With Duchess Rozena: Round Two (3)
Seeing the vivid red blood mix with sticky honey-like fluids and stain the pristine white sheets, I couldn't believe my eyes. No way—why the hell was there blood? Duchess Rozena arched her back like a bow from the tearing pain of her first time, gasping out a pitiful moan. "It hurts...! Hnngh... It hurts...♡"
From her tight hole poured a nonstop stream of transparent nectar mingled with bright crimson blood.
In my original world, a woman keeping her virginity was something pure and meaningful. But in this insane gender-reversed world, it was the total opposite. Here, being a virgin just proved you were an incompetent, unattractive weakling—a shameful disgrace. Demon women gathered to brag like it was a medal of honor about how many men they'd devoured and how brutally they'd dominated them. And yet, a duke who ruled the Demon Capital—one at the pinnacle of nobility, not some low-rank—was a virgin? The sheer enormity of it stunned me so badly that I froze solid, my cock buried deep inside her without a twitch.
"Ugh... Wh-what...?♡" Unable to handle the overwhelming heat filling her, she lifted her head with a whiny pout in her feverish voice. Then, following my gaze downward, she spotted the red blood oozing stickily from her pussy. Her face flushed crimson in an instant, like it might explode.
"Gasp... Th-this is…! I-it's just... I haven't held a man in so long... it got clogged up...!"
"......"
"I-it's true..! Don't you even know the virgin membrane regrows if you don't use it for a while..?!!"
"......"
"Why... why that distrustful look..?! D-does my word sound implausible..?!"
She stammered out the most absurd excuse anyone could hear, then buried her flushed face in her hands like she wanted to crawl into a hole. The ruler of the Demon Capital squirming in shame, trying to clamp her legs shut. In normal circumstances, other male prostitutes might've sneered inwardly, thinking 'Ah... yeah right...' and despising her as incompetent. But to me, with my modern sensibilities, this scene only made my cock throb wildly harder.
No—it was the wicked thrill of defiling and claiming the first time of this arrogant, icy duchess as a mere male prostitute that surged blood fiercely into my shaft.
I gripped her snowy white thighs hard with both hands. Then, mercilessly snapping my hips forward, I thrust my raging cock to the hilt into her impossibly tight virgin pussy like a beast.
- Squelch... splurt♡
With the raw friction of flesh slamming flesh, the thick shaft pierced her without mercy, and a gush of blood-tinged nectar sprayed out.
"Aaang...!♡ Haaah...! It's ripping...! Don't shove so brutally...!♡"
Her hands flew from her face, flailing desperately before latching onto my shoulders. From the lips of one of the Seven Dukes, who'd lived haughtily her whole life, spilled raw, slutty moans sweet as sin.
I leaned slowly to her ear, whispering intimately from a breath's distance where our lips nearly brushed. "Just like you said, Duchess, it seems your insides haven't been used in ages—they're clamping my cock so tight they won't let go. It's so hot and sloppy, it's driving me insane. Squeezing like it's never taken a man before."
"Hnnngh....! Sh-shut up...! How dare a lowly male prostitute say such... haang...! Ah, aaah! Th-there...!♡"
At my blatant, mocking whisper, she tried to glare at me with teary eyes mixed of shame and pleasure. But as I circled my hips, slathering her sensitive walls, those fierce red eyes melted instantly into bliss.
I locked her pelvis firm and began pistoning upward—rhythmic, but heavy and unyielding.
- Thwack....! Squish...! Squish♡
Each pelvic clash sent her juicy flesh rippling, and her narrow, scorching depths clung and sucked at my cock with every motion, trying to devour the head. Her virgin pussy's overwhelming grip had me struggling to hold back my excitement too. A thrilling shiver raced up my spine, drawing rough breaths from me unbidden.
"Haa... Hoo.... Haah..."
Watching sweat beads from my forehead drip onto her pale breasts, I curled my lips into a slight smile. "Hoo.... Glad it seems your pussy likes my cock, Duchess."
I used polite speech with feigned courtesy, gently brushing back her sweat-damp hair. Yet my hips ravaged her depths mercilessly, pounding out wet thwacks.
