Deflowering the Female Hero
I was doomed.
This bastard genuinely intended to tear through my virginity right here for all to see.
Slurp, suckle.
"Ngh... stop sucking on my breasts...!"
No matter how violently I twisted my torso or pulled my hips away, it was utterly futile. Whenever his iron grip clamped down and dragged me forward, I was reeled in like a ragdoll. He kneaded my tits as though massaging soft rice cakes, his mouth slobbering over both nipples without giving them a single second to dry.
Chuu, shluck!
"Ngh, what...?"
Every time he latched onto a nipple, my mind spun into a dizzying fog. Something was wrong—terribly wrong. An unbearable tingle began crawling through my thighs and spreading straight to my groin. The sheer heat radiating between my legs was turning the inside of my bridal silks into a sweltering, humid mess.
What kind of body was this?! Was this truly what it meant to be a woman? Just driven by instinct, helplessly surrendering to whatever the hormones commanded!
Desperate to hide the pathetic state I was in, I squirmed and crossed my legs, but his lips merely left my aching nipples and trailed down across my flat belly toward my navel.
Smooch, lick.
"Ah, ngh... please, at least take me inside...! I'll do whatever you want! I'll make you feel good, I swear! Just please... not where everyone can watch...!"
"Out of the question," the Demon King rumbled dismissively. "Displaying the phallus pressing its deep kiss against the cervix before all the world is the sacred wedding tradition of our demon royal lineage."
"Throw that disgusting tradition in the trash! Mmph, ah, hnghh...!"
My entire frame shivered uncontrollably, caught in a sickening confluence of sheer terror, humiliation, and a creeping tide of unwanted pleasure.
"Throw it in the trash? Hardly," he mocked, chuckling darkly. "What custom could possibly capture the glory of our age-old plunder economy better than this? Heh-heh-heh. Defiling the enemy race's most prized female before the eyes of their vanquished warriors—that is the true mark of a supreme conqueror."
"You're insane... completely insane... Ahhhng?!"
A high-pitched, nasal squeak tore past my lips against my will, and my neck snapped back. His mouth had finally reached the junction of my thighs.
Lick.
"Ngh...!"
A bolt of electricity shot up the base of my spine the moment his broad, wet tongue dragged across my groin.
Lap... lick.
He grazed agonizingly close along the edge of my lace panties, deliberately holding back from crossing the seam just to torment me.
"Scorching hot, aren't you?"
His cheek brushed against the fabric, instantly reading the feverish heat building beneath. Even an idiot would have noticed—the space between my legs was burning like an open hearth.
"..."
Overwhelmed with shame, I turned my face away. Yet there was no hiding the crimson fire that engulfed my ears and flushed all the way down my neck.
"Mmh. Already giving off such a thick, humid musk... Truly magnificent."
Sniff.
"Don't smell me...!"
Pulling my hips back did nothing to save me. The brute simply hauled me closer with overwhelming physical might. Shamelessly burying his snout right into the fabric covering my crotch, he took a deep, greedy breath.
Sniff! Inhale... haaah!
"Ugh...!"
It was repulsive. Utterly grotesque. Having a hundred maggots crawling over my bare skin would have felt cleaner than this! Violent goosebumps erupted across my flesh, but he took my trembling as an entirely different invitation.
"Heh-heh. Ready, are we?"
Without warning, his lips locked firmly over my lace underwear, clamping down with pinpoint precision over my swollen clitoris.
Schlurp!
"Ah-hph?!"
My lower back arched clean off the altar before I could stop myself. Why?! Even if it was hairless, this was supposed to be a tightly sealed, virgin cunt! How could a mouth sucking through cloth feel so terrifyingly intense?!
Fwump, chupa!
"N-Ngh... don't look, damn you...! Close your eyes... all of you! Aaaahhh!"
The vacuum of his mouth was monstrous. It felt as if a high-powered pump was sealing itself over my panties. Even squeezing my thighs together was useless against that terrifying suction.
