The Main Event
"Oh, I almost forgot."
The dread that springs up at moments like this is always dead on.
"Hhk, ahhk!"
Out of my gaping mouth burst moans embarrassing even to hear. No shame I had ever known could compare to this. My body, set aflame in an instant, sank deep into pleasure and bleached my mind pure white.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. I've watched you come how many times by now. Honestly, with all that fluid you've been spilling, it'd be stranger if you weren't sensitive."
"………Hah…hah…"
My breathing had turned ragged. Every touch against those sensitized places felt ready to send pleasure flooding in without end.
I grew afraid. If, just as he said, this was only because I'd come so many times right before…
"Then, since you seem just about ready, I take it we can move on to the main event?"
"W-wait…hhng."
"All you have to do, Saintess, is keep making those cute little sounds. Leave everything else to me."
What on earth was going to happen next?
"Take your hands off me, you madman!"
"If that's what you wish."
The hand pressing my clit drew away — and in its place I felt something else touch the cleft between my legs. The soft flesh there, pressed firm against his glans, began to grind with a wet, squelching sound. It was the moment arousal piled onto a body already aching with sensitivity.
"I understand how you feel, Saintess. Begging so desperately for a taste of my cock — well, what can I do?"
"Fuck, stop…hhk, not that…don't you dare!"
The next instant the cord around my ankles must have come loose, for my legs were suddenly free. I thrashed and kicked at whatever I could reach, but it was useless. At some point he had wound both my thighs around himself, and now he pried my legs wide open.
"You should have said so sooner. Squirming like this when I haven't even put it in — you're making me feel needlessly sorry for you."
Even back then, watching the woman on the screen hold that pose, I'd felt the lewdness and the baseness of it all at once. And yet it was unmistakably a pose meant to rouse whoever watched. I had drowned in that same arousal often enough myself.
Horror came crashing in as if to devour my mind whole — because that man, too, was betraying glimpses of the same arousal I used to feel. The way his gaze swung between my face and my cunt, oozing satisfaction, made me feel my head might burst.
All the while, I felt his glans wedge itself halfway into my pussy, utterly defenseless now.
"S-stop it…please…don't…"
The cock squirming within me seemed ready to skewer straight through my belly, and desperation wrung the plea out of me. I knew all too well what he was. A man who had not only resolved to violate me but seen it through to the act. What hope did a tearful, desperate begging have with a man like that? If anything, it would only please him more.
"I believe the day will come when you thank me for this, Saintess. So for now, simply rest content in your happiness as a woman."
Just like now.
He drew his hips back, then slammed his flesh against mine with brutal force.
"Hehhng!"
My maidenhead was gone. For one instant everything went pitch black before snapping back to normal. Normally, at times like this, the rest of my senses would return to their usual state right along with it.
"Ugh…! Ugh…! Nnngghh…!"
But this vile sensation blooming below showed not the slightest sign of fading. Feeling my guts churned apart, a monstrous resentment began to grow inside my heart.
What on earth had I done wrong? That bastard was too busy pistoning his hips to hear me no matter how I raged, so he was a lost cause — was I supposed to pour my resentment on my past self instead, the me who had never once tried penetration with this body? Ah, so that's why I had to endure this pain? Fuck, but it hurt far too much for that.
"Hhaah, hah."
I had no composure left even to close my mouth. His face had already proven, amply, that my suffering meant nothing to him. He would never smother his desire to crush me beneath him and conquer me completely — and so the slab of flesh plowing through my narrow channel would not stop, not for anything.
The deeper the cock invading me carved out its territory, the more it felt like raw flesh being torn without mercy. Somehow, some way, I had to pin down my reason and keep breathing calmly.
"Hhk, stahp…aahh…"
Exposed to a pain unlike anything I had ever known, my body began to run wild on its own. I wrenched at my unresponsive limbs and whipped my head from side to side.
The dread wouldn't lift. Because a pleasure to match this pain — the pain that had broken me in mere seconds — seemed poised to swallow me whole.
"Just bear it a little longer. It's nearly all the way in; you'll get used to it soon enough. All that's left now is the part that feels good, you know?"
