Free Web NovelChapter 8: Elena de Valoria 1 (R18)
Adam stood for a few seconds in front of the door.
Then he opened it.
And froze.
Elena was standing in the hallway.
She was wearing a white silk nightgown, so fine it was almost translucent in the light. The fabric slid over her large breasts, whose hardened nipples pressed against the material as if they wanted to pierce it. Her red hair, a cascade of fire, fell haphazardly over her bare shoulders. Below, tiny matching panties barely contained her generous hips and curvaceous bottom.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed.
"Elena?"
Before he could even add anything, the young woman entered the room and gently closed the door behind her.
A silence fell.
Then she took a deep breath.
"I know it’s sudden."
Adam looked at her, surprised.
"Elena*"
"Let me speak first."
For the first time since they met, she seemed genuinely nervous.
"When you found me in the forest* I thought I was going to die."
Her gaze shifted slightly.
"I lost consciousness. I was alone. Hurt."
Then she looked up at him.
"You saved me."
Adam remained silent.
"You risked your life for someone you didn’t even know."
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"And then you continued to help me without asking for anything in return."
She moved closer.
"The more time I spent with you* the more I wanted to stay by your side."
Adam’s heart raced slightly.
"Elena*"
"I know we’ve only known each other for a few days."
She laughed softly.
"It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?" "
Then she shook her head.
"But I wanted to be honest."
She placed a hand against his chest.
"I like you a lot."
Her gaze never left his.
"And I’m attracted to you."
Adam stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to say.
Then he smiled.
"I think I was starting to suspect that."
Elena burst out laughing.
Then she took a step toward him, her ragged breathing causing her chest to rise and fall with a hypnotic force.
Without a word, she reached out, grasped the collar of his shirt, and pulled him toward her with surprising force.
Her lips crashed against his in a desperate kiss.
It was her first kiss.
Elena, even though she had never kissed a man, had experience with women.
" She wasn’t kissing him, she was devouring him. Her tongue thrust itself into his mouth with brutal urgency, searching, exploring, sucking in with an insatiable hunger.
She moaned between her lips, a guttural, animal sound that resonated deep within Adam’s chest.
He took a step back, carried away by the momentum, and his feet struck the bed.
Elena didn’t break the contact; she pressed her entire body against his.
Adam felt the burning heat of her skin through the thin fabric, the pressure of her massive breasts against his chest, and above all, the electric contact of her pelvis against his.
They lost their balance and both fell onto the bed.
She finally pulled away and sat on him, her buttocks pressed against his already erect penis.
Her lips glistened with saliva, her gray eyes fixed on his with a terrifying intensity.
"I can’t anymore," she gasped. "I smell* I smell your scent, Adam. It’s like a perfume calling to me, driving me crazy."
Adam, his heart pounding, placed his hands on the young woman’s wide hips.
Her skin was soft, burning hot.
"Elena, you know, I’m not like the other men here." "I’m not lacking in desire; on the contrary, I have a great sexual appetite."
She let out a laugh. "I know you’re not like other men. I saw it in the way you walked, in your eyes, in the strength of your arms when you carried me. And I know what women feel when such a being approaches. My blood boils, Adam. Every inch of my skin screams your name."
She moved a hand down to where Adam’s pants became too tight. She brushed against the protruding bulge, and a violent shiver ran through her entire body. Her eyes widened.
"By the gods* is it* is it possible?"
"What do you mean, possible?" Adam asked, his voice becoming hoarse.
"This size* this hardness," she murmured, her hand closing cautiously, yet excitedly, around his member. "It’s impossible." No man here is capable of* of possessing this. You’re a titan."
She pressed herself against him again, rubbing her sex, hidden beneath the silk, against his penis. She let out a long moan, her head thrown back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.
"Please," she begged. "I’m begging you. I don’t want another woman tonight. I don’t want these clumsy simulations. I want you. I want to feel what it means to be possessed by a real man."
Adam could no longer resist.
He grasped Elena by the waist and lifted her effortlessly, turning her over on the bed.
She sank into the black sheet, her red hair spreading like a bloodstain across the dark fabric.
Instinctively, she spread her legs, offering a plunging view of her crotch and panties, already dark with moisture.
He pulled off his shirt with a swift movement, revealing his muscular torso and defined abs.
Elena sighed in admiration, her hands moving through the air as if reaching for an idol.
"You’re magnificent," she breathed.
Adam moved closer to her and began to remove his own clothes.
When he slid off his pants and underwear, silence fell once more in the room, broken only by Elena’s heavy breathing.
His penis, measuring 25 centimeters, stood proudly erect, throbbing with desire, its head wide and glistening with precum.
Elena remained petrified.
She had never seen anything like it.
In her world, men were fragile, with small penises that didn’t last.
Here, before her, stood a weapon of pleasure, massive, veiny, imposing.
She extended a trembling hand, lightly touching the glans with the tip of her index finger.
"It’s* it’s enormous," she murmured, her voice trembling. "How can such a thing fit inside me? Can my body even handle it?"
"I’m sure you can," Adam replied in a deep, commanding voice. "You’re a knight, Elena. You have the stamina. Just let me help you relax."
He leaned over her, capturing her lips once more.
This kiss was different, more intimate, deeper.