After toying with me through the drenched fabric for what felt like an eternity, he casually snapped the cords binding my ankles and wrenched my thighs wide apart for all to see. The lower half of my wedding gown shredded into useless tatters; the frilly lace skirt fluttered pathetically in the air, offering zero coverage. Beneath it, the pristine white lingerie—now soaked through with sticky moisture—was peeled aside by his clawed fingers.
Haa, pant.
Dizziness rushed through my skull each time his scorching breath washed over my exposed vulva.
"Tightly shut, just as expected."
"...You made it that way, you bastard."
"I had no idea the gender-transformation curse would take so flawlessly. You truly have a natural gift for being a breeding female."
The Demon King parted my outer labia with both thumbs. The completely bare, hairless slit parted slightly, revealing a tender, pristine pink seam.
"Even if I was the one who cast it, I never anticipated such an exquisite little hole. The curse's specifics are always somewhat random, after all."
"..."
"Splendid. The finest specimen I have ever laid eyes upon. Heh-heh. Can you feel all these eyes staring directly into your private cleft? Have you no shame?"
"Shut up..."
My face was burning. Never in my twenty years of life had I endured such gut-wrenching humiliation. Each puff of his scalding breath against my most intimate flesh sent an unbearable itch deep into my core, making my slender thighs quiver. To think my new body was already weeping its own juices... I wanted nothing more than to bite my tongue and die.
"Already dripping wet."
"..."
"Cute little slut."
His tongue slithered across my cleft like a serpent.
Lick, lap.
First, he traced the plump outer lips, then lapped the sensitive crease between the inner folds parted by his thumbs. Finally, he bathed that virgin pink cleft in a thick sheen of hot saliva.
"Mmh, ngh... ah...!"
No. I can't let out a single moan. If I do, I lose. I can't let myself be broken in front of an entire crowd. If this is rape, then let it be rape—I refuse to let them see me enjoy it! I have to endure...!
Schlurp!
"Nnnhhh—!"
He sharpened the tip of his tongue and poked directly into the opening, coaxing a stifled cry through my clenched teeth.
"Mmh... schlurp... Feels good, doesn't it?"
"As if... you lunatic... ah!"
The slick, supple muscle was stroking the outer rim of my passage with terrifying dexterity. His ragged, scalding breaths brushed past my hooded clitoris, setting off waves of electric goosebumps. I needed to resist, but the sheer pleasure running up my spine was threatening to melt my mind.
Slurp, squelch, suck.
"Ngh? Ah...?"
Bizarre, pathetic noises leaked from my throat. I couldn't even recognize my own voice anymore. My head was floating; my hips were lifting off the floor on their own accord.
Drip.
"You're soaking. A remarkably juicy little pussy."
Schluck, slurp, lap, gulp!
"Ah, haaah...?"
What is this...? If you flick your tongue like that... stabbing and swirling it inside... I can't... my eyes are rolling back...!
"A remarkably thick hymen."
Before I realized it, his thumbs had pried my bare folds wide open, peering directly into the passage with his own eyes.
"A spectacle like this must be shared with the masses. Sandro, record this."
"Ah, wait—no! Noooo!"
It was too late.
A Video Recording Orb hovered between my parted thighs, capturing every intimate fold of my interior. In the next instant, an enormous, shimmering projection bloomed above the altar for all to witness.
My intact virgin hymen—looking like a delicate, pale web pierced with only tiny natural perforations—was being broadcast into the air like a theater screen! It was a nightmare.
"Don't look! Don't look at it, damn you all! Close your eyes!!!"
Horrified murmurs rippled through the ranks of captured soldiers below the stage.
"Ah... even our invincible Hero...!"
"Look at her body twitching... she's completely a woman now... It's over... we're finished...!"
Gulp.
"She's so lewd... I had no idea the Hero could look so erotic...!"
Stop admiring it, you bastards! Do you think I asked for this body?!
