Free Web NovelChapter 514: Chapter 513- A Confession of Forgotten Past
She heard ’previous life’ and did not understand it and did not, right now, have the capacity to ask.
What she understood was the rest of it.
Her lips trembled.
Her cunt — against her complete inability to explain it — gushed.
She felt herself get wetter hearing it. The ’I have been confessed to by a man who is standing at the foot of my bed with an erection, and my body has responded before my brain could have an opinion’ betrayal of it.
"How," she said. Voice barely above a sound. "How can you be so — how are you — Viktor, that’s—"
"Cruel?" He tilted his head.
She averted her face. The ’I cannot look at you while my body is doing this’ sideways turn of a woman who was losing an argument she hadn’t meant to enter.
Her legs moved.
Slowly.
Spreading. The deliberate, ’I am doing this and I am watching myself do it’ movement of her thighs opening across the bed — the hairy, puffy, thoroughly-ruined pussy revealing itself, wet and flushed and leaking her own juice down toward the mattress, lips parted around the emptiness of him not being inside her yet.
She licked her lower lip.
Did not look at him.
"I don’t know," she said.
Soft. Honest. The ’I have run completely out of defenses and this is what is underneath them’ voice of Eliantra Westing at the end of a night that had taken everything she’d brought into it and returned her as something she did not yet have a name for. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Her pussy lips glistened in the moonlight.
Waiting.
Viktor looked at her — the full, ’I have wanted this for longer than this life has existed and I am not wasting the moment’ look of a man arriving at something he had been patient about.
He put one knee on the bed.
"I want to be your first..." he said, finding it funny. He saw her looking confused, blinking as his heart cried to understand, flinching as his eyes went down towards the darkness of her ass crack, just below her pussy lips, marinated little hole with his seed.
He said, "So, lie on your back and let me take what I have always craved to fuck seeing that thick swaying hips."
"Wh—What—!?—N-no, what are you even saying—I am not untouched—" Eliantara stammered, her voice cracking into a broken whimper as the words tumbled out in a desperate rush, her cheeks burning hotter than the flames of any spell she had ever cast.
But Viktor only smirked down at her, his eyes dark with long-buried hunger, that thick, throbbing cock of his already twitching hard against the cleft of her ass.
"Your asshole..." he growled low and filthy, the words sinking into her like a brand. "I want to be the first to fuck it deep, to stretch that tight little virgin ring until you’re screaming my name."
The filthy confession hit her like a thunderbolt. Eliantara’s whole body trembled violently in overwhelming embarrassment, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst through her ribs—
badump... badump...
Her pussy, still leaking his earlier seed, clenched uselessly between her thighs as shame and unwanted heat flooded her core.
She wasn’t untouched there... not completely... she had once fingered herself but the way he said it, so raw and possessive, made her mind spin into dizzy spirals.
"N-no... Viktor, wait—!" she gasped, but he didn’t ask. His strong hands grabbed her wide, swaying hips with bruising force, fingers digging into soft flesh as he twisted her body roughly onto her stomach.
Her massive breasts swung heavily beneath her with the sudden motion—slap!—her face hitting the messy sheets as a muffled cry escaped her lips.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Viktor, it’s not that—there is nothing first time in me! I just—!" Her protests spilled out frantically, voice muffled against the fabric, but before she could finish, his thumb roughly grabbed one plump ass cheek and yanked it aside, parting her completely.
There it was — her tight, brown, twitching asshole exposed to his hungry gaze, puckering and fluttering under the cool air while her hairy, puffy pussy mashed obscenely between her spread legs, still dripping and ruined from before. The little ring clenched and unclenched on its own, like it already knew something was coming and hadn’t decided whether to beg or bolt.
"I had seen it that day with your husband," Viktor murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction as he drank in the sight, his thick erected cock resting heavy and hot right over her quivering anal ring.
"You don’t know how it felt... watching the woman I idealized as a mother getting fucked like a bitch in heat in that hallway where nobles gather. Her genteel side always so perfect... until she was bent over and ravaged like a whore."
Her body twitched and trembled uncontrollably at his words, memories flashing through her mind as she whimpered, "No... wait..."
