Free Web NovelChapter 31: Chapter 31: First Time**
Clara pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
Her pale skin glowed in the dim light, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, crimson eyes half-lidded with hunger that had nothing to do with blood. She was breathtaking — and he knew it.
"My turn," she whispered.
She leaned down and kissed him — deep, hungry, her tongue sliding into his mouth as her hips ground against him. Lucian was already hard again, his recovery speed enhanced by the vampire bloodline, and Clara felt him pressing against her through the thin fabric between them.
"Mmmm..." She smiled against his lips. "Ready so soon?"
Lucian’s hands found her hips. "For you? Always."
Clara sat up and pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra as her breasts were exposed to the cool air. Full, round, pale as moonlight, with pink nipples already hardened into tight peaks.
Lucian’s breath caught.
Clara noticed. Her smile widened.
"Like what you see?"
He answered by sitting up and taking her right breast into his mouth.
"AAAAAHHHHN—!"
Clara’s back arched, her fingers tangling in his silver hair, pressing his face deeper into her chest. Lucian’s tongue swirled around her nipple — hot, wet, relentless — before his lips closed around it and sucked.
"Hahhhnnn... Lucian... ahhhh..."
The sensation was electric. Clara had never felt anything like it — every nerve ending in her breast was firing, sending waves of pleasure straight down to her core. Lucian’s mouth was warm against her cool vampire skin, the contrast maddening.
He switched to the left breast, giving it the same treatment — tongue, lips, suction — while his hand cupped the right, his thumb rolling the wet nipple between his fingers.
"Aaaahhh... ahhhhnnnhhn... don’t stop—"
Clara’s hips rolled involuntarily, grinding against him, desperate for friction. Her panties were soaked — not just from before, but fresh arousal building with every stroke of his tongue.
Lucian released her breast with a wet pop and looked up at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy, her lips parted.
"Lucian... I need you..."
He flipped her onto her back.
Clara gasped as the world spun, and suddenly she was beneath him, her blonde hair fanning out across the mattress like a golden halo. Lucian hovered above her, his crimson eyes burning into hers, his hands sliding down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her panties.
He pulled them off slowly. They were so wet.
Clara lifted her hips to help, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The cool air hit her exposed skin and she shivered — not from cold, but from anticipation.
Lucian positioned himself between her legs.
He looked at her — really looked — his gaze sweeping down her body with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.
"Clara."
"Y-yes?"
"I need you to know something."
"What?"
"You’re beautiful."
Clara’s eyes welled up. "You— ahhh— you can’t just say that right now—"
He kissed her.
And pushed his dick forward.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH—!"
Pain.
Sharp, burning, tearing — Clara’s nails dug into his shoulders as her body stretched around him, her virgin walls forced apart by his size. A thin line of blood trickled out, staining the sheets beneath them.
Lucian stopped immediately. "Clara—"
"Don’t you dare stop." Her voice was strained, her eyes wet, but her grip on his shoulders tightened. "Just... give me a second..."
He held still, buried halfway inside her, his forehead pressed against hers. Clara breathed — in, out, in, out — and slowly, gradually, the pain began to fade.
"Okay," she whispered. "Move."
Lucian pulled back slowly and thrust forward.
"Ahhhhnnn..."
Not pain this time. Pleasure. Mixed, tangled, overwhelming.
He found a rhythm — slow, deep, controlled — each stroke sending shockwaves through Clara’s body. Her hips rose to meet him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Aahhh... ahhhh... Lucian... hahhh..."
The room filled with sound. Skin against skin. Wet slapping. Clara’s moans, growing louder with each thrust. Lucian’s harsh breathing, his control slowly fraying at the edges.
"Pam... pam... pam..."
"Faster," Clara gasped. "Please— ahhhnnn— faster—"
Lucian obeyed.
"PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM."
The mattress creaked beneath them. Clara’s moans became screams, her fingernails raking down his back, leaving red lines that healed almost instantly. Her inner walls clenched around him — tight, hot, squeezing — and Lucian groaned.
"Fuck— Clara— you’re so—"
"AAAAAHHHHHH—!"
Clara came without warning.
Her entire body seized, back arching off the bed, toes curling, a silent scream frozen on her lips as the orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her walls clamped down on Lucian like a vice, and the pressure pushed him over the edge too.
"CLARA—"
He buried himself deep and erupted, pumping her full of his seed. Clara felt it — hot, flooding, filling — and a second, smaller orgasm rippled through her.
"Aaaahhhhh... hahhh... hahhh..."
They collapsed together, Lucian’s weight pressing Clara into the mattress, both of them gasping, sweat-slicked, trembling.
For a long moment, neither moved.
Then Clara’s arms wrapped around his neck, and she pressed her face into the crook of his shoulder.
"That was..." she breathed.
"Yeah."
"You’re heavy."
"Yeah."
She laughed and pushed at his chest. Lucian rolled off her, and they lay side by side, staring at the ceiling.
Clara’s hand found his.
"We’re not done," she said.
Lucian turned his head to look at her. "We’re not?"
She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand, a mischievous glint in her crimson eyes.
"You have to fuck me in different positions." She trailed a finger down his chest. "We’ve only done one."
Lucian’s lips curved.
Twenty minutes later.
Clara was on her hands and knees, gripping the headboard, her blonde hair swaying with each thrust.
"PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM."
"AAAAAHHHNNN— Lucian— harder—"
Lucian’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her pale skin as he drove into her from behind. This angle was deeper — much deeper — and Clara could feel him hitting places inside her that she hadn’t known existed.
"Hahhh... ahhhh... fuck— fuck—"
"Schlick... schlick... schlick..."
He reached around and found her clit — rubbing tight circles as he pounded into her.
"AAAAAHHHHHH—!"
Clara’s arms buckled. She collapsed onto her forearms, her face pressed into the pillow, screaming into the fabric as another orgasm tore through her.
"MMMMMPHHHH—!"
Lucian didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The sight of Clara — pale, flushed, trembling beneath him — was too much. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him with each thrust, driving deeper, harder, faster—
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"Ahhhhnnn... ahhhh... I’m— I’m gonna—"
"Together—"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—!"
They came together — Clara’s walls clenching, Lucian’s seed flooding her for the second time — and collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and ragged breathing.
Clara’s face was buried in the pillow. Her body was still trembling. Small, involuntary aftershocks rippled through her every few seconds.
Lucian lay beside her, one arm draped over her waist, his face pressed against her back.
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"Mmph"
"You okay?"
She turned her head slightly, one crimson eye visible, a lazy smile on her lips.
"More than okay."
She closed her eye.
Within seconds, she was asleep.
Lucian watched her for a moment — the rise and fall of her shoulders, the peaceful expression on her face, the way her blonde hair spread across the pillow like silk.
Then he pulled a blanket over them both and closed his eyes.
