Violet Purplecrow #02 - Drowning in First-Time Pleasure
Overwhelmed by the pleasure of sex for the first time in her life, Violet Purplecrow couldn’t pull herself together at all. Every time their skin met, Artin’s solid hardness felt wonderful. Their hot, shared breaths, the faint scent of wine on Artin’s lips, the burning heat of his body, and those strong arms holding her so tightly—everything was a brand-new experience.
‘This… this is nothing like my first kiss. The other girls said they enjoyed this so much…?’ She couldn’t understand it. Even now, after accepting his first thrust, the slightest movement of Artin’s hips made her entire body tremble so violently she couldn’t think straight. The pain of her hymen tearing had long since been washed away by the joy of uniting with the man she loved and the sheer ecstasy of sex itself.
‘I heard Shao Mei does it four or five times in a single session…! How can anyone keep going like this?!’
Thrust— As Artin’s hips snapped forward again, Violet unconsciously let out a delicate moan and clutched desperately at his back.
“Hngh… A-Artin…♡”
Normally, Violet would have worried about scratching him with her nails, but her mind had gone completely white. The sensation of something thick and rigid stirring all the way to the deepest part of her, reaching the entrance of her womb—a place she had never felt before—was overwhelmingly intense.
“Is it too much? Should I be gentler?”
“Haa… No, keep… keep going…♡”
To Artin, however, this leisurely pace wasn’t tiring in the slightest. After experiencing frantic, animalistic sex with beastmen in heat and succubus-like creatures, this slow, intimate rhythm felt almost relaxing. Of course, if anyone asked whether it felt less pleasurable, he would shake his head without hesitation. Taming Violet with gentle, loving sex was a fresh experience for him too.
‘If I press right here and slowly grind my body against hers like this…’
Hngh!? When Violet reached another light climax, her eyes fluttering, Artin felt a strange mix of satisfaction and fulfillment. To color a woman experiencing her first time with his own shade. An opportunity an ordinary man might only taste once, Artin had already enjoyed more times than he could count on one hand, and he was beginning to feel a peculiar addiction to it.
‘So this is why those golden-sun bastards go after virgins? No wonder the unicorns hate them.’
The raw, unspoiled freshness that came before a woman truly awakened to sex was the very essence of a first experience. His time with Olga—when she had been so sensitive she could only pant helplessly as he drove into her—had felt good, but it left him wanting something more. Sex with Violet, however, was the pure distillation of that freshness, melting away any lingering dissatisfaction in an instant.
“Haa… Haang…♡”
Even while panting roughly, the way she tried her clumsy best to move her hips to please him was adorable. When he stimulated her breasts and thrust at the same time, the overwhelming pleasure from both sides left her trembling and helpless. Just watching her made him want to tease her a little.
‘…No. I have to hold back. This is all for Violet.’
Recalling how she had asked him not to be too mischievous, Artin quickly regained his composure. Instead of tormenting her nipples or rubbing her clit, he gently ran his fingers through her pink hair.
“Mmm… I like it when you stroke my hair…”
“You do? Should I keep going?”
Violet nodded eagerly, tilting her head further toward him. Even though they were in missionary position and she didn’t need to reach out, the way she begged to be petted by offering her head was so cute that Artin pressed his body flush against hers and slowly caressed her hair.
“…Huu… It would be nice if Artin’s hands were just a little bigger.”
“Bigger hands? Are you talking about last time?”
“Yes… No calluses is nice, but… I like big hands more…♡ Hngh…♡”
It seemed Violet truly enjoyed acting spoiled during sex. Artin made a mental note of it. Every time he stroked her hair or held her tight, her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically—something Violet herself didn’t notice, but Artin could feel clearly.
‘Well, during the third round she was always spoiled and cried a lot too.’
While Shao Mei, who was like a little sister, and his disciple Al-Miraj preferred intense sex, the outwardly elegant Agnes and Violet both loved being pampered in bed. The irony wasn’t lost on him.
“A-Artin… You’re holding back because of me, aren’t you? You… you can move now…♡”
When Violet saw his expression and began begging again in that delicate voice, Artin didn’t hesitate. He began thrusting properly. Of course, Violet had already climaxed countless times from his gentle movements alone, but she was a little bothered that he still hadn’t finished even once.
‘…He came so hard inside Olga…’
She wasn’t angry with him. After all, she had been the one to ask for gentleness. Still, she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of envy for Olga, who had been filled so completely. For a moment she even considered dispelling the contraception magic on herself, but she didn’t want to interfere with Artin’s resolve, so she quickly changed her mind.
“Haa, ngh…♡ Fill me up inside… with lots of your baby seed…♡”
Whispering those words into his ear had an immediate effect. Artin’s movements changed completely.
“Hik?! It’s so rough♡ Too♡ strong♡ Huaaang♡”
The sudden rapid thrusting was far too intense for Violet, who had only just had her first experience. Yet Artin didn’t stop. He pounded against her womb with purpose. He had decided to mark the future great archmage as his own by filling her with his cum.
“I’m going to cum now…! Take every last drop…!”
“Hnguuuk♡”
As Artin pressed his hips down firmly, the thick head of his cock slowly forced open her cervix. Violet could only tremble helplessly. Holding her tightly so she couldn’t move, Artin flooded her womb with the thick seed she had begged for.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
“Hnguuuu…”
The climax that washed over Violet was completely different from her earlier light orgasms. This was the overwhelming pleasure of being conquered. Her whole body shook as if struck by lightning. If not for Artin’s warmth surrounding her, she might have fainted.