"Your exquisite body is far too honest, isn't it, Duchess?!"
"Hnnngh...! Sh-shut up...! Insolent wretch...! Daring to face me... aaang!♡"
She tossed her head wildly, snapping back with feisty defiance. Traces of ducal pride lingered, as she tried spitting sharp words—but they always crumbled into vulgar, sugary cries.
That contradictory sight turned me on so much I leaned in close, locking eyes with her. "Leaking like this and calling me insolent? The sloppy sounds are filling the room—doesn't it feel good?"
"Haa.. haah...! N-nonsense...! A pathetic male prostitute's cock...! Doesn't feel good at all.... hnng.... Not one bit....!♡"
She shot me glares with red eyes brimming tears, denying it stubbornly. But her tight hole clenched regretfully each time I withdrew, mucosa squeezing the head greedily. That adorable disconnect between body and mouth made me decide to tease her even more mischievously.
"Oh, is that so? If my lowly cock feels nothing good..."
I twisted my angle slightly, grinding the glans hard against the hottest, most swollen sensitive spot deep inside.
Scriiipe....! Thrust♡!!!!
"Hiiiik...!!!!?♡ Th-there...! Ah, aaaang!!!!♡"
"This spot doesn't feel good either, I suppose. I'll keep pounding my way until you're satisfied, Duchess."
"No...! Hn, aaah! St-stop this instant...?! That's an order....! Hwaaang!♡"
Her 'order' came out soaked in pleasure, sounding more like a plea. I pinned her wrists lightly to the bed, dominating utterly as I accelerated my hips.
"An order? But you told me just now to satisfy you my way, Duchess. I'm merely serving faithfully."
Thwack....! Thwack...! Squish♡!
Each meaty impact made her voluptuous breasts bounce lewdly, tracing obscene arcs in the air. I seized one ripe globe, kneading firmly. The soft give and stiff pink nipple tickled my palm.
"Ahh! Th-the breasts...! Don't touch...! Nn♡"
"So sensitive here too—how did you endure all this time? You love it with just a touch."
I flicked the nipple hard with my thumb, whispering. For all her grand title, on this bed she was just a fragile bitch helpless against my cock.
"I-I'm cumming...!♡ N-nooo....! My head, my head's going white.... aaang!♡"
Swept by her first waves of ecstasy, she'd forgotten defiance entirely, thighs quivering helplessly in time with my thrusts. I pressed lips to her flushed ear, blowing hot breath to prime the next peak.
"Please stop...♡ D-don't, I said.... Heeeuh....♡!!!!"
Her tear-glistened plea of total surrender sparked my inner imp. Truth be told, abandoning this legendary pussy's violent, sucking bliss wasn't easy for me either—the walls clung like desperate leeches, begging me not to pull out. But the sadistic urge to torment this haughty duchess a bit more overrode reason.
"Ah, really? If you truly don't want it, no choice then."
I smirked wickedly and yanked my cock out from her deepest womb-mouth in one swift motion.
Pop~♡
The vacuum-tight hole released with a bright, vulgar pop that echoed through the room.
"Haaah...♡! Wh..? Wh-what...?"
The sudden void of that massive heat and pleasure left Duchess Rozena trembling with legs splayed, confusion plain on her face. Sticky nectar and virgin blood dripped from her gaping entrance, soaking the sheets.
Her emptied hole twitched around the memory of my cock, and she blinked in disbelief with pleasure-hazed eyes.
"Wh-what are you doing all of a sudden...? Why... why stop....?"
Her voice dripped with obvious regret and frustration. I shrugged with exaggerated politeness. "Didn't you just strictly order me to stop, Duchess? As a lowly male prostitute, I'm simply obeying your noble command."
She gaped like a fish at my deadpan reply.
"W-wai.. wait.. just a sec...."
Caught perfectly between her bitch-in-heat instincts screaming to beg for more and her frail ducal pride refusing to say it first. Watching her squirm, thighs rubbing together desperately as her hips twitched lewdly and comically, I smiled leisurely.