"Please, young master… I need your cock inside me…" Lydia breathed, voice trembling on the edge of a sob.
I nudged her backward onto the plush bed. She sank into the sheets like she was melting, legs parting almost on instinct, red hair fanning out in a messy halo around her flushed face.
Her eyes never left mine except when they dipped helplessly to my straining length, then snapped back up, wide and glassy with hunger.
I stepped between her thighs, gripping the base of my shaft and letting the swollen head rest right against her entrance. Her pussy was exquisite: neatly trimmed dark curls framing swollen, glistening lips, her clit already peeking out, flushed and throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own.
I drank in the sight for several long seconds, letting her feel my stare.
Then I pressed forward, just the tip, parting her slick folds without entering.
Lydia whimpered, hips twitching upward in tiny, involuntary jerks. "Ah… please…"
I dragged the head slowly up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness until every slide made an obscene, wet sound. Her breathing turned ragged. Little shivers raced across her stomach and thighs.
"Tickles… young master, it tickles so much…" she gasped, fingers curling into the sheets.
I kept the torture going with long, lazy strokes, circling her clit with the underside of my cock and never quite giving her what she craved. Sweat began to bead along her hairline. Her attempts to chase me grew more desperate. Her hips lifted, her back arched, and soft pleading noises spilled out every time I pulled away.
By the time her pupils were blown wide and her lips stayed parted in constant shallow pants, I knew she was right on the brink of breaking.
One final teasing glide, the tip nudging her clit hard. Then I lined up and sank into her in one smooth, unrelenting thrust.
"Hnngggg…!"
Her walls clamped down like a velvet fist. Hot. Ridiculously tight. And then I felt it. The unmistakable flutter and give of untouched tissue tearing.
My hips froze.
She's… thirty-seven. And still a virgin?
Lydia's brows knit in confusion at my sudden stillness. "Young master…? Did I… do something wrong?"
Her voice was small and vulnerable, nothing like the composed maid who'd served me for years.
I exhaled slowly, steadying the primal urge to rut. Then I pushed deeper, feeling the last resistance yield completely. A thin trickle of blood appeared, warm against my shaft.
"Ah…!" Lydia's cry was sharp. Her fists balled the sheets so hard her knuckles bleached white. Her thighs trembled violently around my waist.
I paused again, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. Her inner walls fluttered and spasmed around me in erratic little pulses as pain and overstimulation warred inside her.
I leaned down, brushing sweat-damp strands of crimson hair from her forehead. "Breathe, Lydia. Just breathe for me."
She nodded jerkily, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving. After several long seconds the worst of the sting seemed to ebb. Her death grip on the sheets loosened fractionally.
I withdrew halfway, slow, then slid back in just as carefully.
This time her gasp was softer, edged with something new.
Again. Deeper. Slower.
Her brows gradually smoothed. Color flooded back into her cheeks, not just from pain now. When I bottomed out the fourth time, a tiny, surprised moan slipped past her lips.
"…feels… full…"
That was my cue.
I picked up rhythm. Still controlled, but no longer gentle. Each thrust stretched her newly opened pussy, forcing her to take every thick inch. Her heavy breasts bounced with the motion. I caught them in both hands, thumbs brushing over already hard nipples.
Lydia's composure shattered completely.
"Ahh… ahhh… young master…! It's too big… it's splitting me…!"
I'd never heard her curse. Never seen her this undone. The sound of her losing every scrap of restraint sent heat roaring down my spine.
I dipped my head and latched onto her left nipple, sucking hard while my tongue flicked the peak. My free hand rolled and pinched the right, tugging just enough to make her back bow off the bed.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Wet slaps echoed through the room. Her pussy made filthy sucking noises every time I pulled back, clinging like it never wanted to let go.
Her moans escalated into broken cries.
"So deep… ahhh… I can feel you in my stomach…!"
I switched nipples, biting lightly, then soothed with slow circles of my tongue. Her walls fluttered wildly in response, warning tremors of her first real climax.
I didn't let up.
When her thighs began quaking uncontrollably and her breathing turned into staccato sobs, I drove in hard and ground my pelvis against her clit.
"Come for me, Lydia. Let me feel it."
Her eyes rolled back. "Ah… coming… coming…!"
Her pussy clamped down in violent spasms, milking me in rhythmic waves as she screamed through her first orgasm. I kept thrusting through it with slow, deep rolls of my hips, drawing the climax out until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.
Even then I didn't stop.
Her body was still twitching with aftershocks when I felt the next wave building inside her. Faster this time, because she was so fucking sensitive now.
I leaned close to her ear, voice low and rough. "You're going to come again. And this time I'm filling you up. Your first creampie, Lydia."
She blinked up at me, dazed, lips parted. "…cream… pie…?"
The innocent confusion almost made me lose it right there.
I answered by slamming in harder, angling so the head dragged across her front wall with every stroke. One hand slid between us. Two fingers found her oversensitive clit and rubbed tight, merciless circles.
Her second orgasm hit like a freight train.
"Ahhhhh…! No… no more… too much… coming again…!"
Her walls convulsed so hard it nearly pushed me out. I pinned her hips down and fucked her through it, chasing my own edge.
Right as her cries peaked into helpless sobs, I buried myself as deep as I could go, teeth grazing her nipple, and unloaded.
Hot spurts painted her insides. Pulse after pulse. She felt every single one. Her eyes flew wide, mouth open in a silent scream as the sensation of being filled for the first time overwhelmed her.
When the last jet finally tapered off, I stayed seated inside her, letting her fluttering pussy milk out every drop.
Only then did I slowly pull out.
A thick ribbon of cum immediately leaked from her puffy, reddened entrance, mingling with streaks of her arousal and the faint traces of her earlier blood. It dripped onto the sheets in slow, obscene strings.
Lydia lay there with her legs splayed and chest heaving. Red hair plastered to her sweat slick skin as she stared up at me with something between awe, exhaustion, and shy afterglow.
"…I never knew…" she whispered, voice hoarse. "It could feel like… that."
I smirked, brushing my thumb across her swollen lower lip.
"Rest now. We're far from done."
She tried to speak. Her lips trembled, but her eyelids drooped. Within moments she was out, soft breaths evening into sleep, her body still twitching with tiny aftershocks.
I sat on the edge of the bed, admiring the view. Flushed skin. Cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy. Peaceful and utterly claimed.
A shame I couldn't crawl in beside her.
My gaze shifted to the familiar blue screen that had materialized in my vision.
[Ding! Congratulations on binding a partner!]
[As you've bound your first partner, please spin the one-time-use gacha to receive maxed-out rewards…]
'System, spin it…'
I sat on the edge of the bed beside the sleeping Lydia and gave the command. The blue screen folded in on itself, reforming into a spinning wheel lined with blurred symbols. The roulette began to spin immediately.
My fate was about to be decided.