Laura Arnold — Somnophilia and Stealing Her Virginity
"Mmm..."
A human body was much heavier than I had thought. Stripping off Laura's pants and panties to truly play with her pussy was far more exhausting than I'd anticipated. On top of that, the psychological pressure of not knowing when she might wake up sent a cold sweat trickling down my forehead.
"Heh, hehehe... But now that Laura's crotch is so completely exposed, I suppose I can call myself lucky." Sweet fruits lie at the end of hard work and struggle! At the very last moment, Laura had startled me by talking loudly in her sleep, but she had ended up kicking off the panties caught around her ankles herself, which only made things feel even lewder.
Using my Hypnosis Rune Magic to completely neutralize her and play with her like a doll is great, but seeing such raw, lifelike reactions is absolutely wonderful too!
"Now then... hehehe, let's see just how polite this insolent little Laura's pussy really is." I grabbed Laura's pale, firm, flawlessly toned legs and spread them wide apart. Even now, Lady Laura remained fast asleep, completely motionless. Was she the type who fell into a deep slumber and rarely woke up? Either way, it was perfect, since nothing was getting in the way of me enjoying her cunt.
Sniff, sniff... "Ahhh, what a lewd, slutty scent... Even for a highborn lady who's never masturbated before, I suppose if I stroke and pamper her pussy with all my heart, the sweet juices will flow and fill the air with this dirty fragrance." At first, Laura's pussy had only smelled of soap and fruity perfume. But now, it was different. A scent that strangely and stickily tickled the tip of my nose was sweet and sour. It felt as if a bitch was giving me a rigorous sex education lesson, showing me what a truly aroused pussy smelled like.
"Haa... Why are these hairless petals so incredibly lewd? Hehe, hehehe... I have one properly pierced on my own body, and I can look at it with a hand mirror whenever I want, but still..." Admiring Laura's mouth-wateringly beautiful pussy while she lay on the bed gave me a completely different sensation. How should I put it? It felt a bit like a wedding night. It felt as though an innocent, pure virgin was willingly spreading her legs wide open for me, making a dangerous, sticky heat pool in my lower abdomen.
"Mmm... Nnh." Even now, Laura remained in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking. If the Demon God was watching over me, I'd almost believe he had prepared this feast himself and told me to dig in!
"Let's see... let's see..." Using the thumb and index finger of my right hand, I pried open Laura's plump, thick petals. Since I had conjured a tiny flame over my left hand, I could admire the exposed cunt to my heart's content.
"So dirty..." I could finally get a proper look at her vaginal opening, which I hadn't been able to appreciate fully until now. Laura's pussy... how should I put it? I wondered if it was even legal for something to be this lewd. The flushed, red fleshy opening was framed by tiny, incredibly erotic folds of skin. I no longer possessed a cock, but looking at such a slutty-looking flesh tunnel, I knew just sliding my fingers inside would be incredibly fun and exciting.
"...It really is there. This must be the hymen Keres told me about." Deep inside Laura's pussy, there really was a hymen. The pristine, perfectly intact membrane was proof that Laura had absolutely no experience with men, let alone any history of inserting things to masturbate.
"Ha, haa... Nnh, haaa..." I extinguished the flame in my left hand and gently brought my right index finger to Laura's vaginal opening, rubbing it up and down. I couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted to taste this hole no matter what!
"Nnh, ah... Ah..." Laura let out a warm breath but didn't wake up. Instead, her pussy answered for her. As if thanking me for continuously teasing her clitoris and stroking her twitching petals, clear, slick arousal began to seep out from within, turning wet and squelchy.
"Haa, haa..." Exhaling hot, ragged breaths, I pushed my index finger in by another knuckle. Just like the taste I'd gotten earlier, the tight, tender vaginal walls clamped down, welcoming my finger. When I moved my finger up and down, her opening twitched and flared. But in the end, it squeezed tight, as if sucking on my finger like a mouth. The sensation of each fleshy fold rubbing against my fingertip felt incredibly lewd and satisfying.