Just as he said, I could picture it — myself, sprawled beneath that huge frame, mewling, worked up past all bearing.
"Shut…up…"
"Now, don't be like that. I'm trying my hardest so it won't hurt, Saintess."
"You son of a…bitch…hhit!"
As the certainty that it would come true began circling my skull, my mind went dizzy. All he was doing was tugging at my nipple, same as before. It was supposed to hurt. But as though this body's erogenous zones had resolved to do their duty, it was starting to feel good. If that wasn't the herald of what was coming, what else could it be?
Only half the pillar had vanished into me so far — what would happen once it was buried to the root was plain as day.
My whole body was soaking through with sweat. And sweating had never come easily to me.
This couldn't go on. I had to do something. Even if I was to be violated to the very end like this, I must not come to know pleasure of this kind. I tried, by sheer force, to anchor my mind to some other discomfort instead. Dizzy, nauseated, on the verge of retching, and, and, and…
"Hahk!"
"It seems you're even more sensitive here, Saintess."
The moment his hand moved from my nipple to my clit, I felt vertigo closing in.
"You're fortunate your first man is me, Saintess. With a pussy this pretty clamping down on me, I'm still bearing it beautifully and putting your pleasure first, no? How about it? Does my kindness reach you at all?"
Only now did I see it — those contemptible little words were what he was using to drive me out of my mind. My pussy grips well — so what am I supposed to do about that? I was dying to jam a knife into that face and ask him myself. For the first time, I resented this frail body of mine, too weak to snap even a single cord.
"Please, stop…hhah."
"Well, of course — you must be far more embarrassed than I am. That's why you always cover yourself down to your ankles, isn't it? I understand it all. Don't you worry."
I was at the edge of losing my mind. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so dizzy my thoughts had tangled into knots.
What, his cock is small? And that's supposed to reassure me? Insane. What would small even change? Either way it was still a hot slab of flesh churning through my channel — it made no difference whatsoever. He even claimed something as thin as a finger could satisfy me, and yet that thing was bigger than a finger. So it didn't matter. Not one bit.
I simply had to deny this reality. Because the only truth in it was that I lay beneath a man, being nailed by him.
I'm a man — so why do I have to taste this feeling? If I could be permitted to simply ponder why I must accept this senseless sensation, I thought I could keep at it for days on end — no, for the rest of my life — and it wouldn't matter. Because at least while I was thinking, I wouldn't have to feel that flesh advancing into me.
It was fucked. Ah — well, seeing as I was being nailed by a cock, I supposed that was the accurate way to put it. Which meant that bastard was screwing a man just like himself, wasn't he?
"…Hhaah. Haang."
Fuck — what kind of man makes sounds like these!
Then our flesh met flush, and when I felt it had finally, inevitably been driven in to the root, my reason went numb. The sight of that bastard and me joined as one was burning itself into my eyes with unbearable vividness.
With this, everything was as good as over. The reason it had taken so long just to get it in was, without a doubt, the "consideration" he had spoken of. Which meant that from here on, he would move in earnest.
"Aah…"
"See? It feels good now, doesn't it?"
"No — I said no."
"Your pussy seems to be saying yes, though?"
"……"
I couldn't give any answer. Because even I could feel it — that I was gripping his cock, tight and unrelenting. It drove home that I had never had any means of resistance to begin with, and I couldn't hold down the emotion welling up in me.
"Saintess. I told you, didn't I?"
"Hhng."
Even the hand stroking down my hip was drawing pleasure out of me.
"That I would treasure our first night together."
The hand gliding down along my skin traveled from my thigh to grope my rear. And when it suddenly reached up to seize one of my breasts, a base smile surfaced on his face.
"Which is why I'm saying we should both come, nice and happy!"
"Hhaang, ang."
As he began to move his hips, heated breath spilled from my lips and my lower belly started to burn. The heat that had begun at my cleft was spreading through the cock burrowed inside me — as though a fiery pit were scorching my walls while stabbing at my depths.
"Aahng, haang."
Far from tormenting me, it felt so good I might let go of my mind just like this. As the pistoning grew steadily more violent, my whole body flared hot, and my consciousness dimmed away.