Chapter 131. Princess Catherine's First Experience (4)
'First... I should open the path.'
Lucian made his decision and began slowly, carefully pushing just the glans of his cock past the tightly sealed hymen.
Sluurp-
"Ah! Aaah!!"
Even with just the tip barely inside, Catherine felt as if a club were being forced into her lower body. Instinctively, she placed her hands on Lucian's chest to push him away.
'No, I must endure!'
She froze mid-push and bit down hard on her lip.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ahhk! Uuungh... Aaah!"
Suppressed screams leaked from Catherine's lips. The overwhelming pressure of an impossibly thick pillar mercilessly stretching muscles that had never been opened before.
Her fingers dug whitely into Lucian's broad back as she struggled to endure the tearing sensation.
Lucian kept his glans poised at the razor's edge where it touched her hymen, gently rocking his hips in shallow motions to gradually widen the tight entrance.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ahhh, it hurts... B-but I can bear it... Aah!"
'Good lord...'
Though only the head had barely entered, Catherine's impossibly narrow passage clenched around Lucian's cock as if trying to sever the intruder. He could feel each throbbing vein pressed against her mucosal walls.
Her delicate, glistening pink labia minora stretched and folded with each tiny movement of his glans.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah! Aah! Hnngh!"
As time passed, the tightly clenched entrance began adapting to his girth, secreting slick arousal.
When the pressure shifted almost imperceptibly toward pleasure, Catherine marveled inwardly at this shallow rhythm.
'Ah... So this is sex. Thank goodness. They say the first time hurts, but I think I can endure this.'
She had completely mistaken Lucian's partial insertion for full penetration. Though only half his glans had entered, she believed the worst was over.
Flooded with relief, and wanting to please the sweating Lucian, she deliberately arched her back slightly and let out a fake moan.
"Hnnn... Count, it feels so good..."
At that sweet, sticky cry, Lucian's crimson eyes flashed brilliantly.
Through their perfectly joined lower bodies, he sensed the exact moment Catherine relaxed completely, believing penetration was complete.
'Now.'
He didn't miss that split-second lapse in tension.
Drawing his hips back slightly, he gathered beast-like strength before driving forward violently into her virgin passage.
Sploosh-!!!!
"KYAAAAAAAH!!!"
Catherine's agonized scream echoed through the dressing room's transparent barrier.
The hothouse princess unaccustomed to pain had her skull split by the horrific sensation of flesh tearing and inner walls being breached. Her taut hymen ruptured mercilessly as Lucian's monstrous pillar tore through her narrow passage in one thrust, slamming directly into her deepest point - the cervical opening.
"Ahhk! I-It hurts! C-Count...! M-My stomach...! Feels like it's tearing...! H-hic!"
Thick tears poured like rain from Catherine's eyes as she clawed at Lucian's back, choking on sobs.
At their joined hips, virgin blood from her torn hymen mixed with clear arousal, dripping in crimson streaks.
"Shhh... It's alright, Princess. It's all in now. The pain is over. Don't cry..."
Lucian remained completely still, buried to the hilt against her cervix. He covered her tear-streaked face with kisses, patiently soothing her until the pain subsided.
But his patience wouldn't last long.
"Hic... It hurts, h-hic..."
"Haa...!"
Lucian drew a ragged breath.
Catherine's freshly deflowered walls began convulsing around his cock in shock, gripping him with terrifying strength as if trying to expel the massive invader.
The searing heat and velvet tightness squeezing his entire length proved unbearable. Without withdrawing even a millimeter, Lucian flexed his cock inside her, making it pulse and swell against her deepest reaches.
Twitch! Throb! Throb!
"Hiiieek-!!!"
Catherine's body arched like a bow.
Inside her deepest, most intimate place, that unbearably hot, pulsing club twitched and throbbed. As inexplicable pleasure lightning-bolted through her pain-numbed brain, her eyes rolled back, toes curled, and entire body trembled violently.
"Ahhk! Hnnn... Count... H-hic..."
This princess who had lived like a hothouse flower without experiencing even dust-sized pains finally broke down crying like a child at the brutal violation and unfamiliar agony piercing her lower abdomen. Tears soaked the plush wool coat beneath her.
As Lucian wiped her wet cheeks, he feigned concern:
"Princess, should we stop if it's too much? We shouldn't overdo it your first time."
Empty words, of course. He had no intention of withdrawing his throbbing cock buried firmly against her cervix.
Just a hunter's ploy to soothe his startled prey.
But before the words finished, clarity flashed in Catherine's eyes.
"No! I'll endure. If not today, then when?"
As if she'd never cried, she rubbed her face against Lucian's broad shoulders to dry her tears before wrapping her arms around his thick neck and whispering resolutely:
"I'm your woman now. Don't use contraception - finish inside me."
"!! ...."
Lucian's eyes widened. His heart dropped.
How did the princess know about his signature sperm retrieval magic? Only select women in Eckhart Castle knew that secret.
"How did you—"
"Violetta told me. I asked her everything."
Ha! Lucian stifled a laugh. After being caught in the garden yesterday, he'd noticed the princess and Archmage Violetta were close as sisters. Clearly Catherine had confessed her crush and sought advice.
His mind raced. Impregnating a kingdom's princess without contraception would bring unimaginable repercussions if the royal family found out.
Yet... separate from rational fear, the arrogant dominance at his core writhed madly.
'Why do all my lovers crave my seed so desperately?'
This beautiful virgin princess boldly demanding his raw seed seemed utterly precious and lovable.
The life of the continent's ultimate alpha male was exhausting yet exhilarating. Lucian secretly preened at the swelling superiority in his gut.
"Did you hear me? I said finish inside me."
When Lucian delayed answering, Catherine nipped his earlobe petulantly. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Ah, Princess. Are you really the same virgin who was crying in pain moments ago? Hehehe."
Evading a direct answer, he began withdrawing his hips microscopically.
Squelch...
"Aah! Hic..."
As Lucian's massive pillar retreated, Catherine's tight, burning walls clung desperately to follow.
After steadying his breath, Lucian slowly, gently pushed forward again.
Creak... Squeeeaak...
"Hnnn... Count... I-It hurts... Inside burns... Hic..."
The first thrust remained painful. Her narrow virgin passage still couldn't fully accommodate his girth, bringing tearing pressure and soreness with each movement.
Catherine turned her head to bite her dress collar against the pain. Her pale thighs trembled violently.
"Shhh... It's alright, Princess. Relaxing will help. Try to loosen up. Or should I make you squeeze me again?"
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