The World Is Mine For The Taking

212  Chapter 32 - The Fall To Debauchery (6)

It hurts. It hurts.

It hurts.

It really hurts. It felt like something was tearing through me, splitting me in half. The sensation was excruciating, sending shockwaves of pain through my body, and tears immediately welled up in my eyes. I could feel a warm trickle from where he was inside me. I looked down, my vision blurred by tears, and saw blood dripping onto the floor. I had really been deflowered. The virginity I had saved for the professor was now gone, taken by someone I didn't love. That realization cut deeper than any physical pain.

"You're really the worst, Leon," I spat out, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and pain.

"My, you're blaming me again, even though you begged me to put it in," he replied, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"T-That was just...!" I started to protest, but my words were cut off as he pulled out halfway and then thrust back into me with force.

"Hiiii!" I cried out, my voice breaking as a mixture of pain and unbearable pleasure coursed through me. He was so skilled at this. As he moved inside me, his fingers expertly crawled over my breasts, pinching my nipples, and then between my legs, teasing my thing as he thrust deeper into me. The dual sensations were overwhelming. I was terrified that as he continued, my disgust would melt into unwanted pleasure at a frightening rate. His relentless rhythm, the way he knew exactly where to touch, made my body betray me, responding to his every move despite the revulsion and anger simmering inside me.

The slightest movement of his hips sent a sharp, searing pain through my wound, as if salt were being mercilessly rubbed into it.

"It hurts! Ow! It hurts, I say!"

No matter how much I screamed and pleaded, Leon wouldn't stop. He kept thrusting, his hips moving with relentless determination. My body felt like it was being torn into pieces, the agony almost unbearable.

But...

That was what should have been happening. And yet... amidst the excruciating pain, there was a strange sensation building up inside me. "You're saying it hurts, but your pussy is squeezing me tight. You have a rape fetish, don't you?"

There was no way I was like that. I could deny it with every fiber of my being, but an itch was spreading in my groin, igniting a shameful heat. Despite the discomfort, despite the degradation...

"Hnngg~! Hnnn! Hnnn!" n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Why... Why was I making such sounds? Even though it was him? Just why?

I stared at my own reflection. The woman looking back at me had an expression of pure, unrestrained pleasure. Her tongue was lolling out, and her eyes were glazed over with ecstasy. It was hard to believe that woman was me. I couldn't believe it.

Why was I making such an expression? Just why?

I had no idea, but I was scared. I wanted someone to help me. Professor... Prince Julius... Help me. Because if this went on any longer, I might just fall into his hands completely.

"Hngg, ahhn, ahhh, ahhh."

I wanted to resist, but my body refused to listen. Was letting this happen really all I could do?

"Ahhh, n-no...!"

I clutched the edge of my maid uniform's skirt tightly as he pounded me from behind. Each thrust sent waves of raw, intense pleasure crashing through me. My senses were overwhelmed, my mind drowning in the sensation. The storm of ecstasy raged inside my body, building with every movement. I could feel it, the inevitable peak. I was cumming.

I could hear the slick sounds of our bodies connecting, his thing plunging deeper into me. My insides clenched around him, betraying my body's unwanted pleasure. Tears of humiliation mixed with my cries of reluctant ecstasy. Every thrust felt like a hammer blow, shattering my resolve and replacing it with an unbearable, undeniable need.

"Please... stop...," I whimpered, my voice weak and breathless, knowing it was futile. My grip tightened on the skirt, knuckles white, as if holding on to it could anchor me to some semblance of dignity. The truth was inescapable: I was lost in the overwhelming sensation, teetering on the edge of release.

The friction, the heat, the relentless rhythm of his thrusts—it all pushed me closer to the brink. My thoughts fragmented, dissolving into pure, unadulterated sensation. I felt my muscles tighten, my back arch involuntarily, and then it hit me. The climax tore through me like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path. I was cumming, and there was no turning back.

"Ahhh! I'm... cumming!" I cried out, the words torn from my lips in a mix of pleasure and despair. "NnnNnnnNnNnnnnnn~!!!"

My body convulsed, a torrent of pleasure surging through me, leaving me gasping and trembling in its wake. I struggled to stifle the moan that tore from my lips, but my muscles betrayed me, clenching around him as I reached my peak.

"If you tighten like that, I'll cum...!" he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

My eyes widened in shock. "C-Cum? Inside me?"

"Where else? Prostitutes take it all, you know?" he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"No way, I could get pregnant!"

"Well, that's the risk. But what else can you do? Just accept it."

Was he really going to cum inside me? Oh no, if he did, there was no going back! I had to stop him.

But something inside me wanted it. What would it feel like to be filled with his seed? Despite my protests, there was a part of me that yearned to experience it.

"Here it goes...!" Leon exclaimed as he pounded me faster this time.

"Hyaaaa! Nooo, pleaseeee!" I pleaded with him, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears. I could feel myself cumming again from the rough sensation of his thrusts. I desperately tried to suppress my climax, but my body betrayed me further and further. It seemed like my body wanted to sync with his, to surrender completely to him. Would I truly become his at this point?

"I'm cumming...!" he growled from behind me.

"Aaahm n-no!"

His hands tightened around my hips, anchoring me in place as he drew back, then thrust into me with a force that stole my breath. The room reverberated with the sound of our bodies colliding, the sensation of his thing plunging deep, piercing my womb.

"Hyigh!"

I opened my eyes wide, startled by the intense sensation coursing through me, emitting an unladylike sound reminiscent of a squashed frog. Then, in the next heartbeat, his thing, pressing against the depths of my womb, erupted with an explosive force.

"Ah, ahhhhhhhh! I-It's coming out! It's spurting out! It's so hot! Ahhh, I'm cummmmmmmmming!"

His cum, scalding and relentless, slapped against the walls of my insides, creating a visceral, wet symphony. Each splatter sent shivers down my spine as it crawled through the depths of my stomach, evoking both disgust and a strange, forbidden pleasure. And as his orgasm cascaded, I too surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy, my own climax unfolding in waves that left me feeling as if my very essence had melted away.

"Kuahhh... ahhh..."

I panted as I looked down. Beneath me, on the floor, was white cum dripping down from our connection, tainted with a hint of blood. It made me feel disgusted, or at least I tried to force myself to feel that way. If I didn't, I might admit to myself that it felt good. And that was something I couldn't afford to acknowledge. If I didn't do that, I might never recover.

Leon gripped my chin and forced me to look up, confronting my reflection. My eyes were glazed with desire, my tongue hanging out of my mouth in a lewd expression of pleasure. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, and a trail of snot ran down my nose. This wasn't the dignified woman of the Sierra household. This was the face of a woman enslaved by pleasure.

"Did that feel good?" Leon's voice brushed against my ear, sending a wave of tingles down my spine.

I gulped nervously. Oh no. If I answered, I might lose myself completely. I had to remember, I was a woman in love with Professor Sesillian, and we were on the brink of starting a relationship. If I graduated, we could finally be together. So, I had to resist. No matter what.

However...

"It... it felt amazing~" I mumbled, my tongue still hanging out of my mouth.

"You don't say?" Leon smirked. "Well, why don't we keep going? Let's move to the bed."

"Y-Yeshhh..." I replied, eagerly following his lead. I willingly climbed onto the bed, lying beside the woman who had just shared his bed moments ago. Looking at him, I spread my legs in anticipation. "F-Fuck me again, M-Mashter..."

I couldn't comprehend what was happening to me. It felt like my body was no longer under my control.