A Legend Rewritten
Leaving behind the heat that had seared the valley of her breasts, I laid Diana gently down upon the silk sheets.
Her chestnut hair spilled across the white pillow like scattered petals.
The urge to come kept surging, a heavy, relentless pressure in my gut, but I crushed it down with superhuman patience. I was going to give this legendary beauty the greatest memory of her life.
"Ah… my lord…"
She looked up at me, her legs drawing shyly together. Fear still lingered in those wet eyes — and beneath it, a hunger that could no longer bear to refuse me.
I eased her slender knees apart and set the head of my cock against the flushed, glistening mouth of her sex.
"Do not be afraid, Juliet. Beyond this pain, a heaven you cannot yet imagine is waiting for you."
I kissed her forehead, sweet and slow, and began to press my hips forward — gently, inch by inch.
A sharp sting. Then a wet, yielding slide—
"Ah! Ah… aaah!"
The narrow, dense walls of a maidenhood that had never been opened screamed and split before my bulk. The alien sensation of classical purity being destroyed wrapped around my cock and shot through my entire body at once. It was electric.
Diana clutched my shoulders hard enough for her nails to bite, her head thrown back, and a single clear tear slipped from between her long lashes and traced down her cheek.
I paused, waiting for her to adjust to the overwhelming size of me. The feeling of those hot, tight inner walls clamping down as if they meant to crush my cock was intoxicating to the point of agony. They twitched and clenched, over and over.
When her ragged breathing began to settle, I drove in again — deep, all at once, all the way to the mouth of her womb.
A wet, heavy thrust—!
"Ah…! So full… I am so full inside… It is strange. It hurts, it truly does… and yet something in my belly is tingling, and so hot."
At last, the legendary bud had fully bloomed.
I licked away her tears and began to roll my hips in a gentle rhythm. With every movement her full breasts drew beautiful waves beneath the moonlight, and the legendary Juliet's moans shifted, little by little, from pain to rapture, filling the bedroom.
On this bed I had reached across space and time, I was finally claiming — perfectly, completely — the flesh of the most innocent goddess in human history.
Still buried in her deepest place, I pushed off from the floor and drew up the power of Flight.
"Ah…! My lord, my body…?!"
Our bodies rose, floating above the bed, the scorching sensation of our joined flesh still perfectly intact. Diana, startled beyond measure by a levitation she had never known, threw her arms around my neck as if she meant to crush it. Her full breasts pressed flush against my chest, and our heartbeats bled into one another.
"Do not be afraid. I am the one who descended from the heavens for you alone. Now it is time you saw true paradise."
Holding her, I slipped through the wide-open balcony window and soared out into the night air.
Verona's antique rooftops fell away beneath our feet, and silver moonlight poured over us like the lamps of a temple standing watch.
Suspended in empty sky, I gripped her slender waist and began to piston into her again, heavy and relentless.
Wet slaps. Deep, driving thrusts—!
"Aaaah! Ah, aahng! I am frightened… and yet it feels so wondrous…!"
The liberation wrapping around us was nothing like the friction we had felt on the ground. Every time I drove my hips into her, her body — hanging from me — swayed fluidly through the air with my rhythm. Her chestnut hair streaming on the night wind, her white body shuddering dizzyingly in midair — it was a myth unto itself.
The thrilling terror of falling paradoxically honed her senses to their absolute limit. Every time my cock struck deep inside her, Diana screamed across the empty sky and raked her nails down my back. She could no longer tell whether she was on the earth or in the heavens. She clung to my body alone and threw herself into the waves of pleasure.
"Ah, aah… This must be heaven itself. God hath sent you to me…!"
The moment terror transmuted into vast rapture. Her eyes rolled back as she trembled, taking every one of my movements into her very soul.
The shadows of two bodies coupling like a dance beneath the moonlight stretched long across the ancient city of Verona, and the legendary beauty was now witnessing perfect paradise in the arms of a man who had transcended time and space.
The fierce pistoning as we cut across Verona's night sky went on for a long while. Diana hung in the air, clutching my neck with desperate strength, and sank her white teeth into my shoulder as she drowned in the first climax she had ever known.
"Aaaah… How can any mortal feel such a thing… Are you truly a god…"
When her ragged breathing gradually subsided and the strength left her body, I held her and slipped back through the balcony into the secret bedroom.
I set my feet slowly on the floor and drew my cock, still filling her hot, tight inner walls, slowly out of her.
A wet, sucking slide—
"Ah… haah…"
A thread of mixed saliva and juices trailed from where we had been joined, and as the massive presence that had filled her withdrew, Diana looked at me with wet eyes, seized by an emptiness she could not name. For a woman who had tasted heaven only moments before, the absence of my cock was an unbearable loss in itself.
I offered a sweet smile to her dazed expression.
"Now then. This time it will feel even better than before. Let me fully appreciate this beautiful back of yours."
I took her by the shoulders, turned her around, and had her get down on all fours. Then I took her white, smooth ass in both hands and lifted it high.
Innocent Juliet had no idea how humiliating this position was, nor what would come next. She surrendered her body as she was told, out of nothing but blind faith in me.
