your-feelings-don’t-matter’ strokes that drove her body against the wall with each impact. Her tits bounced — the heavy, long-nippled flesh swinging wildly, the bitten peaks still raw, still aching, the motion aggravating every mark that Evriana’s teeth had left.
She cried. Screamed. Moaned. All three at once — the sounds blending into a single, continuous, broken wail that echoed off the cave walls.
"IT HURTS — IT HURTS — AAANGH~!!♡♡!! HAAAH~!!♡!! OPAAA~!!♡♡♡!!!"
He kissed her.
Swallowing her scream. His tongue in her mouth, his lips crushing hers, his cock buried in her torn, bleeding cunt. She bit his lip. He didn’t flinch. He fucked her mouth with his tongue the same way he fucked her pussy with his cock — deep, claiming, without permission.
A memory surfaced.
’The demon realm. The night after Opa proposed. She was sitting on his lap, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her waist. "After we marry," she had whispered, her cheeks dark blue with blush, "I want to stay intact until then. I want our first time to be — gentle. Slow. I want you to be careful with me." And Opa had smiled. Kissed her forehead. "I would never hurt you," he had said.’
She trembled.
"I can’t — it won’t fit — it’s too big — it will break me —" she had said about cocks once. To her friends. Laughing. ’A big one would tear me apart,’ she had said, not knowing what she was inviting.
Now she knew.
His thick cock spread her tight, pink pussy — the lips pulled apart, stretched thin around his girth, the flesh white at the edges where it was pulled taut. Her toes were splayed. Curling. Her legs wrapped around his waist — not by choice, but because her body had bucked so hard that her heels had caught behind his back.
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!
"AAAHH~!!♡♡!! STOP — PLEASE — YOU’RE TEARING ME — HAAANGH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
He lifted her.
Both hands under her thighs, lifting her off the ground. Her back against the wall, her legs over his arms, her pussy fully impaled. He fucked her in the air — gravity driving her down onto his cock with each thrust, her weight adding force to the penetration.
Over Opa.
He carried her. Across the cave. Toward the vines. He held her above her boyfriend — the demon man on his knees, looking up at his woman being fucked inches above his head.
Her juices fell.
The mixture — blood, cum, arousal — dripped from where their bodies joined. Drop after drop. Landing on Opa’s face. His woman’s virgin blood. Viktor’s cum from Evriana. Her own arousal. All of it. On his face. In his eyes. In his mouth — the gag prevented him from closing it.
He wept.
The tears mixed with the fluids on his face. He looked up — past the dripping cunt, past the thick cock stretching it, past the heavy balls slapping against her ass — and met her eyes.
She was crying.
"Opa — Opa — I’m sorry — I’m sorry — AAANGH~!!♡♡!!"
He fucked her through every position.
Against the wall. On the ground. Bent over the rock where Evriana had been taken. On her side. On her hands and knees. On her back with her legs over his shoulders. The mating press. Reverse. Each position different, each angle new, each one finding a different part of her cunt to destroy.
PAH PAH PAAH!!
"AAAHH~!!♡♡!! I CAN’T — MORE — I CAN’T TAKE MORE — HAAAH~!!♡♡♡!!!"