Deflowering the Noble Lady on Camera
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A strand of saliva trailed from her lips, flushed red like ripe cherries, forming a translucent thread. The decadent allure of that sight was potent enough to stop the breath of every crew member in the studio.
Could the defilement of innocence be portrayed any better than this?
In reality, Isabel had lost her first kiss to me, and that truth had conjured this very scene from her.
Gulp…!
Pushee expressed his awe by swallowing hard at the masterpiece scene Isabel and I had created, like something straight out of a cinematic triumph.
But this was just the beginning. Lips were merely the first step in conquering a woman's body. I had no intention of stopping there. The script explicitly detailed the vile merchant Shylock claiming the noble lady Airi's virginity.
Heh heh. You called me vulgar, but you're the real prize, aren't you? Did our kiss feel that good? Your pussy's flooding down there. Well, even a cliffside flower like you is just a female at heart. Once a man rams it in, you bitches squeal in delight—it's the natural order.
Hnngh…! N-no, that's not…!
Isabel barely managed a rebuttal, her voice thick with sobs.
She had finally reacted to my ad-lib. Her sincerity was impressive.
What do you mean 'no'? Even with your sopping wet cunt right here, you're denying your true nature? Ha! You're more shameless than a merchant like me.
Isabel's pussy was indeed a flood. The Power of Sex was working its magic reliably. Otherwise, a virgin like her wouldn't be this aroused on a film set.
I brought my hand to her curly pubic hair. It showed signs of neglect, but it wasn't a thick jungle. Probably because she hadn't been an adult for long enough for it to fully grow in.
Hmph! Dressing neatly means nothing when this is such a mess. I can't stand filth. I'll clean it up nice and tidy for you later.
A new addition to the Vicious Merchant 2 scenario. Isabel's pussy needed grooming—and I'd do it myself.
Hnngh…! It's not dirty…!
Ignoring her feeble denial, I probed through the pubic hair with my fingers. Her cute inner labia peeked out from beneath.
The filming crew swallowed hard, inching closer between us with their crystals raised. One had his crystal practically at her pussy level.
To give a clearer shot of Isabel's pussy, I parted the hair and spread her labia wide. As expected, her clit was hooded.
Her labia were beautifully symmetrical, the wings petite. The inner flesh was a bright pink, proclaiming it had never known another's touch. The crew member gulped again.
Your pussy hole's on the small side. Not sure it can take all this.
I shed my pants. My cock sprang out from within. The crew jumped in surprise.
Whoa, that's huge…!
Hey! You idiot! You got your voice on mic!
Pushee, fully immersed in our lovemaking, flew into a rage at the crew's blunder.
S-sorry!
The mood dipped briefly, but I wasn't bothered. Praise for my cock from another man was always a pleasure.
I slipped back into character.
Your pussy hole's on the small side. Not sure it can take all this.
Isabel's pussy was far too tight to swallow my entire cock. Of course, pussy holes had incredible elasticity and could often accommodate the impossible.
But that required training. For Isabel, who hadn't even shed her hymen yet, taking my full girth was out of the question. I had no plans to force it anyway.
N-no…! It's too big…!
Isabel recoiled in horror, but she was already pinned by my firm grip on her waist. No escape.
Lucky bitch—you met a good master. Your pussy gets a treat today. Bet you're still a virgin, huh?
Ugh…! Get that monstrosity away from me!
Surprisingly dutiful with her lines. But her expression screamed raw emotion, not acting.
Calling your husband's cock a monstrosity? That's hurtful.
I-if you stop now, I'll forgive your rudeness so far. Please…
Still don't get your situation? The rumors of Lady Minolla's wisdom must be lies. If you want your first time to hurt less, beg your husband earnestly!
W-what do you…!
Beg this cock to go easy on you. Who knows? It might just plump up for you.
P-plump up? What's that?
My ad-lib drew an unexpected counter-ad-lib.
Ahem! Means the cock might die.
Ugh…!
Isabel's face twisted in humiliated shame, on the verge of tears. She tilted her head back toward the ceiling and reached hesitantly for my raging cock.
Avoiding looking at it was hilarious. Great attention to detail in her acting.
H-husband… Can you make it not hurt?
Lady Isabel stroked the glans like petting a puppy, pleading sweetly. One crew member nosebled at the sight. I twitched my cock in response.
That's a yes. You're one lucky bitch.
Warm-up over. Time for the main event. I pulled Isabel into a tighter embrace.
Eek…! H-hey, that's not what we agreed!
I promised no pain—and I'll keep it. Your pussy's throbbing like it can't wait. Time to give you relief.
I don't need it! Hnngh…!
I laid Isabel on the straw mat. Missionary position. Nothing dominated like crushing her beneath me.
I pinned her thighs with my knees to stop her legs from flailing, seized her forearms to lock her arms.
Isabel ended up like a stunned frog, legs splayed wide, staring at the ceiling. The crew closed in.
You'll remember this day forever. In more ways than one.
N-no…!
Her voice cracked with genuine terror. She clawed at me like a hook, but pinned perfectly, she was helpless.
I slowly brought my dripping cock to her pussy entrance.
Two crew filmed from our left and right; one shoved a crystal behind us for backup footage.
My asshole would get a clear shot too.
Whatever—they'd edit it.
Hnngh…! Mother! Father! Brother…! Sister…!
The glans touched Isabel's labia. Virgin softness caressed the tip.
Her slick wings felt divine, wet with arousal. Our fluids mingled into a unique scent.
Hnngh…! Get away! Out! You pig! Orc! Demon…!
Her curses were striking. I pressed my cock deeper. Past the wings, into plush inner walls. The glans breached her entrance.
'Easier than expected, thanks to her juices.'
The entrance was tight, but slickness let the glans slide in smoothly. I kissed her then.
Mmph!
Second kiss. Forced, yet her resistance weakened oddly. Remembering the first kiss's pleasure, perhaps.
Her entrance loosened further. I seized the chance, thrusting deeper—gently, minding the pace to avoid pain.
Mmph! Mph!
Glans fully in. The deeper it went, the weaker her struggles. Realizing resistance was futile? Succumbing to filling pleasure? Probably both.
Churup! Chup!
I pulled back. A spiderweb-thin strand stretched between us, then snapped.
Your lips are top-tier. Wonder if your pussy matches?
The bumpy vaginal walls gripping me were exquisite. Untested depths, but already a premium pussy.
I released her arms and legs. No resistance.
Hnngh…!
A warm, wet moan escaped—pain, pleasure, or both? My cock hardened further in response. It met a thin, tubular membrane. Her hymen, unmistakably.
Hnngh…! S-stop…! Please, stop here…!
Hmm. Stop? Haven't tasted your virginity yet.
I'll do anything else—just not my virginity…! Hnngh…!
Not scripted. Not ad-lib—pure desperation. Treat it as ad-lib anyway.
Anything? Then shout: 'Please fuck the dog-pussy of whore Eri Minolla from House Minolla with the mighty sword of Lord Shylock!' Do that, and maybe.
Hnngh…! Please fuck the pussy of whore Eri Minolla from House Minolla with the mighty sword of Lord Shylock!
Wrong! Dog-pussy!
Squelch!
I thrust hard enough to pierce her hymen. It tore crisply at my tip. Bliss loosened my asshole. Deflowering never got old.
That's too much—aaah!
Isabel convulsed in a scream of shock. Pitiful, wretched—and utterly beautiful.
Perfect! Haha! This'll sell like crazy!
Pushee leaped up, applauding in rapture. Audio mix-up, but editors would handle it.
Hnngh…!
Isabel's lewd moans filled the studio. Utter satisfaction enveloped me.