Taming Clafoutis Magica — Defloration and the Blood Oath

"This way... if you please."

Surprisingly—and rather adorably—Clafoutis had chosen her own bedroom. I had figured she would want to get this over with quickly in the prison cell, so her choosing her own room struck me as quite cute.

"This is my first time in your room, Senior... There's no one else here, is there?"

Thanks to Keres's magic, I didn't have to do anything as tedious as stepping out of my room, walking down the hallway, and climbing the stairs to Clafoutis's quarters. Well, calling it "tedious" was an understatement—it would have been downright risky.

"...I am a mage hailed as a genius, after all. Since I am constantly engaged in the study of various disciplines, I cannot possibly allow servants to wander in and out of my chambers as they please."

"So, in layman's terms, there's no chance of a servant barging in to clean and catching us, leaving you screaming your head off?"

Clafoutis offered a faint, fleeting smile, nervously tugging at her reverse bunny suit as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Junior Ramnusia... Please, take Clafoutis Magica's first time upon this very bed."

"Very well. Since you insist, Senior, I shall grant you that special favor."

To think a noble lady was sitting right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in front of me, begging me to tear her hymen! The sheer thrill of it sent a dangerous, tingling heat straight to my lower abdomen.

"First, then... why don't you lie down comfortably and place your bottom on this towel?"

"Ah..."

Clafoutis stared with a momentary look of bewilderment at the snow-white towel, which was made of a fabric so soft it could have passed for a handkerchief. Ultimately, she positioned her hips over it. And, delightfully enough, she parted her legs slightly without me even having to ask.

"Mph..."

"Why are you trembling so much, Senior? You look like livestock being dragged to the slaughterhouse."

I let out a soft chuckle as I slid next to Clafoutis, pressing her soft, yielding flesh against my body.

"Junior Ramnusia..."

"Aren't you supposed to be begging me? Begging me sweetly to deflower you, and pleading for me to let you make the Geas of Oath? Hmm?"

"Ah... Ah..."

Leting out an awkward whimper, Clafoutis hastily pressed her upper body against mine, her hands beginning to gently caress my lower abdomen.

"O-Oh, beautiful Junior Ramnusia... with what instrument do you intend to claim Clafoutis Magica's very first experience?"

"Wow, jumping straight to that... Ah, hahn..."

Are smart people naturally good at this sort of thing? I had planned to tease her a bit more, but Clafoutis was already pressing her soft breasts firmly against me, planting tender kisses along the crook of my neck.

The mere sensation of her soft, cute lips brushing against me, her warm, supple female body rubbing against mine, sent a delicious shiver of pleasure straight down my spine.

"Since you're a noble lady, Senior, it's only right that we deflower you properly, don't you think?"

I slid my right hand down to cup and knead her remarkably plump buttocks. The sensation of her flesh completely filling my palm felt incredible. It was tangible proof that her body was mine to do with as I pleased. Well, I was already doing exactly that.

"Keres told me, you know? She said that among the toys noble ladies use, there are devices crafted to look exactly like a man's member."

"H-Heh..."

Clafoutis froze, unable to even swallow her spit as her face drained of color. Of course, I had no intention of using such a thing from the start.

"Apparently, they're quite large, thick, and rigid. What if I tore you open with one of those? Oh! That's right. She said if I strap a belt-like harness around my waist, I can mount you and drive it right in."

"Ah, haha... D-Do such things truly exist?"

Clafoutis couldn't hide her sheer terror. She couldn't help but picture a violent 'rape'—not a gentle touch between girls, but a dildo being ruthlessly shoved deep inside her over and over. Fortunately for her, I had no intention of doing that. I just wanted to savor the look of absolute dread on her trembling face.

"I-If that is what you desire, Junior Ramnusia, I... I do not mind if you proceed in such a manner."

"And what exactly does 'such a manner' mean?"

Clafoutis bit her lower lip slightly.

"I meant... that you may strap on a d-dildo modeled after a male organ... and insert it to tear my hymen, if it pleases you."

As expected of my brilliant Senior! Even with her face pale as a sheet and her voice shaking like a leaf, she still managed to spell it out so clearly!

"How adorable, Senior. But in truth, you absolutely hate the idea, don't you?"

"That is not... Mmph."

A good puppy who behaves deserves a reward. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Clafoutis's neck before kissing her cheek.

"There's no way I'd ruin your precious pussy with a crude tool like that. What ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a waste that would be."