He explored her mouth with methodical precision, tasting the honey and the desire.
His hand slid down, slipping beneath her nightgown to reach her breast. He grasped the generous mound, kneading it firmly.
Elena let out a muffled cry, her back arching.
"Yes* oh yes, like that," she moaned.
He attacked the pink nipple, pinching it lightly between his fingers before taking it into his mouth.
He sucked on the hardened tip, circling it with his tongue, creating a vacuum that made Elena moan with pleasure.
She gripped his dark hair, pressing him closer to her chest, as if she wanted to merge with him.
Adam’s other hand moved lower, parting her panties.
He found Elena’s clitoris, a small, burning, blood-engorged pearl hidden beneath fleshy lips slick with her natural juices.
The moment he touched it, Elena flinched, a sharp cry escaping her throat.
"Adam! Oh, not there, I* I’m going to*"
"Not yet," he murmured against her skin. "We have all the time in the world."
He began to massage her clitoris with quick, precise, circular motions.
The sounds of moisture, suction, and gliding filled the air.
Elena shifted beneath him, her hips instinctively rising to give him more access.
She was like a taut rope, ready to snap.
"I’m so wet... I’m burning up, Adam, I want you," she almost cried.
He sat up slightly, looking at the contrast between his dark skin and Elena’s paleness.
Then he slipped two fingers inside her.
She was tight and hot, her vaginal walls contracting around his fingers in a hunger reflex.
"Squelch... squelch..."
The sound was obscene.
Adam felt the intense heat inside her, like a furnace wanting to suck him in completely.
Elena closed her eyes, her head against the mattress, her lips parted, releasing a low, husky sound that grew louder with arousal.
"Take me," she ordered, her voice regaining some of its commanding authority, though still trembling. "Now. I don’t care if you tear me apart. I want to feel you inside me. I want to "Fill me until I’m full."
"Okay, then," he replied.
He pulled off her already damp panties and tossed them aside.
Then he spread her legs and brought the head of his penis close to her vagina.
She grasped his penis again and slowly guided it inside her.
"Oh* my god* you’re* you’re so big," she breathed, her hands gripping the sheets, crumpling them violently. He gave her time to adjust.
He could feel Elena’s muscles struggling against the invasion, contracting and releasing, trying to crush this foreign mass.
"Is it okay?" he asked, his voice thick with tension.
"Keep going," she whispered. "Please* don’t stop. Push harder."
He obeyed. He thrust deeper, inch by inch. The sound of skin against skin, mingled with her fluids, created a primal music.
Elena moaned, her face contorted in an expression of pure pleasure and shock.
She felt Adam’s glans strike her cervix, a dull impact that sent an electric shock through her entire body.
"Aah!" she cried, her body arching abruptly.
"You* you touched me* all the way in* I can feel it* I can feel it!"
Adam was now completely inside her.
He remained still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being pressed against hot, pulsating walls.
He felt Elena’s heartbeat against his chest, a frantic rhythm, synchronized with his own.
Then, he began to move.
It was an awkward movement at first, an irregular back-and-forth that slid his cock out of her, almost completely, before plunging it back in forcefully.
"Shlick* squelch* shlick*" The sound was rhythmic.
With each thrust, Adam’s balls slapped regularly against Elena’s ass with a wet sound, a loud "slap" that heightened the tension of the act.
Elena was transported.
She no longer knew where she was, or even who she was.
She was no longer Valoria’s knight, no longer the Duchess’s daughter.
Possessed by a man with a power that surpassed her.
"Quicker* Adam, faster!" she begged, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper inside her.
He quickened his pace.
The thrusts became more vigorous, more savage.
The bed creaked beneath their movements.
Sweat began to bead on their foreheads, their bodies sliding against each other in a frenzied dance.
"You’re* so strong* you don’t stop," Elena moaned, her voice rising into cries of pleasure.
"That’s* that’s it, don’t stop. The men here* they’re disappointing* but you* you’re a god! Adam! I’m coming!" Elena’s body tensed violently.
Her vaginal walls began to throb around him, a series of electric spasms that made Adam wince with pleasure.
She let out a long cry, her head thrown back, her eyes rolling in their sockets as orgasm washed over her, wave after wave, leaving her trembling and exhausted.
But Adam, thanks to his stamina, hadn’t yet reached his peak.
He continued to thrust, ignoring fatigue, carried by the raw energy of the moment.
He felt pleasure rising within him, an unbearable pressure at the base of his spine.
He shifted his angle, lifting Elena’s hips to penetrate even deeper, striking her neck insistently as if ordering her to open up.
Desire overwhelmed her, her mind went blank.
"I love you* I don’t know you well, but I love you," she murmured, her hands caressing his face.
This confession was the final spark.
Adam felt his ejaculation rising.
He thrust one last time, penetrating to the very root, and released everything.
He let out an animalistic groan, his muscles tensing like steel cables.
He felt the semen gush from him in powerful, burning jets, flooding Elena’s uterus.
He ejaculated copiously, wave after wave, filling the young woman until she felt almost overflowing.
"Oh* oh my god* it’s* it’s so* much," she gasped, feeling the warm liquid spread inside her.
He remained motionless, his weight resting on her, his breath coming in short gasps, his heart pounding.
Silence slowly returned to the room, broken only by their synchronized breathing.
