Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 422

422: Deflowering Her (1)*** 422: Deflowering Her (1)*** Third Person’s POV Instinctively, her snow-white arms flew up and crossed tightly behind his neck, clinging to him for support as she balanced herself precariously on her one standing leg.

As they settled in this new position, many thoughts were going through Ethan’s head, including the fact that for the past ten minutes, he had been meticulously preparing her for the eventual moment when he would fuck her.

The process of the rigorous, grinding contact of his hard cock continuously against the most sensitive and secret part of her body had been a deliberate prelude, and keeping her in the dark, he had been preparing her virgin pussy for its eventual deflowering, and now, he was sure she was ready.

Both her mind was pliant with desire, and her slightly hairy pussy was slick with their mixed fluids, her own arousal mingling with the precum that had seeped from him, creating a glistening, hot wetness that soaked her golden curls and the swollen pink lips of her slit.

Logically, he knew he should treat her with utmost gentleness, as this was supposed to be her first time.

So, he should have laid her down and guided himself into her with painstaking care, but a dark, simmering urge that had been festering even before his encounter with the little bat messenger roared to the forefront of his mind.

And in the moments when she was giving him a blowjob, he had decided that he didn’t want a sweet, fairytale coupling.

Instead, he wanted to ravage her and wanted to take this beautiful demon girl in the most raw, possessive, and sexy way possible.

He knew that only by claiming her virginity in this dominant, unforgiving position by pinning her against a cold wall and in the standing position, could he hope to quell the raging, villainous fire in his heart.

Deep in his heart and mind, Ethan knew that he couldn’t lie to himself, especially the fact that he craved the sound of her pain-filled gasps mingling with her pleasure.

He wanted to feel her completely surrender to his dark will and to clearly see and feel the moment she broke and rebuilt herself around him.

Unknown to him, his crimson eyes had bled into a deep, violent shade of purple as this unknown darkness consumed him.

The very air around them grew heavy and cold and started to bend with the invisible pressure of his unleashed dark power.

The night seemed to grow even dimmer, and the cold that she was feeling had increased yet; instead of fear, a corresponding wildness sparked within the demon girl.

She started to tremble, but it was not from fear but was a mix of the atmospheric cold and the exhilarating excitement that had been building from the start of this passionate night.

As Ethan adjusted his grip, his muscular arm cradling the back of her smooth, milk-white thigh, and he looked directly into her teary, hazy blue eyes.

His other hand moved between their bodies, and his fingers found her dripping pussy.

He felt her wet pubes that had softened due to her honeydew and his precum, and then, finding her soft pink mound, he placed his penis on it and began to rub her engorged, reddened slit slowly.

In moments, the sensitive flesh became hyperaware and pulsed as if expecting something as it grew pinkish red to the extreme.

A low, shuddering moan was torn from her lips.

“Mmmph…Aaah…!” Her head fell back against the cold stone, and her back arched as she pushed her large and squeezable breasts against his chest.

Finally, as he looked into her tear-brimmed eyes, he whispered slowly, his voice a low, hypnotic thrum that felt less like a promise and more like a fate he was about to enact.

“I am entering you now, Lucy…” Saying his piece, he didn’t wait for her verbal response as he already felt the invisible consent in the helpless, pliant surrender of her body.

The broad, swollen head of his penis began to nudge insistently against her tight, virgin slit.

Her delicate pink folds, already glistening with her arousal juices, started to yield reluctantly and slowly stretched to make an impossible room for his imposing girth.

A low, ragged groan tore from Ethan’s throat as he felt her incredible tightness, and with a deliberate, rolling thrust of his hips, he began to press inward.

Instantly, Lucy’s beautiful blue eyes flew wide and started to swim with shock and pain mixed with surprise as she hadn’t imagined that the pleasurable and sweet feeling she had been feeling would suddenly turn into something like this in a single moment.

Her small, pale hands flew to his muscular forearms, and her sharp nails dug into his skin like tiny, desperate claws as a sensation of being split apart filled her very being.

It felt as if a hot, burning rod was being slowly and inexorably driven into her most intimate core.

Her slender legs started to tremble violently from the strain while her back arched off the bed.

Soft, broken whimpers and pained gasps started to escape her throat, each one a soft plea.

“Mmphh~~ Aaahh~~ N-No…

please, s-stop…

Ethan, it’s too much…!” Lucy cried as her voice became a thin, strained thread of sound.

But Ethan did not stop.

Instead, his grip on her right thigh tightened and his fingers pressed into her soft, white flesh as he applied a greater, more insistent pressure with his hips and sunk his dick another inch deeper into her impossible warmth.

“The pain you are feeling is universal, my Lucy,” he breathed, his voice thick with a lust he could barely control.

“Your body must learn to accept me…

if you are to one day carry my children.” As he said this, he didn’t stop in his thrusting and continued the slow, devastating process of deflowering her while he watched and secretly enjoyed her expressions that continuously shifted from panic at the start to searing pain.

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