Having put her mind at ease, I tapped my index and middle fingers against Clafoutis's lips.

"...Lick... Slurp, mm..."

Without needing to be told, my clever Senior parted her lips and began to suck on my fingers. She extended her soft, wet tongue, licking my fingertips calmly as if enjoying an ice cream cone.

Why was the simple act of having my fingers sucked so incredibly erotic? With her eyes closed, Clafoutis worked her tongue diligently, rubbing her breasts against me in a desperate bid to act cute. Was this what they called psychological ecstasy? A woman of Clafoutis's stature, on the verge of having her maidenhood forcibly taken, was desperately scrambling to win my favor...

"Good girl, Senior. I think that's quite enough. Unless..."

I slowly pulled my hand from her mouth, sliding it down to cup her mound, gently pressing and rotating my palm to stimulate her folds.

"Ah, haah... Mm, nnh..."

Clafoutis let out a series of sweet, beautiful whimpers, loud and clear enough to ring in my ears. Her pussy wasn't completely dry, either. Her clitoris was slightly swollen, and there was a distinct, slick wetness coating her entrance.

"It seems you're at least a little aroused, Senior?"

"...I merely... prepared myself diligently to receive Junior Ramnusia's f-fingers."

"Even though I'm about to take you by force?"

Clafoutis forced a complex, subtle smile—not the blissful grin of a willing slave, but a pitiful, strained grimace. Ah, yes, this was the best. Rather than her pretending to be happy with fake emotions, seeing her clearly struggle through the forced act was infinitely more erotic!

"Still, they say sincerity can move the heavens, don't they? It seems your pussy is moved too, seeing how wet it's gotten."

Gently stroking Clafoutis's plump, sensitive clitoris with my index finger, I slipped the tip inside her tight opening.

"N-Nnh...!"

Tensing up completely, Clafoutis gripped my waist in an adorable panic. The way she squeezed her eyes shut made her look like a genuine virgin experiencing her first time, which only heightened the eroticism.

"It's alright, Senior. You're giving me your virginity because you love me, aren't you?"

"T-That is... Mm, ah..."

"So try to relax a bit. Though I must admit, the way your walls are squeezing me so tightly is delicious."

Stimulating her clitoris with my thumb, I pushed my index finger a knuckle deeper into her canal. A wet, squelching sound echoed with every movement, and I could feel her vaginal walls clamping down on me with impressive force.

I pushed my index finger even deeper. Once I was two knuckles in, I could feel the sheer strength of her passage. The muscles were actively constricting around me. Of course, since my Senior was behaving so sweetly, I didn't just shove two fingers in to tear her open right away; instead, I gently explored the upper wall of her canal, searching for her sweet spot.

"Somewhere around here..."

Having already practiced on my own body, I easily located the spot on the upper wall—the root of the clitoris, where the texture of the ridges felt distinctly different. It was a slightly bumpy, raised area. Once you touched it, you knew immediately.

"H-Hngh...!"

"This feels good, doesn't it, Senior?"

"Ra-Ramnusia? Junior? That... Ah...! M-Mm, nnh...!"

Clafoutis stared at me, her eyes wide with shock. Her gaze practically screamed How do you know about that? but I only found it amusing. How incredibly erotic was it that this elegant, beautiful genius of a Senior was already panting heavily just because I was teasing her sweet spot with a single finger? Besides, Clafoutis's body was clearly highly responsive.

"Hngh, ah... Ah, haah... Ah, ahh... Ah..."

She was already beginning to succumb to the pleasure of penetration—something that was supposed to be difficult to enjoy right away. Every time I pressed my fingertip against her G-spot, I could feel her lower abdomen tensing up. Her vaginal walls, clinging tightly to my finger, were dangerously slick with arousal. As I slid my finger back and forth, Clafoutis let out hot, ragged breaths, gripping my shoulders tightly as her body trembled.

"Mmh, hngh... Ah, ahh... Ha, ahh..."

As her lewd moans filled the room, juices came spilling out of her entrance. It wasn't just slightly wet anymore; it was slick enough that I could have easily driven a dildo inside her.

"Now then, Senior..."

"Ah, m-mph...?"

I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. Effortlessly, as naturally as water flowing, I stole Clafoutis's first kiss.

"Mmh... Nnh..."