Down among the captured human troops, a growing number of men were visibly sporting raging hard-ons. Getting off to the live, public defilement of their own champion right before their eyes—traitors, every last one of them!
And why the hell was the sphere zooming in on the membrane?! Everyone in the courtyard was staring straight up into the deepest core of my body. I wanted to die.
"A sturdy barrier. Barely any perforations... I like it."
The Demon King's long, snake-like tongue slid right into the shallow canal, lightly grazing the surface of the hymen.
"Ugh... fuck... fuck you...!"
I had steeled myself for humiliation, but nothing could have prepared me for this absolute degradation. Helpless tears spilled down my cheeks.
"Mmh. Delicious flavor. Quite sweet."
Chuu, shluck, lap.
Damn it... teasing and brushing against it with such calculated persistence...!
"Now then. It is time for the ceremonial kiss of union."
The Demon King rose to his feet. Looming right before my face was a colossal, dreadfully engorged azure phallus.
"What the...!"
How... how can something be so massive and rock-hard...?
"What is the matter? Does it look so different from the pathetic cock you once had?"
"D-Don't make me laugh! Mine was easily this big before!"
"Was it? I highly doubt that. Since this is yours, after all."
With a mocking smirk, the Demon King produced a sealed glass jar. Floating inside the clear preservative liquid was... my severed male member.
"Give it back! Give it to me!"
"Now, now. Behave."
He pulled the jar out of reach, then yanked the chain attached to my collar to bring me to heel.
Clank!
"Ghk, ack!"
I flailed, but a collared bitch had no choice but to submit.
"Behold. It resides on an entirely different plane compared to that pitiful little twig of yours."
"..."
I couldn't even argue. His tool was vastly larger, harder, and menacingly curved. The bulging, thick veins tracing its dark-blue surface pulsed with brutal power. Even at my absolute peak erection, I couldn't have matched half of that monstrous girth. Worse still, his demonic body heat burned far hotter than any human's—the shaft practically radiated waves of stifling heat.
"Suck it."
"..."
Without a word, my head was gripped, forcing me down to my knees. The weeping, blue-skinned head of his cock was shoved against my delicate lips, and I was forced to take it in. The flared, mushroom-shaped glans pushed past my teeth.
"Mmh... mph..."
Suck, shluck.
This was insane. How could it be this gigantic? The head alone was so wide that my jaw felt like it was going to dislocate. Or had the curse made my mouth that much smaller?
"Haaah. Quite clumsy for your first time. Though that in itself has its charms."
Holding the leash in one hand and my hair in the other, he guided my head back and forth at his own leisurely pace.
Chupa, chuu, slurp!
"Haa... drop that bouquet and use your hands properly."
I let the bridal bouquet fall to the stone tiles, barely managing to lift my manacled hands to stroke the shaft. ...Wait. What if I made him blow his load with my mouth? If I could make him cum before he penetrated me, wouldn't that spare me from being publicly breached?
I'm not yielding. This is tactics! Rather than having him dump his demonic seed inside my womb and leave me pregnant, it's a hundred times better to milk him with my mouth first!
I pursed my lips tightly, gripping the shaft with maximum friction on every stroke.
Mmph... slurp, shluck, squelch!
"Oh? Developing some enthusiasm at last? Ngh... you suck quite well."
Slurp, suck, shlup!
"Hoh... ah... Mind your teeth. Tighten those little lips. Yes, just like that... that's it... right there!"
Squelch, squelch, slurp!
The Demon King threw his head back, fully leaning into the pleasure. I gathered all the saliva I could muster, feverishly lapping and sucking the swollen head while my hands stroked the shaft, one thumb lightly teasing his heavy scrotum.
Cum! Blow your load already! Go off before you stick it in me...! Yes, just a little more, just a bit—!
"Haaah... exceptional work."
Pop!
"Mmph?!"
He stopped me?!
His large hand shoved my head away just as I was on the brink of success.
"I nearly spilled everything down that lovely throat of yours. A valiant effort for a virgin's first attempt—quite adorable, really. How-ev-er."
