Lillian's First Surrender
"Mmph!? Nngh—!"
Pinned beneath Lillian, Kaisent jolted in shock and tried to shove her off. For all the martial arts he had learned, for all the strength he had gained, he was nowhere near a match for an adult who had reached the rank of Expert. His struggling only stoked her frenzy higher.
Schluurp~ Churp~ Sllrrp~
This was no cute little peck of lip against lip. Tongues tangled, slick and greedy, in a deep, sticky kiss.
It tastes sweet… and it feels so good…
The saliva that flooded in with Lillian's tongue was so sweet he could have sworn someone had poured sugar straight into her glands. Her tongue itself was flushed a deep red, soft and slippery, and every time it coiled around his own a rush of dizzying pleasure rolled through him.
"Pwah—!"
"Hah… hahh…!"
When Lillian finally broke the kiss for air, both their faces were burning scarlet.
"Li… Lillian… Stop… Please come to your senses… This is— mmph!"
She crashed down on him again as if determined to silence his stammering mouth for good. Once she had sealed his lips shut, she dragged her tongue slowly across them, then pulled away with a sultry little smile.
"Haa… haa…"
Lost in the heady pleasure of a kiss led entirely by an adult woman, Kaisent could no longer fight back. He simply lay there, dazed, breathing hard.
Seizing the opening, Lillian shoved him flat and stripped him bare. What she found was a small, pale body that looked fragile at first glance—yet under that delicate exterior lay lean, solid muscle.
"I'm sorry, Kaisent. I… I tried to hold back. I really did. But I just can't anymore."
"Lillian…!"
"Nnh…!"
The way he looked up at her—whether he was about to cry or simply gazing at her with aching need, she couldn't tell—made her heart hammer so hard it hurt. She was an Expert; she had crushed her lust down again and again. Every time Fredrick had urged her to forget revenge and simply be happy together, she had steadied her wavering heart. But this time even her rank was useless. Kaisent's qi was so overwhelming that it flooded even a high-level master's brain with raw desire.
Sliide— stroke—
Lillian ran her hands over Kaisent's naked body, stoking her own hunger higher with every touch.
"For a little boy, your skin is softer and cleaner than mine…"
"Hnn—! Aah—!"
Pleasured moans slipped from Kaisent as her greedy palms roamed him. Even after years of gripping a sword, reaching Expert rank had left her hands free of calluses—long, slender, silken fingers that sent dizzying sparks racing through him.
Throb—
"Kyah!?"
No matter how thoroughly lust had seized her mind, some instinctive revulsion still lingered at the thought of doing this with a boy more than ten years her junior. She had been content to simply torment him—until Kaisent's cock stiffened hard under her assault, and the air between them turned thick and feverish.
I-It's huge…
Living as a man among mercenaries, she had glimpsed naked, erect bodies more than once. But this—
This is… bigger than Fredrick's…
She had seen Fredrick's once, by accident, while on night patrol when she couldn't sleep—caught him in a shadowed corner touching himself. Kaisent's was far larger. And strong, too: most cocks, once hard, would tip forward or back under their own weight. His stood bolt upright, pointing straight at the ceiling.
I'll end up doing this with Fredrick after we marry anyway. He's so young he can't even get anyone pregnant. Think of it as practice for the future.
Her half-melted reason helpfully supplied the rationalization on its own.
"Gulp…"
Easily over twenty centimeters. A deep, flushed red like some beast's—dog or stallion—with no foreskin at all. The urethral opening gaped round and open at the tip, clearly not quite human. Almost without thinking, she reached for that alien cock.
Grab—!
"Nngh—!"
"Hhk!?"
The instant her palm closed around the shaft, moans burst from both of them at once.
Hot. Scorching, as if she were gripping a live coal. A pulse throbbed against her skin like something alive and breathing. And yet there was a strange hardness beneath the heat; looking closer, she saw translucent scale-like plates clinging to the shaft.
The shape, the scales—yes, he really was a different species. That thought let her finish the rationalization: He's not human. There's no way I could get pregnant from this.
"Hoo… hoo… haa…"
The moment she took hold of him, Lillian tipped fully into heat. She hooked a finger into the crotch of her high-leg suit and tugged the fabric aside.
This is just a rehearsal. Practice so I can satisfy Fredrick someday.
An absurd thought. But Kaisent was the kind of existence that made absurd thoughts feel possible.
She straddled the smaller boy's body, lined the head of his cock against her entrance, and slowly sank down.
Schlick… schluup…!
