My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 34: Taking Clara’s Virginity [+18]

Holding her by the hair, Damian’s waist began swaying back and forth, his motions slow and deliberate. He stared down at her face as she eagerly welcomed him in, reluctant to let go each time he withdrew.

He was coated in her saliva, the excess dripping to the floor, yet that did nothing to slow his rhythm. The blend of her moans and soft gagging formed a melody unlike any other. The struggle she put up to take him gave him a raw, intoxicating pleasure that even Hazel had never offered.

After ten long minutes, Damian pulled out and released her hair, causing her to slump to the ground as she gasped for air. Between her labored breaths, however, was a blissful expression.

This was the face of someone who had finally tasted fulfillment.

"More... Please let me have more."

She reached for him desperately, but Damian stepped back and shook his head. He returned to the couch and sat down, still firm and unwavering.

With Hazel, he would have already finished by now, but with Clara he had not. In the past, he assumed it was because he lacked endurance. Now it seemed the difference lay elsewhere.

"Strip. I want to see you," Damian said, and Clara froze.

Her hesitation stemmed from old insecurities. All her life, she believed the only truly attractive thing about her was her face. That was why she hid beneath oversized clothing.

She had once been too shy to show her body to anyone, ruining chances with people she liked. So how could she possibly reveal herself now to the most beautiful man she had ever seen?

Would someone so flawless be satisfied with her?

Clara slowly rose to her feet, reluctance etched into every movement. Yet while she feared rejection, she feared regret even more. This was the furthest she had ever gone with anyone, and it happened to be with the most breathtaking man she knew. She could not afford to waste it.

Damian remained silent, patient, watching her without pressure. Eventually, she turned her back to him and began undressing. Her clothes slipped to the floor, unveiling her petite frame beneath the baggy layers.

Her curves were faint, her hips modest, her chest barely pronounced. At the center of her delicate gate rested a neat patch of silver hair that matched the color on her head. Slowly, she turned around to face him, only to find him already standing close, waiting.

"Let’s go somewhere comfortable."

Before she could respond, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and hovered above her, their eyes locked. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her ear.

Haaa...

A soft moan slipped from Clara’s lips as her body trembled. She felt his breath glide along her neck before his lips closed over her skin and his teeth pressed lightly against her flesh. At the same time, his hips began to move, and his divine tarse brushed against her soaked pussy, stirring a blend of ache and pleasure he had grown used to with Hazel.

He did not bite down at once. It was gradual, controlled. The pressure at her neck increased second by second, rising in sync with the steady rhythm of his hips. By the time his fangs sank deep enough to bruise the skin, Clara’s legs were raised and shaking uncontrollably as she climaxed without restraint.

She did not realize she had sunk her teeth into Damian’s shoulder until blood stained his skin. Her nails carved shallow, crimson trails across his back as her body convulsed beneath him.

Clara’s mind unraveled into chaos. Every thought blurred into sensation. She could not comprehend how the simplest touch sent waves through her entire being. Even her toys had never pushed her to peak in under a minute. It felt as if she were intoxicated, as though every nerve had been amplified tenfold.

If something as simple as him grinding against her left her breathless, then the real act would be overwhelming. The thought alone made her crave it more.

She pulled him closer, whispering desperately.

"Please just put it inside me, I can’t hold it anymore. I need you now."

Damian nodded, gently stroking her hair. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes burned violet like a distant sun in a dark sky. Though he could not feel it, his strength had subtly increased in this state.

"Alright, I’ll give it to you, but you have to put it in yourself," he teased. Before he could say anything more, Clara reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock.

Squish!

Clara gritted her teeth as she guided him into her tight, soaked pussy. Her legs locked around his waist as she eased him in at a pace she could endure. A single tear rolled down her left cheek as her virgin body stretched painfully around something so thick and unyielding.

It felt as though she were being split apart from within, yet at the same time, the sensation of being filled so completely was intoxicating. Her eyes remained wide, fixed on the ceiling as broken moans escaped her lips while she drew him deeper inside.

Three inches was her limit. By then, her legs had lost their hold on him and trembled violently against the sheets. Damian glanced down at himself. Her slender body revealed a visible bulge where he stopped.

His gaze returned to Clara, who seemed lost in another realm entirely. Her legs quivered, her body shook, and her breathing grew uneven. He did not move. He held his position and watched the notifications appear at the corner of his vision.

[New Achievement: Purity scavenger!]

[Description: In the mortal realm there is nothing greater than a woman’s purity. Taking it comes with benefits.]

[+0.5 points to all Attributes] [+5 talent points.]

[Name: Damian]

[Race: Human\Demon] [Hybrid]

[Rank: Lesser Demon]

[Sins: Lust/abyss]

[Talent Points: 10]

[Talent Tree:][Lust/Abyss]

[Level: 50] [5%]

[Strength: 6.0] [Agility: 6.0] [Constitution: 6.5] [Charisma: 6.0] [Demonic Force: 215/215]

’Wow, that’s something...’

A vile thought surfaced briefly before he forced it away. Damian was beginning to understand why such power came from the depths of hell. The rewards tempted the wicked. The incentives encouraged corruption. It would be dangerously easy to lose himself.

When he looked back at Clara, he was surprised to find her silent, a faint smile resting on her lips while her chest rose and fell steadily.

"She really passed out from sex?" Damian murmured in disbelief.

"I didn’t even cum," he added, staring at her thoughtfully.

Now that she was unconscious, there was no point in continuing. His fear seemed confirmed. Ordinary sex with ordinary people no longer satisfied him.

He checked his stats once more and noted that the encounter had granted him only four percent experience. Letting out a quiet sigh, he lay beside Clara and pulled her into his arms. If he could not find release tonight, then he would settle for warmth.