Thud!
He rested the massive shaft and heavy balls directly against my cheek. ...Huge. The heat coming off him was blistering, far beyond human limits. And his scrotum hung with immense weight, easily the size of large apples, swollen to bursting with seed. I could practically feel millions of demon offspring squirming beneath the thick skin, desperate to erupt.
"As much as I would enjoy using that wet little mouth more, I shall exercise patience for the supreme joy of planting my seed deep within your womb."
"No—w-wait a second!"
The bastard just used me for oral foreplay, and now he's going straight for the kill!
A heavy, monstrously thick mass pressed squarely against my soaking entrance. No! Penetration was out of the question!
"Now then, the hour for our vow's kiss has arrived. Present your cunt."
"N-No! Please, please don't! If we have to do it, at least take me indoors...!"
"That will not do. The world must bear witness."
I lay pinned atop the white wedding carpet laid over the hard altar, legs forced wide. His sneering face pulled back, replaced by the suffocating presence of that blistering iron rod pressing into my cleft. Thick, long, unyielding, and burning with unnatural heat. If something like that forced its way inside me...!
"Nooooooo!"
Squelch.
"Aaaagh?!"
It began burrowing into my passage. Don't force it in! Like an unrelenting drill driven by brute strength, the massive glans wedged itself into the virgin slit.
"Lord Hero!"
"Ah... what kind of hero is that anymore? She's just a fragile girl...!"
"Fragile girl? Are you blind?! She's getting bred like livestock! She'll be an absolute used-up rag in no time...!"
"We're completely finished...!"
The captured soldiers groaned in collective despair, yet beneath the surface, more and more of them hardened as they watched. The champion they once revered was being reduced to an erotic spectacle before their very eyes. Filthy scum... every last one of them!
Squish... squelch!
"Aaaagh! Ah! It hurts! It hurts—!"
Muscles that had never once parted were being forcibly pried open. No matter how wet the body had become, he was simply too massive. It felt as though a branding iron was splitting my groin apart from the inside.
"Is this the spot? The hymen."
Nudge.
He grinned down at me, leaning in to whisper cruel mockery directly into my ear.
"Haaah... the tightness is extraordinary."
"Stop it... please, just stop...! I'll do whatever you say! Just take me inside, somewhere out of sight! Please, I'm begging you! Please!"
"Heh-heh-heh."
Squilch.
He rubbed the blunt head of his phallus deliberately against the taut membrane. Paralyzed by the slow, deliberate friction, I could only freeze like a frog caught in the gaze of a viper, trembling from head to toe. If I moved even a fraction of an inch, the barrier would snap.
"Haa, remarkably resilient, isn't it?"
Even as he subtly thrust his hips forward and drew back, the stubborn seal held firm against the invasion.
"Please, just take me inside! I was wrong, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgive me—!"
The Demon King slowly worked his hips in measured, testing strokes, savoring every piece of the experience: my body, my tight inner walls, and the raw panic written across my face. He looked down with the absolute arrogance of an undisputed conqueror as I lay spread in my shredded bridal gown, weeping and pleading for mercy to preserve my last shred of dignity.
Then, his iron hands clamped firmly down onto my wide, feminine hips, using them like handles to haul me flush against his crotch.
"Oh? Your hymen is just as stubborn as you are."
Squeeech...!
The membrane stretched to its absolute, agonizing limit. I had to hold on! What could I do? How could I escape this nightmare? What words could I possibly say to stop this public violation?!
Think! Think, damn it, please!
There was no answer, no salvation—only bitter guilt toward the membrane desperately holding the line for my sake. As I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst, the Demon King smirked down and affectionately licked the tears from my cheek.
"I'll tear it open for you. ♡"
Rrrriiiip—!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!"
Pushed far beyond its breaking point, the stubborn barrier gave way in an instant, ripping cleanly through. And into the impossibly tight, violated depths of my virgin passage, the demon's grotesque member drilled all the way to the hilt.