Virgin Opening Ceremony (1)
At my command to spread her pussy, Morgana visibly flinched in panic.
Anyone would react like that.
Even under hypnosis.
"Pussy... why to you?"
"Because I couldn't cum yet, so I'm borrowing another spot. This is an important procedure, so please don't mind and follow my instructions."
"O-okay... honey."
Of course, even the tiniest spark of resistance fades after a few words from me. So damn easy. Must be because the initiative has fully shifted to me.
"Just spread your pussy open for me with both hands. I'll give you an evaluation first."
"E-evaluation? That's ridiculous..."
"Morgana!"
Fuck, why does she have to nitpick everything? This insolent vampire bitch.
She's smarter than Rasca, that's for sure. And there's some magical resistance letting her push back like this.
I don't get why she can't just accept it and go along.
"You know dragging this out like this could cause problems, right? Let's stop here."
"Ugh... I don't need to scream or anything, honey!"
"You know this just wastes more time? Hurry up and show me your pussy."
Even then, Morgana hesitated for a moment. Then she adjusted her position, spread her legs toward me, and used her hands to yank her pussy lips wide open.
How many times had I shoved my fingers in there? Even back then, her juices had gushed out, soaking the floor.
"Nice color."
"…."
"My wife has the same shade. Pretty... and she's got her lips sealed tight. Proving your virginity, Morgana."
"…."
"That tight little hole will definitely milk my cock dry once I slide in."
"Y-you don't have to say that."
"No, I do. If I had to grade your pussy, it'd be S-grade."
I kept going. This wasn't sexual harassment—it was sexual praise, so it was fine to continue.
"S-grade. Do you know how impressive that is?"
"…Not really."
"It means your pussy is in the top 0.1%. How's that feel? A little proud, maybe?"
"I-I don't know about that. I just…."
Whether it was joy from the nonstop sexual compliments or plain shame, her pussy started pooling with juices that dripped down.
Can't hold back anymore…!
She spread it wide like she was showing off. Even yanked like that, the entrance stayed narrow. Sliding in there would feel incredible.
Still too early, though. I'd toy with her a bit more before wrecking that pussy. Time to make her pay for messing up my face.
"Now, the opposite. Give me an honest evaluation of my cock."
"I'm not the literary type for…."
"Just do what I did. Did I use any fancy words? Not at all."
At that, Morgana squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them wide and stared intently at my cock.
"It's big."
"It is big."
"And thick. Way thicker than my fingers... Doesn't match your small frame at all."
"I hear that a lot—my cock's huge compared to my body. And?"
Tell it like it is. No hesitation.
I pressed my cock against her nose to urge her on. Still slick with saliva, she froze like ice at the damp touch.
"Be more honest. What grade would you give my cock?"
"Ah…."
"Come on, like before."
She stayed silent. Too embarrassed to speak right now, huh? Not letting that slide.
"S, S-grade."
"Perfect. Your pussy's S-grade, and my cock's S-grade too."
"Y-yeah, honey. Just a coincidence."
"Coincidence? With us here together like this, it feels more like fate."
Blatant flirting now. Her face flushing red was only natural.
"How about it? Getting even closer."
"Ridiculous... Y-you want to fuck me right now?"
Yes.
This wasn't a massage—it was pure sex appeal. To this woman.
"An imp like you, with me…."
"So what? Good woman, good man. We're here together. Mating's only natural."
"Insane! I have zero reason to mate with you."
"Really? None at all?"
Think a little harder—there has to be something. Why play hard to get?
I pressed my cock against her soaking entrance. She spasmed at the sight.
But soon settled. Feeling the texture, maybe.
"Morgana, honestly, it feels like fate brought us together."
"Fate...? You're an imp. Money-grubbing scum of the earth."
"Then we match even better."
What's so bad about imps? In my eyes, they earn legit cash, way better than gangsters raking in crime money.
Different mindsets, though. Like 19th-century American racism.
Time to fix that shitty prejudice first.
"But you're a vampire too, right? Sucking other people's blood…."
"What? You insolent imp, comparing noble bloodsucking to your vulgar money-grubbing."
Ignoring her, I thrust my hips forward.
Squelch... My cock parted her soft pussy lips and slid in. Just the tip so far, but that alone made her squirt.
"No manners at all."
"Ahh…."
"I barely put it in, and you're already squirting."
"H-how is this a massage?!"
"It is. Want me to explain the effects? Stimulating the inner walls with my cock activates nerves, boosts blood flow, loosens knots."
If inner pussies even get knots. As if this woman's some slime.
"Th-this... this is a massage too?"
"Why would I lie about something so obvious?"
"No, this doesn't look like a massage at all…."
"No. It is a massage."
"A cock and pussy meeting is a massage…?"
No use denying it forever—she had to know deep down. Reality's hard to swallow, apparently.
"Massage. Yes. Stop denying it."
"Ughhh…."
"Shall we continue the massage? Or stop here?"
"I…."
Freezing up again. Really struggling to accept it. But her body already knew.
Massage or not, shoving my cock deeper would bring ultimate pleasure.
Her body couldn't deny it. Not without my permission.
"Morgana."
How many times had I said that? Just accept it already, you whore!
"Fine. Keep going. Y-you think I don't know about this massage? I read about it in a book from the East. Pussy massage—stirring it with a cock, right?"
"Heh heh heh heh."
"Why laugh! Did I get it wrong? Mocking a True Ancestor? I could hang you up and display you for that rudeness!"
Never thought she'd dodge like this.
I admit it, Morgana. You're the best woman.
Her defense mechanism kicked in—anything to avoid looking ignorant.
That's why she okayed the sex. What a hilarious farce.
"Exactly. Now you get it, Morgana. Alright! On your stomach, then?"
"Ah... yeah, pussy massages are done face-down. Good thing I know the basics."
Morgana eagerly flipped onto her stomach on the bed. Just like my first massage.
"Stick your ass out a bit."
"Of course."
"Good. Now, let's start the massage proper."
"Yeah... do whatever, honey."
Whatever I want? Fine, I'll do that. But not how you want it.
I reached out and yanked her snowy white hair hard.
Grip—! Her head snapped back, face to the ceiling.
A woman way stronger than me getting manhandled like this? Thrilling as hell.
"Massage starting now."
Slowly, I teased my lower body forward, plunging into her pussy. Squelch...
Her pussy lips forced wide as my thick shaft burrowed in. Not stopping at the tip this time.
"See? You really were a virgin."
Snap. Her hymen tore right off.