"Hahh~~♡"
Even partial penetration sent a jolt of pleasure she had never felt before racing up her spine and stabbing straight into her brain. Whether it was her Expert-level willpower or the last shred of reason belonging to a woman who already had a lover, she froze there, hovering.
"Nn… ahh… Li… Lillian… noona…"
"!!"
But the boy pinned beneath her looked up with the cutest face in the world, eyes shining wet, and called her noona—and the last thread of her reason snapped.
Schliiick—!
"Kyaaahhh~~~~♡"
"Nnaaah~~♡"
She took the massive cock—bigger than Fredrick's—all the way to the root, and the first true pleasure of sex tore a ragged gasp from her lungs.
Huh? Blood!?
Kaisent felt the strange warmth below and realized, with a jolt, that Lillian's virginity was now his.
Whether the look on her face was pain from the loss, or pleasure, or both, he couldn't tell. But the knowledge that he had taken her virginity began to change him too.
I took Lillian's virginity. Lillian's virginity—mine!
Until now he had only ever admired her as Volf, the mercenary who always charged into the most dangerous places. When her helmet had split open saving him and revealed the beauty underneath, a boy's admiration had twisted hard in a new direction.
"Li—Lillian!!"
Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap—
"Kyah!? W-wait—if you move—!"
She had been trying to ride out the pain of her torn hymen. The moment Kaisent snapped his hips upward, pleasure drowned the pain completely.
"Noona! Lillian noonaaa!"
"Aaaah♡ W-what is thisss? I don't—I don't knowww!"
"This is sex!"
"Nnhiiiii—! Ah—nnh—ghk—oh—ah—nn—aaaang♡"
It was the first pleasure of her life. Every time Kaisent drove up into her, her whole body bounced hard. Until now she had only been addicted to his qi, her lust swollen but her experience zero. Naturally the initiative slipped straight into the hands of a boy who had already learned, in Dang Seol-yeong's body, exactly how to conquer a woman.
Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud!
"Ahaaang! Ang-ang-ang-ang-ang-ang~~~~♡"
Every upward thrust set the huge breasts trapped inside her suit surging up and down. The suit had doubled as a compression bandage to keep them still; now that her body was rocking this hard, those H-cup tits bounced freely.
Lillian is feeling it on my cock!
Lillian—bigger than him, stronger than him—was writhing and crying out in pleasure on his cock.
Squish—!
"Lillian! Lilliaaan!"
"Kyahhnn~~! D-don't♡ If you squeeze that hard—!"
"Hah!"
"Kyaaaaang!!!!"
Kaisent seized the soft high-leg fabric and the breasts beneath it in both hands and crushed them. Plump H-cup flesh bulged obscenely between a boy's fingers, warped out of shape.
Th-this is—dangerous—too dangerous…!
The cock stuffing her full slammed in and out like something enraged, forcing her walls wide and scraping every fold raw. Each stroke flooded her nerves with addictive sparks; her brain drowned in sensations she had no words for. All she could do was arch and twist that slender waist to the rhythm of Kaisent's hips.
"Kaisent! S-slowlyyy! Something—something's coming up—it's trying to come—!"
Her first climax was rising, and the unfamiliar sensation terrified her.
Slapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslap!
"Ah! Ah! Ang! Ang! Ah! Ka—Kai—oh—ghk—v-voice—stop—nn—ang—nn—nn—ah—ngh—oh—oh—ooooh!"
To Kaisent it was nothing but a signal to go harder. Lillian's hips lifted clean off the ground; she forgot she was supposed to be hiding and howled like an animal.
"M-my head—my heaaad! It's melting—it's meltinggg! Ang! Aaang! Ah—hhk—haaaaaahhooooooh~~~!"
Psssh— splurt— pssshhhhh—
Held aloft on his cock so her hips never quite touched the ground, Lillian arched hard and sprayed as climax ripped through her. Kaisent never stopped pounding upward into a crotch slick with girl-cum and virgin blood.
"Haa… haheh… hii…"
Pleasure so intense it felt like her brain was dissolving. She had never touched drugs in her life, yet the look on her face right then would have made even hardcore addicts flinch away.
No. This isn't enough.
He had just wrung an orgasm out of Lillian—and what rose in the boy's mind was Fredrick's face. There had always been a sticky closeness between Volf and Fredrick that "co-founders of a mercenary company" couldn't explain. Kaisent had once told himself it was only because they had climbed up from the bottom together. Now that he knew they were childhood friends, fiancés, lovers, a dark, clammy shadow began to coil in his chest.
