The Demon Queen's Royal Consort

"Looks like the young master's still got plenty of stamina," Dália purred, reclining against Glenn's chest, her slick folds brushing against his hard shaft. "That's just perfect… let's go for another round."

'This is it. I'm finally going to lose my virginity…'

A deep groan escaped my lips as pleasure engulfed me.

Dália moved slowly, agonizingly so, easing just the head of my cock inside her. The heat, the wetness, her walls pulsed and clung to me as if savoring every inch. It felt like a thousand soft lips kissing my tip, pulling me deeper into bliss.

"Fuuuck…" I gasped.

She sank down in a torturously slow rhythm, her breath hitching as she took me inch by inch.

Her pussy clenched around me, the tightness unbearable, as if searching for any part of my cock that wasn't drowning in pleasure and flooding it with sensation.

"Nnnh… gods, you're stretching me so much," Dália whimpered, tossing her head back. A deep flush colored her snow-white cheeks, and she bit her lower lip so hard it looked like she might draw blood.

With one last downward push, she took me to the base, burying my entire length inside her. Her firm, flawless ass rested against my thighs, her body melting against my chest. A deep, shuddering sigh left her lips.

"So deep… I can feel you pressing against my womb," she whispered, shivering.

Her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, and then she started to move.

The moment she lifted her hips and plunged down again, I nearly lost my mind.

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the bathroom in a steady, intoxicating rhythm. "Slap… slap… slap…" Her pace picked up, her tight heat pulling me in greedily.

I clenched my jaw, gripping her hips, guiding her movements. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me closer as she gasped into my ear.

Her walls fluttered around me, tightening as if refusing to let me go. My cock throbbed, the pleasure coiling deep in my gut, dangerously close to snapping.

"D-Dália, I..."

She silenced me by sinking her teeth into my shoulder, moaning against my skin as she rode me harder.

A sudden, overwhelming pressure built inside me. My entire body tensed, my vision going white at the edges.

"I'm gonna..."

Pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. I spilled inside her, pulse after pulse of thick heat filling her depths.

I barely noticed it, that tiny thread of energy slithering into my body, slipping past my defenses like a whisper in the dark. It latched onto my bloodstream, sinking its teeth into me, feeding.

But then, something snapped.

An unknown force pulsed from deep within me, severing the connection instantly. The invading thread of energy scattered into nothingness.

I gasped, dazed. Dália loosened her grip, resting her head against my chest, her breath coming in soft, ragged pants.

Then, slowly, she lifted herself off me.

A wet, obscene sound filled the air as my cock slipped free, followed by the lewd sight of my cum dripping from her swollen, twitching folds.

Dália ran a lazy hand between her legs, spreading herself open slightly to watch the thick, white mess spill from her.

"Mmm… the young master cums so much." Her voice was a purr, filled with satisfaction and something else, hunger. "Just look at what you've done to me."

A shiver ran down my spine.

Despite everything, I was still hard.

'What the hell…?' My eyes widened in shock. 'Do all awakened ones have this much stamina?'

I had no scientific basis to answer that, and it didn't look like I'd have the chance to ask.

Dália's gaze flickered to my still-aching cock, intrigued.

Then, with a knowing smirk, she turned her back to me, pressing her hands against the wooden edge of the ofuro. She arched her back, presenting herself completely.

"Come, young master…"

A deep, primal hunger stirred inside me.

I didn't think, I acted.

Gripping her waist, I lined myself up and thrust forward in one smooth, brutal stroke.

"Aah!!!!"

A sharp cry left Dália's lips as I filled her in a single motion, my hips slamming into hers with force.

Her walls clenched around me like a vice, milking me, dragging me deeper into a haze of raw, burning pleasure.

I moved. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

"Slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap…"

The lewd sounds of skin meeting skin filled the air, mixing with her breathless moans and gasps.

Her nails dug into the wood, her body trembling under me. "J-Just a little slower… it's too much"

But I couldn't stop.

She was gripping me tighter with every thrust, squeezing me so hard it felt like I was being sucked into a black hole of pleasure.

"Agh… fuck…"

My fingers tangled in her long, silky black hair. I gave it a sharp tug, forcing her to arch her back further.

A guttural moan tore from her lips. Her mouth was slack, her eyes clouded with lust.

"Yes… yes… just like that… take me, young master…"

I lost track of time.

I lost track of everything but the desperate need to fuck her senseless.

Then—

"CRACK!"

The wooden structure supporting her gave out.

Dália yelped as she lost balance, her body tilting forward.

I barely caught her in time, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against me.

At the same moment.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Pleasure exploded inside me again.

I buried myself deep, filling her to the brim once more. Her walls fluttered wildly around me, milking every last drop.

Panting, I pulled out slowly, watching as my cum spilled from her once more.

I swayed slightly, my legs trembling, my vision hazy.

Dália, too, seemed dazed, completely wrecked.

I exhaled sharply.

"This is insane…"

Even as exhaustion weighed on me, my body still burned with need.

And from the way Dália turned to look at me, her eyes dark with desire…

This wasn't over yet.