"W-wow... Unbelievable... I can't believe her juices stretch so lewdly..." Feeling like my finger would be swallowed whole if I left it inside, I pulled it out, only to see the slick fluid stretch into a long, thin thread before snapping. A woman's pussy really was absurdly filthy, wasn't it? Unable to resist this time, I pushed my index finger in two knuckles deep.
"Ha, hehehe... Ha, ha...!" A laugh escaped my lips. As expected, two knuckles were far lewder than one. Even though those inner walls were so soft and tender, they wrapped around more than half of my finger, squeezing it tightly like a hand. The sensation was on a completely different level. It felt as if her juices were wrapping around me in a stickier, dirtier way. Knowing for sure that her pussy was getting highly aroused made this so much fun.
"Hmm..." Fingering her cunt was incredibly enjoyable, and it got me so excited that my own pussy was dripping wet, but there was a problem. Laura's reactions had been growing strangely stronger for a while now. To put it another way, the pleasure my finger was giving her was so intense that she seemed on the verge of waking up.
"Heh, hehe... It doesn't matter. If Laura wakes up, I can just neutralize her with my Hypnosis Rune Magic, suppress her memories, and put her back to sleep." I had magic on my side anyway! In fact, I actually wanted to see her wake up in a panic. In that case, I needed to find the most sensitive, tingling spot deep inside her cunt—the one that felt just as good as the clitoris, right? Let's recall the boastful stories the old men under the bridge used to babble about.
"Is it here...? They said there was a spot like that..." The faces of those drunkards laughing and insisting I absolutely had to know this briefly crossed my mind. Looking back, it was a hilarious memory. Back then, I was so starved I couldn't even get a single loaf of bread. If someone had asked me to choose between a chance to sleep with a woman or a delicious piece of bread, I would have chosen the bread without hesitation... Though thinking about it now, it's a bit of a shame. I suddenly missed the stories of those old men boasting, "I've got a technique that'll make any girl cry her eyes out!"
"Hmm, is it here...? No, not quite..." I wiggled my finger around, groping and tracing the folds of her inner walls. Strangely, every single spot I touched inside her pussy felt entirely different.
"Ah... Ahhh..." "Oh?" Laura suddenly let out a sweet groan, her hand dropping down to flail weakly in the air.
"It's here, isn't it? Right here? The lower part of the vaginal wall... right where the root of the clitoris would be? Yes, there's a little bump, a slightly swollen ridge..." I gently caressed the spot I felt with the tip of my finger. Rubbing and stroking, I flicked my index finger back and forth, stimulating it as explicitly as possible.
"Ah, ah... Ah... Ah..." Pitiful whimpers kept leaking from Laura's throat. Despite her insolent attitude, this highborn lady's pussy was twitching and flaring as if she were about to snap her eyes open at any second.
"Heh, hehehe... So Laura is just a slutty little bitch in the end too, hm? You looked down on me so much, sneering at Ramnusia, yet your legs are trembling from pleasure just because I'm touching your spot?" "Ah, ah... Ah..." "You pervert... You're just a woman like me! But the moment your pussy gets touched, you start dripping juices from deep inside because it feels so good...!" I kept my index finger moving without a single moment of rest. I couldn't stop. This felt completely different from gently swirling my finger around her clitoris. Above all, the way her pussy, her vaginal opening, and those ribbed fleshy folds wrapped around my finger filled me with immense satisfaction.
It was as if I could directly feel myself forcing pleasure into her body. While the seductive scent of a woman tickling my nose grew duller over time, and there was a limit to how much I could enjoy watching her hips, waist, and breasts tremble with pleasure, my finger was different. Feeling a woman's most humiliating, lewd flesh tunnel cling tightly to my own body made me feel like a true hunter, making my own panties so soaking wet that I couldn't bear to wear them anymore.
"Haa, you pervert, Laura, you absolute pervert...! It's not even some handsome young master! A perverted, beautiful girl like me is fingering your cunt, and you're dripping like this...!" Squish! Squelch! Squish! Squelch! I vigorously worked my wrist until her juices were running down my index finger.
"Ah..." Flick, flick, flick, flick! As I diligently teased the root of Laura's clitoris with my fingertip, I realized something. No, let's be precise. The moment I got excited and pushed my finger more than two knuckles deep, the tip of my finger brushed against something. I didn't verify it with my eyes, but I knew instantly. It was Laura's hymen.
