First Night — 2
Was this what it felt like to lose all reason?
Isabel reached for me, and at her invitation every coherent thought simply stopped.
This woman is mine. I will not hand her over to anyone.
A twisted hunger to claim her and a raw lust to take her flared up together like a bonfire. Whether what I felt was love or simple carnal desire, I could no longer tell. The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted her.
"Isabel. Tonight, I am going to make you my woman. I will take your virginity. I will soil your purity. If you do not want this, say so now."
"I want it."
She answered at once, without a second's hesitation.
"Please make me your woman, Ian. Stain me with your color."
She stroked my face as she spoke.
"I am your wife, after all."
"Isabel."
There was nothing more to say. Between us now, instinct outran reason. We simply hunted each other's colors the way nature intended.
"Haaang♥"
I cupped her breast carefully, almost reverently, and her nipple hardened under my palm. I lowered my head, took the pink tip into my mouth, and licked it before sucking hard.
"Heut…~!!!"
Isabel jerked, startled, but I did not stop. My fingers slid down toward her sex. A wet heat met my fingertips.
Already soaked.
I parted her legs to begin in earnest.
So this is why they compare a woman's cunt to a flower.
Isabel's sex looked exactly like a tightly closed blossom. When I spread her open with both hands, pink flesh glistening with arousal twitched and fluttered. Knowing she was as worked up as I was sent a strange, intimate current through me.
"I-it's embarrassing…"
She covered her face with both hands the moment I stared straight at her. For her sake I leaned in and ran my tongue over her.
The soft inner lips and the firm little bean felt exquisite.
"Hhiieet?!!!"
She looked down at me in pure shock, as if she had never even imagined someone would put a mouth there. I savored her flustered expression while I held her open and worked my tongue along the sealed outer folds until they parted.
"I-Ian, that place is d-dirty…"
"It isn't dirty."
I sucked her clit while my index and middle fingers stroked her at the same time.
"Hyeut…~~~!!!!"
She tried to muffle herself with her hands, but it only made things worse. Wanting to hear every beautiful sound she made, I grew even more relentless.
Let's see if she can hold out against this, too.
I gave her clit a light nibble. Her back arched, and the moan she had been holding back finally tore free.
"Hhaaaaaaang!!!"
Pssht! Pssshhhhhht!
Her juices sprayed across my face. Maybe it was the lingering effect of the Angel's Shelter, but her fluids smelled strangely sweet.
I could bottle this as perfume.
The perverse thought crossed my mind as I watched her carefully. Even after climax, her hips kept twitching. Once a girl has tasted that peak, she can never go back to being purely innocent. The knowledge that I had done that to her filled me with a quiet, fierce pride.
Of course I had no intention of stopping there.
"Isabel. I'm putting it in now."
I stripped off my pants and prepared to take her properly.
. . .
Kneeling with her legs held open, Isabel swallowed hard at the sight of Ian's cock.
Are men's things… normally that big?
It was the first time she had ever seen one. The sheer size and thickness left her stunned.
Will I be able to manage?
Overwhelmed, she fretted that she might fail again at a wife's duty. Sensing her fear, Ian gently stroked her cheek.
"You can do this, Isabel. Trust yourself a little more."
"Yes. I'll trust the man who trusts me."
He smiled at her answer and began to move. First he rubbed the head of his cock against her soaked inner lips, working up lubrication. Even that small friction made her body jump—proof of how tightly wound she still was. To ease her, he kissed her again. The moment their mouths met, happiness flooded her brain in endless waves, and little by little the tension bled out of her.
It did not last long.
Ian aligned himself with her entrance and pushed his hips forward.
"Heut!"
Out of consideration for her pain, he drove in to the root in a single stroke. Isabel threw her head back, mouth working soundlessly. Virgin blood welled between them where their bodies joined.
With that, she was no longer a virgin.
She was Ian's woman now.
"Are you all right?"
"I-I can take it."
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but compared to everything she had already endured, the tearing of a hymen was nothing.
"Isabel, you don't have to force yourself for my sake."
"I'm not. I'm happy—happy to finally be your woman."
"Isabel."
"Ian."
They held each other in silence, arms locked tight.
And in that instant—
A flare of orange light burst from the mark Seraphim had left on Ian's chest. It lasted only a heartbeat.
The Love's Sigil answered their union.
Pain faded. Vitality surged through Isabel's body.
"What was that?"
"I think the Archangel is blessing our love."
The effect was extraordinary. Isabel forgot the pain entirely; her body brimmed with energy. She could feel their joining far more easily now.
"Ian, I'm fine. Please—keep taking me."
"Then I won't hold back."
At her invitation, Ian began to move his hips in earnest. Moments earlier he had fretted over hurting a virgin; now, under Seraphim's blessing of love, he could claim her without restraint.
Schlick, schlick, schlick-schlick!!
"Heut! Heuuyut!! Haaaaang!"
Isabel gradually adapted to the pleasure his cock delivered. The sensation of being completely filled gave her a strange, deep sense of security.
"Hok—?!"
The moment he found her G-spot, she climaxed again. Her eyes flew wide; her mouth opened even wider. Even white teeth and a lush tongue hung limp and trembling.
"Khh—!"
Her walls clamped down hard in the aftershock, and Ian's hips stuttered.
"Isabel—I'm close."
He warned her as the urge to come surged up, but she was past answering. She only clutched the sheets and surrendered to every wave of pleasure he gave her.
"Coming—!"
He seized her waist and drove harder.
"Haang—!!! Haaaaaaaang! Come inside me! Please—get me pregnant!"
She cried out with a female's raw instinct, and Ian answered by pouring his seed into her deepest place.
Brrt! Brrrrrrrt!
The moment he released everything he had been holding back, a flood of pleasure tore through him as his body emptied into hers. Isabel felt it too—the scalding heat flooding her womb sent her spinning into pure rapture.
Pop!
When he finally pulled free, a wet, lewd sound followed—proof of how perfectly their bodies fit.
Incredible.
His cock glistened with a mix of her juices and his seed. Isabel's sex, slowly contracting, was the same. White cum shone in the open hole, then spilled out and ran down over her ass onto the sheets.
"Hweee…~~"
Even more striking was her face. Drool slid from the corner of her mouth; her tongue searched aimlessly for something to hold. Pleasure had wrecked her expression into something obscenely beautiful.
He had done this.
He had soiled his own wife with lust.
The knowledge filled him with a satisfaction too deep for words. The pure, unknowing girl was gone. Only a devoted woman—his wife—remained.
Ah… I'm getting hard again.
The sight of her ruined state stoked his desire once more. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her again right then—but he shook his head.
I want to cherish her.
With any other woman it might have been different, but he had sworn to love and protect Isabel in earnest. He reined himself in.
"I was happy, Isabel."
He kissed her cheek, quietly cleaned her up so she would not wake, then gathered her into his arms and fell asleep beside her.
. . .
◎ Name:Ian (Male)
◎ Age:25
◎ Class:【Hunter (Lv. 10)】 + 5 others
◎ Stats
◎ Traits:【Yin-Yang Body】 / 【Blessing of Helia】 / 【Love's Sigil】
"Insane."
I clicked my tongue at the sheer generosity of the sigil Seraphim had given me.
I never imagined she would hand out this much.