Chapter 373: Bonus Chapter 41: A Day or Two with my Stalker: First Time

"Ahhnnn!! Finally... Finally I am one with Papa!" Shelly exhaled in a long, trembling sigh of pure satisfaction and bliss.

Her voice was thick with overwhelming emotion as she sank all the way down, taking every single thick inch of my hard cock deep into her previously untouched pussy.

My eyes drifted downward, and that was when I noticed it clearly — the faint trace of red mixed with her abundant, glistening juices coating the base of my shaft. Shelly... had been a virgin this entire time.

Of course.

I had done so many perverted things to her body before, touching and teasing her in every way imaginable, but I had never actually taken her fully.

She had always been too shy and timid to openly admit it or ask for it.

And now she had completely lost control.

Insane with lust, Shelly began bouncing and thrashing wildly on my dick like I had suddenly become nothing more than a living sex toy for her pleasure.

Her massive, heavy breasts heaved and bounced violently with every desperate movement, sweat glistening across her smooth brown skin as she rode me with reckless, hungry abandon.

Saliva dripped shamelessly from the corner of her open mouth while her dark purple eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

The wet, loud, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy slamming down repeatedly onto my thick cock echoed throughout the luxurious room.

I wasn’t about to be outdone by a literal former-virgin.

I grabbed her wide, soft hips with both hands and started thrusting upward aggressively, meeting every single one of her downward slams with powerful, forceful strokes of my own.

Our groins collided with brutal intensity, creating loud, wet smacking sounds and actual visible shockwaves that rattled the furniture and decorations around us.

The air inside the room grew thick and heavy with the raw, musky scent of sex as we fucked like wild animals in heat.

The bed creaked dangerously and loudly beneath us from the sheer force.

Shelly’s tight virgin pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around my thick cock, sucking me deeper with every powerful thrust as if trying to milk me dry.

Her massive breasts bounced hypnotically right in front of my face, and I leaned forward to capture one of her dark, stiff nipples in my mouth, sucking on it hard while I continued pounding into her from below with relentless energy.

"Yes, Please! Harder...! Fuck your little girl harder, please!!" she cried out shamelessly, her voice cracking into high-pitched, broken moans as she lost herself completely in the pleasure.

We were going at it so intensely that the sturdy legs of the massive bed finally snapped with a loud, sharp crack.

The entire mattress crashed down onto the floor, but we didn’t stop for even a single second.

I flipped her onto her back and drove into her even deeper, her thick, juicy thighs wrapped tightly around my waist as I fucked her with raw, animalistic power.

Her juices squirted out messily around my pistoning cock with every brutal thrust, soaking the expensive sheets and dripping onto the floor in large puddles.

Eventually, thick ropes of cum painted large portions of the room — my semen mixed heavily with her squirt covering the broken bed, nearby furniture, and even parts of the ornate walls.

The sheer volume of fluids brought back small, unpleasant flashes of trauma from my past encounter with Izra, and thankfully Shelly didn’t possess anything like [Infinite Stamina].

After one final, violent orgasm that made her eyes roll completely inward and her entire body arch like a bowstring, she squirted a long, powerful arc across the ruined bed and collapsed limply beneath me, twitching and gasping desperately for air.

"Hahhh... It was my victory..." I panted softly, a satisfied smirk spreading across my face as I looked down at her thoroughly fucked, blissful, and exhausted expression.

We had... completely destroyed the billionaire-looking room beyond recognition.

The bed was broken into pieces, expensive drapes were torn and stained, and various decorative items lay scattered and ruined across the floor.

I seriously don’t even know how that happened.

I could already imagine Dearth’s furious reaction when she sees this mess. This was definitely going to be bad.

I couldn’t properly sense the entire place due to all the powerful enchantments and barriers, so I decided to check the door to see if we had caused any noticeable commotion outside.

I slowly pulled out of Shelly’s still twitching and leaking pussy with a wet, obscene pop, quickly fixed my clothes, and walked over to the intricate, dragon-themed door.

The moment I opened it... I froze in place.

Two... shameless individuals were crouched right there on the ground, listening intently with flushed faces.

One was an extremely beautiful person with pale, flawless skin, long flowing dark hair, dark spiraling eyes that seemed to contain galaxies within them, and two elegant silver horns curling gracefully from their head.

They wore a regal dark and deep red outfit that radiated ancient, overwhelming power.

Their lips were trembling in deep shame, dark eyes blown wide open as they stared up at me in complete mortification.

This slender, regal figure was none other than the Lord of this House — the all-powerful Nekrā himself.

I’m ashamed too.

He had been touching himself just outside the door while I was having sex with Shelly.

Could he please not make it seem like I was some kind of NTR villain here?

And right beside him was another equally ashamed figure — desperately trying to stuff her pale breasts back into her gothic outfit while scrambling to hide the dark, erotic panties that were clearly visible from her flipped-up skirt.

I felt genuinely sorry for both of them.

That was Dearth, the pale and beautiful grim reaper in her ultra gothic dress, masturbating to the sounds of a higher Lifeform enjoying sex — an act which she had apparently abstained from since, I don’t know, the dawn of creation itself?

It was a shocking and awkward discovery, finding the prim and proper death maid in such a compromising and scandalous position right outside the door, her dark eyes wide with shame and her pale cheeks flushed a deep and embarrassed red.

I kept looking at both of them for a while;

"Don’t worry, I did not see anything at all. My eyes saw nothing. I am completely blind to whatever was happening out here." I tried to give them some small scrap of dignity to hold onto, some thin excuse they could use to pretend this moment had never happened.

But the shame radiating off both of them was too overwhelming, too thick in the air to ignore or pretend away.

"Th... This is all because of you, you immoral and corrupting mortal! You are the cause of this humiliation!" Nekrā began, jabbing a long and accusatory finger directly at my chest, his elegant features twisted with embarrassment and barely contained fury.

His voice, usually soft, but so commanding, cracked slightly at the edges. "We... We were mostly normal and well-behaved beings before you walked into this residence and started causing trouble! We had discipline and dignity!"