"Ah, hahaha... Of course." Why hadn't I thought of this before? To a noble—no, to a noble lady—a 'hymen' is incredibly precious, isn't it? For Laura, who would eventually have to marry, her virginity was a once-in-a-lifetime proof. Proof that she was pure, diligent, and a chaste lady who had dutifully completed her Bridal Class! It was something money couldn't buy, something she couldn't obtain no matter how hard she studied to look smart—the single most precious, irreplaceable thing in her life that must never be broken.
"...There was a way to ruin her without taking her life." I had realized it. And once I did, I wanted to do it so badly.
"Laura..." Grabbing Laura's breast tightly with my left hand, I shoved my middle finger into her vaginal opening alongside the other. Even with her juices pouring out, her cunt felt incredibly tight, but thinking of it as proof of her virginity only made it more thrilling.
"Nnh, ugh..." Laura's eyebrows twitched and furrowed like wriggling worms as if she were about to wake up at any moment, but I didn't care. I put strength into my middle and index fingers. Deeper, deeper inside, to steal the once-in-a-lifetime treasure of Laura Arnold's life.
"Laura... This is your punishment for killing me. I'll take this as payment. Heh, hehehe..." Welcomed by the tight squeeze of her vaginal canal, my fingers finally rested against the barrier of her hymen.
"Whether it's in the distant future or tomorrow when you wake up, I don't care. I just want you to weep and despair when you realize you've become a worthless, deflowered girl." I stuck out my tongue and licked Laura's sweat-drenched neck, pushing my fingers a little further. I loved the feeling of her tense, resisting muscles.
"When you're drowning in despair, I'll finger your cunt a couple of times to comfort you... So, let's become trash together, Laura." Whispering, I forcefully shoved my index and middle fingers all the way inside! Squish...! Rip! Her vaginal muscles desperately rejected my fingers. But it was already done. Though the tight squeeze of her canal made my fingers ache, I had pushed in so deep that my palm was practically pressing against her swollen clitoris.
"Ah..." Not satisfied with just this, I began to swirl my fingers around. I made sure to completely tear the very roots of the hymen clinging to her inner walls. If anyone ever performed a virginity test on Laura, I wanted her to look like a total slut who had either had too much sex or ruined herself from fingering herself raw...!
"Haa... Haa...! Haa...!" Exhaling hot breaths, I wiggled my fingers inside her for a long time. The tightness of her inner walls was incredible, which actually made it a bit of a shame. If only she had her eyes wide open, how hollowly and pathetically would she have cried? What a waste. What a waste. I hope there's another chance to blackmail someone with their virginity next time.
"The blood... Heh, hehehe... The blood that was meant for the one she loves..." Drip, drip, drip... Crimson blood coated my index and middle fingers. Whether the virgin pussy I had just ruined understood the gravity of the situation or not, it remained lewdly parted, busy dripping juices from within.
"Ah... right, I should do this." It would be a waste to let this blood go to waste. I quickly opened Laura's wardrobe, pulled out a pair of pure white panties, and wiped my hand. Then, I pressed the crotch lining of the panties firmly against her pussy.
"Heh, hehehe... Congratulations on losing your virginity, Laura. Now, no matter how much you boast about how amazing you are, it won't mean a thing, will it? You've become like a pearl necklace on a pig." Of course, being pure didn't guarantee marriage. But in noble society, how much value could an unchaste lady possibly have? People naturally want to eat a freshly baked pie, not one that might have already had its filling scraped clean.
"Ha, haa... But, haa..." Clutching the panties stained with Laura's virgin blood, I trembled. "W-what's this... suddenly... why is my heart..." My head began to spin once again. On top of that, I felt something hard pressing against my waist, right near my hip.
"What... is this?" Startled by the sensation that hadn't been there a moment ago, I reached my right hand to my waist, only to be welcomed by a familiar texture. At the same time, my fingertips crackled with static. "T-this... it's the Armonomicon... I-I never brought it with me...?" The grimoire with the crimson cover. The forbidden book containing the wisdom of the Demon God. The Armonomicon was bound to my waist as if it had always belonged there.