Yet, there was no resistance. No attempt to bite my tongue. Clafoutis softly parted her lips, welcoming my tongue inside. And the kiss felt almost unnaturally good. Perhaps this was why some girls were so utterly obsessed with kissing. Just tangling our tongues, making wet, embarrassing squelching sounds as we swallowed each other's saliva, and sucking on each other's lips made my heart race and my own folds throb. Clafoutis had to be feeling the same. Her tightly clenched passage began to loosen ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up in a highly erotic way. It felt softer, more yielding. Though she still squeezed my finger, her inner ridges had relaxed, allowing her juices to flow even more freely.

"Slurp... Mm, chu..."

Thanks to that, I was able to slide my middle finger in alongside the first. No matter how aroused a girl was, two fingers still presented a tight fit. But I had no intention of holding back.

"Mmh, ngh...! Mm, hngh...!"

Clafoutis curled her toes, enduring the mixture of pain and pleasure as she welcomed my fingers deeper.

Squelch, squelch, squish...!

I successfully buried both fingers deep inside her. The moment I felt my fingertips press against her hymen, I rotated my fingers clockwise as far as they would go, tearing the barrier apart.

"Mmh, ngh...! Mm, hph... Nnh...!"

While continuing to ravish the tongue of my whimpering Senior, I used my palm to gently flick her clitoris. My fingers worked diligently to stretch her opening, pulling back slightly before thrusting back in to rub against her G-spot in rapid succession.

Squish! Squelch! Squish! Squish!

In the end, I was thoroughly finger-fucking her pussy as it bled with virgin blood. Yet, Clafoutis didn't shed a single tear; she merely clung to my shoulders, panting heavily.

"Ah, m-mm, ngh...! Hph...!"

Suddenly, her passage clamped down with incredible force. Clafoutis was experiencing...

"Hup...?"

Squirrrrt!!!

She didn't just feel pleasure—she had a violent, shuddering orgasm, even biting down slightly on my tongue. What the hell? The way her pussy convulsed as she squirted her juices was incredibly hot. It squeezed so hard I thought my fingers were going to be swallowed whole.

"...Did you come, Senior?"

Flushed red, Clafoutis gave a cute, sheepish nod.

"Look at this, Senior. There's far more of your juices on my fingers than virgin blood, isn't there?"

I deliberately held up my wet fingers, pulling them out of her. Her reaction was absolutely precious. She gasped, staring at my hand in shock before quickly averting her gaze.

"Now then, Senior. Since I've graciously given you your first time, you know what comes next, right?"

I pulled away from Clafoutis slightly and retrieved a sheet of parchment from my breast pocket.

"You remember the contents, don't you, Senior?"

"Of course... haah, ha... I do."

Exhaling a hot breath, a trembling Clafoutis pushed herself up. She took hold of the parchment inscribed with the Geas and looked up at me.

Swallowing hard after reciting the words, Clafoutis reached down with her right hand and awkwardly touched her own folds. She slipped a finger inside to deliberately draw out her virgin blood, then smeared the crimson fluid over her labia as if applying lipstick.

And here I thought she'd just use a bloody fingerprint...

She really was determined to win my favor, wasn't she? Having smeared as much blood as possible over her folds, Clafoutis gripped the parchment tightly, thrust her hips forward, and pressed her wet, bloody slit firmly against the paper—using her virgin blood as ink to leave a perfect pussy print.

"Ugh...! Nngh...!"

Her face burning bright crimson, Clafoutis let out a soft shriek the moment she saw the print left on the parchment, hastily thrusting the document back into my hands.

"Pfft... Your print came out much larger than I expected, Senior."

"I-It could not be helped!"

"Well then, Senior. From this moment on, you must remain absolutely loyal to me until the day you die, and act exactly like my lover... You understand that, yes?"

Watching me slip the parchment back into my breast pocket, Clafoutis nodded obediently.

"In that case, Senior... why don't you sweetly lick my right hand? It worked so hard to claim your virginity, after all."

Clafoutis slid off the bed, knelt on the floor, and took my hand. True to my command, she brought her tongue to my index and middle fingers and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠began to lick them clean.

"Hah... Mm, slurp... Nnh..."

Though the expression on Clafoutis Magica's face as she sucked my fingers was still thick with embarrassment and humiliation rather than pure pleasure, she was ultimately a toy bound to obey my every whim. And that made her look incredibly, wonderfully lovely.

"Now then, starting tomorrow, let's make sure we explain the situation to the Academy students. Shall we, Senior Clafoutis?"