Deflowering the Noble Lady on Camera
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Took Isabel Benellia (♀)'s virginity.
Power of Sex effect increases as first experience bonus.
I'd taken Isabel's virginity. The sensation of her hymen tearing cleanly rippled right to the tip of my cock. It was incredibly satisfying.
"Nnghaaa…! It's hot! My insides are so hooot…!"
Isabel thrashed her head from side to side, screaming as she furrowed her delicate brow in apparent pain from the deflowering. But that twisted expression soon relaxed into slackness.
The power of Power of Sex converted the pain of her breaking equally into pleasure. Not a single virgin I'd taken had failed to enjoy it.
"Nnghaa~♬"
Even her moans were laced with faint pleasure now. In moments like this, you couldn't give her time to think. Just like first impressions matter in everything else, a woman's first fuck profoundly shapes her entire sex life. To plunge Isabel straight into a pit of pure ecstasy, I shook my hips vigorously.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
I kept the piston thrusts powerful but adjusted the intensity so it wouldn't overwhelm her body. Fresh virgin blood soaked the straw mattress. Worst possible spot for a noble lady's first time, really. And that made the taboo thrill coil even tighter around my waist.
"Nooo…! Nnghaa~♪ My body's going weird…! Hnggh…! Let me go! My head's really gonna go crazyyy…!"
Her mouth begged for release, but her legs clamped firmly around my waist instead. Her body already knew. There was no resisting a stud like me.
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
Her pussy wasn't fully matured yet, so I couldn't bury myself balls-deep, but pounding to the depth that broke her hymen wasn't bad at all. The mental pleasure outweighed the physical. I hammered away at Isabel's pussy like that for a solid ten minutes.
"Nnghaa~! Hnnghaa~♥ Hnghaaa~!"
No trace of those initial pained moans anywhere, even if you searched with a magnifying glass. Isabel's pussy surrendered in just ten minutes. Being an untouched virgin made the conquest that much easier.
"Magnificent…!"
Pushi watched our coupling with that reverent look on his face, full of admiration. The shoot dragged on for over an hour.
The shoot wrapped up. Isabel had passed out completely. Midway through, there was no script or anything—just raw fucking. It was a sex scene anyway, so as long as the hot parts were captured, it was all good.
"Great work!"
Pushi approached me and bowed so low his head nearly hit the ground.
"That was the best! I've never seen such a powerful sex scene! This is definitely selling—haha! Might even slap a premium on it. Truly amazing, investor!"
"You did well too. Ah, I'll handle the actress, so go take care of your business."
"Understood. I'll leave the break room door unlocked. Rest easy."
Pushi left the set with his crew. They'd have to edit like mad now. Plenty of staff audio leaked in midway, so tons of work ahead.
I scooped up Isabel, collapsed on the straw bed, and carried her to the break room. It was next to the actresses' waiting area, with a full-length mirror, a small bed, and a mini-fridge. I laid her on the bed.
The fridge was a pricey magic item—something commoners couldn't afford even in their dreams. Probably 3-4 gold each. Inside were stamina recovery potions. Chilling them extended shelf life.
I grabbed one and downed it. Tasted like an energy drink from back home.
"Nngh…!"
Isabel moaned softly, her body twitching faintly. She'd just exhausted herself, so a bit of rest would fix her up.
Her pussy was packed full of the thick load I'd dumped inside. The cum clumped in her pubes mixed with dark red scabs looked so filthy hot that I got hard again. But her pussy was already swollen puffy. Pushing further would be too much abuse.
"Nngh…! Where…?"
Isabel barely cracked her eyes open, shaking her head as she looked around. I handed her a cold stamina potion.
"Break room. Shoot's over. Miss Tiffany."
"Ugh… Break room… Ah!"
Isabel reached down to her crotch and let out a short scream. Wincing as she clutched it, her lower half must hurt like hell—not from the hymen tear, but from the swelling.
"I'll apply some potion for you."
Potions worked drunk or topical. As I approached with the cold bottle, she yanked the blanket over herself.
"I-It's fine."
"We've already been intimate, haven't we? Let me do this much."
"Ugh…"
I pried the blanket away by force. No real resistance, thankfully. Her throbbing crotch clearly bugged her bad. I spread thin layers of cold potion over it, carefully cleaning off the crusted cum and virgin blood.
"Eek…! It stings."
"It'll cool down soon. I'll clean inside thoroughly too."
I spread her labia and slid fingers into her pussy hole. My thick cum gushed out in streams.
"Eek! Th-That's fine there."
"Won't ease the pain otherwise. Oh, and you need contraceptive pills too."
"Okay…"
I handed Isabel the "contraceptive"—really just a vitamin. Thanks to my Pregnancy Control skill, I could toggle conception at will.
She gulped it down with the potion. I made sure to coat every inch inside her pussy. Job done, I patted her ass.
"All finished."
"Ugh…!"
Embarrassed, Isabel buried her face in the pillow. I offered her a cigarette.
◈ A special cigarette with a fragrant aroma and flavor. The beneficial substances within purify the body.
◈ Production halted due to divisive taste; extremely hard to obtain.
※ The best way to look cool without harming health.
"What's this…?"
"Clears the mouth right up. Have a puff."
Her breath had smelled minty during our kiss earlier. She'd love it.
Isabel took one from me. I snapped my fingers to light it for her.
"Smoke it like this."
I lit one for myself and took a drag. Harmless smoke, no guilt. The subtle mint chocolate flavor soothed my throat like a candy.
"Fwew~!"
I exhaled a plume of white smoke leisurely. Isabel watched with intrigued fascination, then put hers to her lips. No coughing like a first-timer—she inhaled smoothly. Not harsh smoke. She exhaled awkwardly, mimicking me.
"Hehe. Fun. Nice scent too."
"Glad you like it."
We blew smoke in each other's faces, playing around. Our relationship had leaped forward all of a sudden. The power of shared smokes was real.
"Ah! What time is it? I need to head back soon or people will worry."
Isabel hopped up as she spoke.
"Seven. Your clothes from check-in are in the waiting room next door. Director Pushi said to come back to the studio by 10 a.m. tomorrow to continue shooting."
"Got it! Thanks."
Would she really return? Or bolt with the cash? I was dying to see her choice.
I let Isabel go first, then strolled back to the inn leisurely. Curious how she'd react seeing me there.
"Oh, you're back?"
Isabel sat eating in the inn's first-floor dining hall, looking deflated. Makeup off, her face glowed fresh like our first meeting. Waist-length hair draped loosely.
She's wearing a wig.
Did she really think that'd fool me? The idea was so adorably naive it made me chuckle involuntarily. Just like the sheltered young miss she was.
Even the wig color was brown, not her natural green. Green ones must be rare.
"Dyed it?"
I played dumb. She beamed.
"Yeah! For a change of pace."
"Suits you."
"Phew, good."
She finished her meal. I sat opposite and ordered food. While waiting, I tossed a question her way.
"How's the fundraising going?"
Isabel froze mid-spoon of chicken soup, looking caught red-handed. She lifted her head awkwardly.
"Y-Yeah. Think I can manage somehow."
"Oh! Great news. Not a small sum—how'd you swing it!?"
Pressing deeper, her face grew more flustered. Tormenting her was delicious.
"W-Well… Borrowed from a supporter of our house. Meeting him tomorrow for it."
"Benellia family must have real virtue. Even Count Kengor last time, and now help despite being branded traitors. The Benellias will rise again for sure."
She nodded vigorously, eyes blazing with resolve.
"Yes! Absolutely!"