Her taut ass, raised high in the moonlight, gleamed like ripe fruit, and beneath it the slit flushed from our earlier coupling parted shyly, glistening with her juices. Even as shame colored her face, the legendary figure waiting for my next touch, swaying her hips, was obscenely, devastatingly sexy.
I admired the perfect curve of her narrow waist and full buttocks, and prepared once more to bury myself in her deepest place. Her white, luscious ass, raised in the moonlight, looked as tempting as an offering laid before a god.
I seized her narrow waist and, this time, drove in all at once toward that flushed, wet, parted place.
A heavy, wet thrust—!
"Aaaah! Ah, aahng! So deep… you reach so far within me!"
A single stroke mashed all the way to the mouth of her womb, and Diana collapsed forward with a scream. I didn't stop. Spreading her full ass with both hands, I began to pound my hips at a bestial pace.
Wet slaps. Smack. Smack—!
Every time I struck her hard, bead-like drops of sweat formed on her smooth white back and glittered like jewels in the moonlight, and her tangled chestnut hair whipped like a lash. In this prone position her large breasts were crushed against the bed, spreading dizzyingly to the sides, and they rolled like waves in time with the vibration of my thrusts as she gasped for breath.
"Ah, aah… Romeo! Nay — my lord…! Your heat is rending my insides asunder. And yet… why is this agony so sweet? My body, my very soul — it is as though they are being crushed and broken utterly beneath your vast presence!"
She poured out lines mixed with passionate moans, like an actress performing the climax of a tragic film. The innocence she had preserved, embalmed across decades, was collapsing in ruin beneath my rough sadism.
"Harder… take me yet more fiercely! Defile my insides with your mark. I would become your slave and fall unto the very end of this hell of pleasure… Aaaah! Aah!"
Her sweat-slick, gleaming back, and that legendary voice gone mad with pleasure, shame forgotten. I spanked her ass hard enough to leave red handprints, corrupting the most innocent goddess of the 1960s into my perfect sexual toy.
"Aaaaaaaaaah~~~"
The bedroom filled with moans that were nearly screams and the relentless, wet percussion of flesh on flesh. Moonlight shattered across Diana's sweat-glossed, smooth back, and her crushed breasts bounced pitifully every time I drove in harder.
I was at my limit. The enormous explosive force I had been holding back through the penthouse and the fitness center surged up my spine like magma.
"Ah…! Aaaah! It comes…! It comes! Again… I feel I shall burn from within! Nngh—"
Diana's eyes rolled back. She threw her head back and arched her whole body like a bow. I gripped her narrow waist as if I meant to crush it, drove my cock all the way to the mouth of her womb, and held it there.
"Juliet, take my cum…! So you'll never forget. I'm coming — it's coming — ah, fuck!!"
A thick, pulsing gush—!
At last, like a dam bursting, hot, viscous semen condensed from decades of time poured into the deepest part of her womb like a waterfall.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Diana screamed, her whole body shuddering at the pressure of a hot liquid she had never felt in her life. Her narrow, hot inner walls convulsed as if wringing my cock, and I rode that rapturous pressure all the way through the crest of my orgasm. The white semen erupting without end filled her womb and still wasn't enough — it overflowed back through the seam of our joining, soaking her white thighs and the bedsheets.
"Haah, haah… within me… it is so hot. Something fills me so completely, I fear my belly shall burst…"
Even after I finished coming, I didn't pull out. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. Diana gasped for breath with a vacant expression, tears falling at this strange and magnificent fullness stirring inside her womb.
The legendary Juliet of the 1960s was now filled to her deepest place with my mark, forever the slave of a man she would never forget.
Before the afterglow of that scorching climax had even faded, the warm sensation of her walls clamping around my cock began to recede in a strange way. Diana's once-vivid white skin and the candlelit bedroom began to blur and bleed, like a watercolor left in the rain.
"Ah…! Do not go! I beg of you, leave me not alone!"
As my body began to scatter into particles of light, the legendary Juliet poured out tears and clung desperately toward my fading afterimage in the air. The instant her scream struck my ears, my vision sank once more into a crushing darkness.
Sequence Terminated
"…Haah, haah!"
I opened my eyes, gasping for breath, and what greeted me was the familiar ceiling of my own room. The throb of bruises crossed with the lingering softness of her skin on my fingertips.
Had it all been a dream? As if possessed, I reached for the old album lying on the bed.
"No way…"
The moment I opened Diana Hussey's page with trembling hands, I sucked in a breath. Had her very personality changed — and had that change bled into the film itself?
The woman in the photograph was no longer the Juliet I had known, the very byword for innocence. The modest dress had become a sensual costume cut deep at the cleavage, and those once-clear eyes now held a vicious, man-luring allure.
The film Romeo and Juliet itself had been completely rewritten because of me. The tragic virgin was now embalmed as the most seductive, provocative heroine in cinema history, wearing a knowing smile in the photograph — aimed at me.
"I… rewrote a legend."
The moment my semen soaked her womb, humanity's remembered icon of purity vanished. In her place remained only a sexy Juliet, tamed by a single man, doomed to crave pleasure for the rest of her life as she fell.
A thrill mixed with rapture ran through me as I brought my fingers to the photograph. The arrogant certainty that I could mold even legend to my taste wrapped around my entire body.