He recalled those teenage days, the confusing heat when he first saw her as something maternal... and now his cock throbbed even harder, the fat head pushing insistently against her virgin-tight anal entrance. Her poor little hole twitched hard, pushing forward then curving inward in nervous resistance as the pressure built.
The fat cockhead kissed that untouched ring and just sat there — pressing, not entering — and her entire lower half squeezed together on reflex, thighs clamping, toes curling into the sheets, her own body screaming no in a language older than words.
She felt the shape of it. The width. The blunt, unyielding heat sitting right there. That thing is too big. That thing doesn’t go there. That thing is going to split me—
"Wait, Viktor—that hurts! Slow down... stop—!" Eliantara cried out sharply, her hand desperately trying to reach back, fingers fluttering in panic.
But he was faster. With one hand he snatched both her wrists, pinning them together behind her back while his tail coiled tight around them like living rope, binding her helpless. His cockhead pressed harder, slowly forcing its way in — one thick inch... then two — stretching her impossibly around his massive girth.
The rim of her ass peeled open around him in a way that made her gasp at the sheer mechanical reality of it — the burn, the stretch, the sensation of something forcing its way through a gate that had never once been asked to open.
Her insides didn’t know what to do with it. The thick long thing just kept coming and her body had no memory to reach for, no training for this, nothing but the raw split-open sting of a hole that had lived its entire forty years completely untouched.
"You know how much I loved hearing you liked me better than that shitty bastard husband of yours?" Viktor growled, laying his heavy body over her back, chest pressed to her spine as he lined up fully. "That fool ruined my mood that day... but now..."
In one brutal plunge, he slammed the entire nine inches ballsdeep into her ass —
PAAAAHH!!
"ANNGHH—HIEEKKK!! AAAHHH—!!" Eliantara screamed, the sound ripping out of her throat completely raw, nothing elegant or controlled about it — pure torn-open shock as her virgin asshole was forced around every inch of him, the walls inside her clenching and convulsing around his cock like they were trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same exact time.
Her eyes rolled. Her mouth hung open. Tears sprang out immediately and soaked the sheets beneath her cheek.
"It— it hurts—!! Viktor— pull it out— it HURTS—!!" she wailed into the pillow, her voice breaking apart on every word, hips twitching uselessly against his pinning weight.
The burn didn’t stop. It just— sat there. All of it inside her. Her whole insides felt rearranged around that thick thing, walls hugging something they had no shape for yet, and beneath the pain something else flickered— something she had no name for— something she refused to name.
His cock throbbed and fluttered inside her, savoring every desperate ripple of her stretched hole.
Viktor smiled against her ear, hips grinding in a slow, cruel circle — not pulling out, just stirring — as he whispered hotly, "Do you know how I guessed this ass was virgin territory for real cock? Your husband... while fucking you... kept saying how vulgar it is to fuck your ’shitty hole’..."
The memory flashed violently behind her eyes — years ago, bent over in shame as her husband muttered those exact degrading words — and her vision whited out, another raw sob tearing loose, her asshole clenching hard around him in involuntary spasm.
He drew back — slow, dragging, every ridge of his cock scraping back through that crushed-tight channel —
Pah. Pah.
"Nnhh—! A—Angh—!! hah—!!" Broken, wet, each moan punched out of her by the drag of him pulling back through a hole that hadn’t loosened a single millimeter.
Then forward — deep —
PAH! PAH!
"OUGHHH~~!! Nnn— V-Viktor— it’s—!!" Her voice cracked completely on his name, fingers twisting helplessly in the coil of his tail, knuckles white.
The thick long thing inside her moved and her body moved with it like it had no choice anymore. Like her insides had already accepted something her mouth was still screaming no to.
His thick shaft pulsed victoriously inside her twitching, conquered ass, claiming what he had craved for so long while she lay beneath him destroyed, weeping softly into the sheets, thighs shaking.
Throb... throb...
"Remember the coming-of-age ceremony of Elena..." he murmured against the shell of her ear, lips brushing it, voice dropping into something almost tender over the obscenity of what he was doing to her. "The day when you wore that green dress, my lovely lady."
"Aaanghhh~~~!!!"
