Bet (10)
Terria headed to the room that used to be mine but was now his. He turned on only the dimmest light, making it impossible to see anything clearly beyond hazy outlines of our bodies. Somehow, it calmed my mind a bit. He laid me down on the bed in the center of the room, atop the white mattress. It suddenly hit me that, aside from Clechia, no woman had ever climbed onto this bed. What would she think if she saw me like this? And worse, I was in the form of the woman she hated most. I vowed not to let myself get caught, no matter what, and turned to look at Terria. He had stripped off his top and bottoms, his hand now going to the bulging center of his panties. His cock, swollen to the bursting point, throbbed as it sprang free.
"Ugh, haa..."
Was it fear of the coming pain, or anticipation from the excitement? I swallowed hard, caught in this inexplicable mix of emotions. They say it hurts like hell the first time for a woman—and even accounting for individual differences, what if it was too much for me to handle? But at the same time, maybe because I'd let go of everything earlier, my lower belly throbbed as if craving something. The thought of his cock sliding into my pussy, filling it completely brought a vivid sense of fulfillment... Am I insane? His caresses had been ecstatic, sure, but not that good. It was just a physiological reaction. I'd been a man until a month ago. Accepting this body didn't mean my mind had to follow suit. The way my pussy twitched faintly, leaking fluids, was nothing but biology.
"Lift your hips."
Terria climbed onto the bed naked and tugged off my panties, soaked through with my arousal. Now, nothing stood between us. He gazed at his former body like it was a sculpture to admire. Pervert. I had zero narcissism, and I really didn't want to look at his cock—bigger now than my old one—so I turned my head away. But Terria grabbed my chin and forced my gaze back to his. I tried to ignore the hunger in his eyes, gleaming like he wanted to devour me whole, but then he issued an absurd command.
"Ariel, spread your legs."
"What!? N-no..."
So he wanted me to spread my legs like a whore and seduce him myself. No way—that was too much. I strained to shake my head side to side, but I couldn't overpower his grip. All I could do was glare at him with resentment. Just how far did he plan to drag me down? He rubbed my lewdly twitching labia with his palm and commanded again. The moment his fingers touched, a jolt of sharp pleasure shot through that hypersensitive spot, like a conditioned reflex.
"Haa, I said I'd do what you say. Spread it with your hands."
"Hngh, uh... no, you... hng... do it your... haa... self."
"Spread it."
But when Terria spoke in that high-handed tone, his face blank and angry-looking, I couldn't refuse. The instinct he'd drilled into my head—back when I was begging and clinging to him—had taken root too deep. "...Uh."
So I slid both hands under my knees and spread my legs wide like a bitch in heat. And under the shame of his stare boring right into my pussy, I got even more turned on, twitching and leaking more fluid.
"You're soaking like this—why fight it? Ready for me to put it in?"
"Hng... do... whatever... hngh, uh, uh, hnn...!"
Even knowing it was about to happen for real, the fact that I'd agreed to it—and that my overheated body wanted it—was mortifying. The moment I muttered that to him in defeat, Terria pressed our bodies together and teased my entrance with his glans. Every brush of that veiny, brutal cock against my taut clit drew moans from my lips. My pussy lips sucked greedily at the glans as it pressed in, but that had nothing to do with my will. It wasn't my intention...
"Haaah?!"
And then puuk—it thrust in, overwhelming, so thick it was hard to take. Not even halfway in yet, but my swollen walls clenched and chewed at the glans, amplifying the foreign intrusion.
"Hak, haak, hng, too... big... hngk, haaa..."
He'd bragged about knowing my body inside out, and his foreplay had been flawless—no real pain, at least—but the crushing pressure making it hard to breathe was unavoidable. The raw sensation of something invading me wasn't pleasure or "good." It was just... there. My hands, which had been holding up my legs, gripped the mattress tight as I panted raggedly.
"Feel that? That's your hymen."
"Don... know... that shit, hak, hauk, uk, ha..."
"Ugh, too tight. Relax a little."
His arms braced right at my waist, our bodies nearly fused—he didn't even give me time to respond before shoving deeper.
"Ugh, hngk, tha...t's not, hauk, up to me... hak, haak, haa..."
A little blood trickled out, but it wasn't my twenty-year virginity, and it didn't hurt that bad. I just averted my eyes from where we were joined and fought to breathe through my clenched jaw. The sensation was frustratingly ambiguous—not quite good enough to call pleasurable, probably because his cock was so damn huge. Terria grimaced and kept pushing.
"Haak, hak, is it... in? Ugh, hngk."
But even without his answer, I felt it: my pussy stuffed full with his cock. He hugged me tight like that and suckled at my breasts. No strength to resist—I just let my body go limp.
"How's it feel? Good?"
"Hng, ah... dunno. From the... ugh, haa... start, don't... ask that shit..."
Then Terria pulled his hips back, and with a wet chijek, pink walls and fluids dragged out along with it. The unbearable pressure, the exhaustion of being fully impaled by him—a single tear slipped free. I wished my mind would just blank out from pleasure instead. He thrust back in, saw my face, and leaned down to kiss me. I blocked him on reflex.
"Hmph, mph... no... kisses..."
"Move your hand, Ariel."
Terria commanded, but this was one thing I wouldn't yield. With a teary, trembling voice, I begged. "Please... hng, no... hngk, snf, no... kisses... hauk."
Terria pinned my breasts with his body weight and started rocking his hips back and forth, like something he'd seen somewhere. The lewd squelching was separate from the pleasure—his lower abdomen grinding my clit with every thrust. I'd adapted a bit to the intrusion now; my words came out clearer, almost normal. I pleaded with him through damp eyes as he kept trying for a kiss.
"Uh, haa... please, yeah? Please..."
"Haa, fine. Let's see how long you hold out."
One hand gripped my waist while the other kneaded my bouncing breasts on every thrust. But it was clearer now than during foreplay: this wasn't great. I turned my head away, covered my mouth with one hand, and let my hips stay still.
—Chijek. Chijek. Chijek. Chijek.
He rutted wildly, like dogs mating—mindless, blatantly just chasing his own release, partner be damned. Then a thought struck me. Terria knew my body well, but not "Ariel's." He had no clue which angle to thrust from, how to read reactions during sex.
"Hauk, hngh, what...? Uhng, snf... you said you'd... make me think nothing, haa."
I provoked him while grunting from the abdominal pressure. Sure, nipple and clit stimulation felt good, but my upper body was shaking too violently to really enjoy it. And the taunt worked. Terria's pride stung; he scowled, clearly fighting back his building climax.
"Kuh, shut up."
"Hau, hng... you're not used to that body yet, huh? Ugh, hngh, just shaking isn't... everything, idiot..."
Finding his weak spot filled me with a drunk victory. I could dent his claim that lust alone let him have me. I teased wildly. Call it a man's pride—or what used to be mine. Big mistake.
"Ahhaak...!?"
Suddenly, his cock scraped hard somewhere deep inside—a moan burst out, my hips shuddering madly.