When the seemingly endless ejaculation finally stopped and Artin slowly pulled out, the tension left Violet’s body all at once. She went completely limp.
“Huu… That felt good. Didn’t it, Violet?”
“Hnguu…”
“…Violet?”
After pulling out, Artin looked down at her while considering their next position and immediately sensed something was wrong.
“…I’m sleepy… I want to sleep…”
“…Wait, you’re going to sleep?!”
It was only natural. Unlike the other women with boundless stamina, Violet had ordinary physical limits. One complete, satisfying orgasm left her body utterly content. And a truly satisfied woman would be hit with a powerful wave of lethargy and sleepiness.
Artin, who had only ever slept with martial-artist heroines and non-human women, had never encountered this before.
“You said I could use you all day today…”
“…Zzz…”
She was already fast asleep. Seeing Violet breathing softly, Artin could only click his tongue.
‘…I only came twice. What now?’
Having held back to focus on pleasuring Violet, he was far from satisfied. He had expected to serve her all night, but she had passed out after a single round.
‘Having too much stamina comes with problems like this, huh…? Still, it’s better than the alternative.’
While wondering what to do, Artin’s gaze fell on Olga, who still hadn’t regained consciousness.
“…No. No matter what, forcing Olga would be wrong.”
He could endure a few days. Comforted by that thought, Artin gently covered both Olga and Violet with a blanket and decided to leave.
He would never know that Al-Miraj, who had been watching the entire scene, had nearly tried to join their orgy only to give up because of the overwhelming pressure from Mephistopheles, who hadn’t even properly held hands with Artin yet.
Just in case, I washed up in the bathroom attached to the underground bedroom. When I came out, I felt strangely excited. Of course I hadn’t been able to cum as much as I wanted, but so what.
‘My first time with Olga and Violet… It was nice…’
Learning that Olga wasn’t actually a genuinely good person but a terrifying woman who only pretended to be was certainly a shock. Still, the fact that she had become mine was a happy thing.
But now that I thought about it, the members of my harem were starting to look rather terrifying.
‘How on earth am I supposed to announce our marriage…?’
I was confident I could get permission for Agnes, the imperial princess. With Shao Mei, I could probably manage if I got Zorba’s help. But when it came to Violet’s family, the unicorns, the demon race, devils, and the Saintess… even I had to admit it was a complete circus. The road ahead suddenly felt daunting.
At least Sion, the normal knight, seemed like the easiest to handle.
‘…As expected, the only real answer is to crush the Demon King and become the hero of the world, huh?’
There was a way forward. Whether it was the Emperor of the Empire, the Heavenly Emperor, the War God, the Archmage, or the Northern Church—if a member of the hero party that defeated the Demon King declared he was going to build a harem, they would probably show some leniency.
“Yeah. In this life, I’ll just take down the Demon King. If I team up with Kaien and push forward together, it might be easier than I think.”
I had cheat-like heroines on my side, and plenty of fortuitous encounters still waiting. Only a little over a month had passed, so it didn’t feel impossible. No, honestly, it was completely doable.
“That’s right. I’m Blood Punch. All I have to do is achieve my harem.”
My heart began to flutter as I imagined raising little Artin Juniors in a peaceful harem someday. I hoped our children would grow up bright and cheerful, receiving plenty of love from their parents without any darkness in their hearts.
To make that happen, I would have to work hard, but I was more than willing to bear that burden.
‘I’ve come a long way from the orphan Yang Hee-min. Well done, Artin!’
With light steps, I entered the dormitory. It was already past three in the morning, so Kaien was probably asleep. I opened the door carefully.
“Let’s see… I should sleep for now and study hard when I wake up.”
The highest priority was still being recognized as the Companion of the Hero and earning the Crown Prince’s approval. As long as I cleared the events that would happen during midterms in the meantime, that would be enough.
‘…I should help Professor Senia after all. I owe her a lot from the alchemy club.’
She would probably find herself in danger again during that time, since she was part of the death-flag squad. I hated it when people who had helped me died, so no matter how the story changed, I would save her.
“I~ anyway~ no matter how the plot changes~ it doesn’t matter.. ugh?!”
After changing into my sleep gown and opening the bedroom door, a powerful impact struck the back of my head and my consciousness began to fade.
“Ah… an assassin…?!”
Who would suddenly attack me? In that brief moment, the only possibilities I could think of were a heretic Olga hadn’t dealt with or an assassin sent by the kingdom’s noble faction.
“Re… regression… no…!”
Despite my blurring vision, I somehow kept myself from collapsing and staggered as I turned around.
Thud!
But I couldn’t withstand the next blow. I collapsed.
Damn it. To think I would regress like this…
“…Huk, huk.”
Caien—no, Caren—who had struck the back of Artin’s head twice with the edge of her hand, looked down at him with bloodshot eyes, breathing raggedly.
“He’s… asleep, right? Artin?”
After confirming Artin had lost consciousness, Caren immediately channeled holy power to heal his wounds, then used the power of a fire spirit to light the hypnotic incense she had hidden in the room.
“If you’re asleep… then there’s no chance you’ll find out, is there? It’s your fault, Artin. For making me wait…!”
Three in the morning. The twisted Caren lifted Artin onto her shoulders and began carrying him toward the bed.