I took Lillian's virginity. Noona chose me as her first. There's no way I'm handing a beauty like this over to some coward who never even laid a hand on her!
For the first time Kaisent threw away every scrap of consideration or respect for another person. He glared up at the jewel-haired beauty still straddling him, catching her breath in the afterglow. The thought of stealing another man's woman awakened the blood he had inherited from his father. Instinctively he adjusted the length of his cock—making it longer, thicker.
Thud—!
"Kihyaaaaah!!"
The suddenly larger cock slammed into her cervix in a violent kiss. Lillian, still floating in the aftershocks, was dragged under by an even heavier wave of pleasure; the moan that tore out of her was softer, wetter than before.
Thud! Thump! Schlick!
"Hnnn! I stole noona's cervical first kiss! Not Fredrick—me!"
"Nngoooooh~~~!!!"
"It feels good for you too, doesn't it! Every time I hit the back your pussy clamps down so tight!"
Drunk on the knowledge that he had claimed Lillian's cervical first kiss before Fredrick ever could, Kaisent whipped his hips even harder.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum while kissing noona's cervix! Nngh—! Nnaaaah!"
Just as a woman grows more sensitive after climax, so does a man's cock. Driving that hypersensitive shaft at full power brought him to the edge almost as fast as a premature ejaculator; he poured on even more speed for the final sprint.
Schlapschlapschlapschlapschlapschlapschlapschlapschlapschlapschlap—
"Oooooooh~~~! Oh—ghk—w-wait—hik—oh—b-breath—I can't—ghk—ah—aaaang!"
Harder, fiercer than before. The friction between cock and pussy spiked past what her brain could process; she could barely breathe. It was no metaphor—Lillian's tongue lolled out, drool spilling down her chin, head thrown back, spine arched, eyes rolling toward the whites.
"Nnaaaaaaah!"
Bllluuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt—————!
Kaisent held the orgasm until his skull felt ready to split, then drove his hips up with a sound that was half battle-cry, half scream. Cock-hole locked to cervix-hole in the deepest possible kiss—he came.
Gllluuurrrrrr——
The intensity flipped Lillian's eyes clean back into her head. She wet herself in a helpless gush and went limp. Rising Prana rank expanded the volume of sensation a body could endure—and still she had pissed herself like a mess. She never even saw her own disgrace before consciousness fled.
"Wake up."
"Ahhk!?"
Kaisent had only cum once. He refused to let her faint. He poured his inner energy straight into her body and jolted her mind awake; Lillian snapped back to consciousness on a fresh spike of blinding pleasure.
Throb— throbthrob—
His cock was still pumping. Her womb was still filling. The brand-new sensation of a uterus flooded with hot semen made her stroke her own lower belly. It was a warmth she had never found in any happiness, any joy, before.
Strange… Every time I look at Kaisent now… my heart races in a way it didn't before…?
Whoosh—!
"Kyah!"
The instant he confirmed she was fully awake, Kaisent surged upright and shoved her onto her back. He wedged himself between her thighs, forced her legs wide, and folded her until her feet pointed at the sky.
"Seol-yeong noona told me something."
"Haa… gulp…"
Once their bodies had joined, every scrap of hostility she had felt earlier vanished. Lillian swallowed dryly at the boy's calm explanation.
"She said this position is dangerous. That it's a position for making a woman submit."
"Brace yourself, noona. You're the one who started this."
"W-wai—!"
Folded into the unfamiliar pose for the first time, Lillian felt a primal spike of dread and tried to shove him off with raw strength.
Schluuuurp—!
"Hhooooooh~~~!!"
In that same instant Kaisent drove his full weight down through his cock and buried it to the hilt in a single brutal thrust. Unlike with Dang Seol-yeong, he had trained hard since then, packed on muscle, grown heavier—and every extra ounce of weight multiplied the impact of the impalement.
"Kyahhk! Ka—Kaisen—t—! Stop—stooop—I'm sorry—please stoppp—hngiiiit!"
He was smaller, weaker—and still she could not stop the weighted cock pinning her down. The position stacked every disadvantage against a woman.
Focus…!
She desperately gathered her will, tried to pull mana together to resist—
Schlick! Schlick!
"Ooooooh~~~~♡"
—and every time she did, Kaisent kissed her cervix deep and shattered her concentration.
In the end, for all that she could have crushed the boy with ease, Lillian was pinned helpless in a mating press, forced to take every drop of a red-blooded boy's newly awakened lust.