Chapter 806 - First Time in Rough Play
The scream tore from her throat like something ripped from the roots. Her back bowed off the bed, her slender frame arching, her mouth open and tongue out, eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. Her hands, which had been covering her face, flew to his chest — not pushing, not pulling, just gripping, her nails digging into golden skin.
"No! It’s— it’s too big, I can’t— it’s splitting me— Anhgh~!!"
Blood seeped around his shaft. A thin, bright red line that ran down to the white silk beneath her, blooming into a stain that looked like a flower opening. Virgin blood. The proof of what had just been taken.
He continued. Slowly. Deliberately. Inch by inch, feeding his length into her canal. Five inches. Six. The bulge appeared in her lower abdomen — a visible, physical distortion where his cock head pressed outward against her interior wall, distending the flat plane of her stomach.
Shen Yue looked down. She could see it. The shape of him, moving beneath her skin, the outline of his cock head visible through her flesh like a hand pressing through a sheet.
’He’s inside me. I can see him inside me. My belly is— oh gods, my belly is stretching around him—’
Seven inches. Eight. The head reached her cervix — the tight, never-breached ring that guarded the entrance to her womb. The pressure was enormous, a deep, internal fullness that made her whole body shake.
"Please! Please, slow down!" she screamed, and the words came out broken, syllables shattered by the rhythm of his intrusion. "It’s hitting my— my womb! Please! Anhgh~!!"
But he wasn’t listening to her words. He was listening to her body — and her body, flooded with divine qi from his cock, was opening. The cervix, under the steady pressure of divine energy, was softening. Yielding.
While his cock was buried in Shen Yue, his hands found Shen Ling. He pulled her up, repositioning her on the bed — standing on her knees beside him, her pussy at the level of his face. He lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, her bare sole pressing against his shoulder blade, spreading her open. Her hairy mound, her virgin slit, her swollen pink lips — all of it presented to his mouth like a ripe fruit.
He sucked. His tongue found her clit with unerring accuracy — the stiff, sensitive nub, engorged with the divine qi that had been flooding the room — and licked it with a broad, flat stroke that made Shen Ling’s entire body jolt.
"Hah—!" Her hand flew to his hair. Her fingers gripped, not pulling away but holding on, because her legs were giving out. Her thigh on his shoulder trembled violently. "What— what are you— oh— oh gods—"
His teeth found her clit. He bit. Not hard enough to wound — just hard enough to send a bolt of electricity through her entire nervous system, a sharp, white-hot spark that merged pain and pleasure into something her body had no framework for processing.
"AAANGH~!!" Shen Ling’s scream matched her sister’s. Her body convulsed, her pussy gushing, a thin clear stream splashing against his chin and running down his neck. Her first orgasm — ripped from her by a mouth and teeth and divine qi — crashed through her like a wave breaking on cliffs.
He bit again. A small drop of blood welled from her clit, and the pain merged with the aftershocks of her orgasm in a way that made her vision go white.
"Brother... I’m... I’m coming..." she gasped, and the words made no sense — why was she calling for her brother while coming on another man’s mouth? — but her mind wasn’t producing coherent thoughts anymore.
Meanwhile, his cock was moving in Shen Yue. In and out, in and out — the slow, deliberate rhythm of a man who had all night and knew it. The sound filled the chamber. Wet, obscene, the slick squelch of blood and arousal and divine fluids.
Pah... pah... pah...
Each thrust drove deeper. Each thrust pushed the bulge in her belly further, distending her stomach in a rhythm that matched his pace. Shen Yue had stopped screaming. She was beyond screaming. She was making sounds that weren’t even words anymore — guttural, broken, animal sounds that came from somewhere below her throat.
"Anhgh~!! Hnngh~!! OUNGH~!!"
The cervix yielded. His cock pushed through the ring, the tight muscle finally surrendering to the divine pressure, and the head entered her womb. The sensation — the deep, impossible, reality-breaking sensation of having her most sacred chamber breached — sent Shen Yue into an orgasm so violent that her entire body seized. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft with enough force to crush steel, and a spray of clear fluid arced from between her legs, splashing onto the already-ruined sheets.
PAAAH!
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"
He pulled out. The withdrawal made a wet, obscene, sucking sound — her pussy lips clinging to his shaft, reluctant to release him, stretching outward before finally letting go with a pop. His cock emerged slicked with blood and juice and cum, the crimson head glossy and still pulsing.
He stroked himself. Three, four rapid pumps of his fist along the shaft — and the divine seed erupted.
The first rope of cum hit Shen Yue’s stomach. Thick, white, hot enough that she felt the temperature of it against her skin. The second landed across her breasts, painting the perky mounds, pooling in the valley between them. The third caught her face — cheek, lips, the corner of her eye. The fourth splattered her thighs. Rope after rope, until her entire torso was glazed with his seed, the white fluid stark against her flushed skin.
She lay there. Twitching. Broken. Her eyes were open but focused on nothing, staring at the ceiling as if the answer to what had just happened to her might be written there. Her pussy — swollen, raw, blood-smeared, leaking his precum — throbbed with each beat of her heart.
He moved to Shen Ling.
Her eyes went wide. The post-orgasmic haze evaporated. She tried to scoot backward on the bed, her hands scrambling against the silk, but his hand closed around her ankle and pulled her back with the ease of reeling in a fish.
"No— wait— please, I just— I need a moment—"
He didn’t give her a moment.
His cock, still hard, still slick with her sister’s blood, pressed against her entrance. Her virgin slit. The head found the opening, and she felt the heat of him — not just physical heat but divine heat, the qi radiating from his cock into her most sensitive flesh.
"Please— it’s too big, I saw what it did to Sister Yue, please—"
He pushed. Two inches. The stretch was the same — impossible, burning, her body’s virgin walls clenching in futile resistance. Three inches. The hymen tore.
"AAANGH~!!"
Her scream was rawer than her sister’s — less surprised, more pained, as if she had known exactly what was coming and the knowing made it worse. Blood seeped onto the sheets. Another stain, beside the first. Two red flowers blooming on white silk.
He pushed deeper. Inch by inch. Her canal, tighter than her sister’s — or perhaps just less prepared — gripped him like a vice. The divine qi softened her, opened her, but the stretch was still enormous. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his cock as it moved deeper into her body.
At six inches, the bulge appeared. Shen Ling looked down, and her breath caught. She could see him inside her. The shape of his cock head, pressing outward against her abdominal wall, distending the flat plane of her stomach.
"My— my belly— I can see— Anhgh~!!"
Eight inches. Ten. The cervix. The pressure. The yielding.
PAAAH!
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"