8. Stress Relief [R-18]

[A/N: This chapter contains scenes of a mature nature. Since it is the first I had to put on a warning. Next chapters with such scenes will not be having a warning but instead just [R-18] will be used in the title.]

Chapter 8: Stress Relief [R-18]

The night was quiet. The eerie calm and darkness stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. In a certain room in a certain house, I stood facing the most welcome of sights.

A young woman by the name of Ava stood before me, stark naked. Her perfectly curvaceous body, narrow waist, and wide hips were breathtaking. Those massive hydron colliders she called her oppai. The long, flowing dark hair that gracefully reached her waist. Her skin seemed to almost glow in the dim candlelight. I felt a bulge form in my pants. My dick, hardened, pushing against the limited confines of my clothing.

"Please don't stare," she said in a barely audible voice, her arms reaching to cover her oppai and pussy.

Her words, however, were simply white noise to me. I was incredibly turned on, like a primal urge had awakened inside me—the same way it had the first time I laid with a woman less than a decade ago.

"Get on the bed!" I ordered, my right hand reaching for the bulge in my pants. Feeling the hardness of my dick. I squeezed and slightly stroked it, turning it bigger and harder than before.

"W-what?" Ava stammered, not believing the words she was hearing.

"I said, get on the bed, Ava!" I repeated in a slightly annoyed tone.

My blood was raging with lust now. There was no turning it off until I shoved my dick in her pussy.

Slowly, a bit scared by my sudden seriousness, she walked over to the bed and lay down, her arms and hands still covering herself. I didn't care one bit. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my pants and underwear, standing in front of her in my birthday suit. My raging hard dick pointed to the sky as if it were a dragon ready to roar.

I walked over to the bed, climbing on—one knee after another. I heard her whisper something about being gentle, but my mind was clouded with desire. I pulled her legs apart, momentarily taken aback by what I saw. She was wet—*not just wet*—slippery, overflowing, sloppering fucking wetness. In that moment, the last of my humanity vanished, replaced by a primal desire to mate.

"You're more perverted than you pretended to be, Ava," I teased.

I reached for her chest, pulling her hands away to reveal those massive oppai. Her nipples were standing tall and hard, just like my dick. I needed no further invitation as my mouth latched onto her left breast while my other hand gripped her right.

Her moans and grunts came in waves as she twitched under me, my mouth sucking on her breast like an infant being fed. My free hand reached for my raging hard dick, guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet and slippery that it took a few tries just to hold it steady. In fact, I had to insert just the tip to prevent it from slipping away. Finally, my head rose, and I looked up at her.

She gazed down at me with teary eyes, as if I was about to kill her—or perhaps not. Maybe pleasure? I could be mistaken.

In one swift motion, I pushed my dick halfway inside, feeling a layer of resistance that I broke through. Her back arched in pain as blood trickled from her pussy. Seeing the red brought a smile to my face.

'My first virgin conquered,' I thought.

For her, however, it wasn't a moment of achievement but unbearable pain. She let out an audible screech, tears streaming down her face.

At that moment, I realized how much pain she was in. But I was only halfway in, and she was so tight it felt like she might cut off my penis. I wondered how she could be this wet and yet so tight. Not to mention the searing heat inside her. I looked up at her face again, seeing the pain etched across it, but my body demanded I move.

Almost unconsciously, I pushed deeper into her tightening folds, which gripped my dick with relentless heat and pleasure. My dick felt like it was about to melt. As I pushed further, her grunts turned into full-blown screams of pain that I was sure would have been heard by the entire house if we weren't alone.

She was sobbing now, the agony overwhelming. In that moment, my senses returned. I reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, my hands resting on her neck and back as I assured her it would feel better soon.

Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes. Five minutes passed as I held her. Eventually, her sobbing subsided. I stayed still, my dick inside her, allowing her to adjust. She began to move slightly.

"Better now?" I asked, noticing her pained expression had softened.

She didn't answer but simply nodded, her hips moving slightly. The sheer tightness made me grunt in pleasure, the slight motion almost sending me over the edge.

"I'm going to start moving now," I warned.

She held her breath as I slowly pulled back my hips.

"Please be gentle," she whispered softly. I nodded before gently pushing forward again, reaching deeper into her pussy.

My raging hard dick, like a hot knife through butter, tore through her folds. Her pink walls grew hotter the deeper I went.

She let out soft grunts and moans as my slow, rhythmic thrusts built a steady pace.

"The pain's almost completely gone now," she confirmed between hurried breaths as my intensity grew.

My thrusts quickened, the bed rocking back and forth under them. Her massive oppai swayed with the momentum, hypnotizing me with more desire, more lust.

"Too much, Kaizen" She yelled, but I ignored her pleading. Instead, I let out a loud grunt and pushed deep into her, her back arching unnaturally as I came inside her.

For several seconds, I emptied myself, my hot release spilling into her womb. Exhausted, I collapsed onto her heaving chest, our hurried breaths the only sound in the room.

"T-that… that…" I struggled to catch my breath, still lying on her breasts. "…was fucking awesome."