Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Deflowering Her (2)***
Third Person’s POV

Soon, about two-fifths of his huge, veined shaft was buried inside her.

Her once tightly closed pink bud was now stretched obscenely wide into a perfect, strained ‘O’ shape as her body struggled valiantly to accommodate the impressive length and manly thickness of his dick.

But instead of the pleasure that her innocent and inexperienced heart had been expecting, only a sharp, burning stretch was all she could feel.

She moaned in a long and low sound mixed with traces of agony,

“Hnnngh~~ Aaah…!”

But she braced herself inwardly upon hearing his words.

A strange, submissive thought crossed her pain-fogged mind, and she seemed to understand that every woman in the world went through something like this, and her resisting this union would be too childish and would make Ethan feel that she had disappointed him.

Yet, a faint, aching part of her knew that she was suffering more than other girls, as this man’s penis was so magnificently thick and large that it made her narrow and tight virgin pussy a difficult fit for it.

A flicker of guilt even surfaced, and she couldn’t help but doubt if she was not womanly enough to take him properly.

She felt the searing pain and tried to stifle her gasps as she bit her swollen lower lip until she tasted copper.

Meanwhile, Ethan suddenly paused for a single, breathless second when he finally met the ultimate obstruction, the physical proof of her purity.

It was her hymen, a fragile barrier guarding her virginity.

Realizing that he was about to take the most precious thing a girl could give to a man, for a fleeting moment, looking into her pain-glazed eyes, an impulse to shower her with gentle kisses and soft caresses arose, and to soothe her before the final breach filled his heart.

But it was instantly washed away as a dark, lustful dragon came to life and, from the depths of his soul and roared in defiance at the sight of her utter vulnerability, and the feel of her tight virgin pussy clenching around his veiny penis awakened a primal desire of lust in him.

In Lucy’s eyes, Ethan suddenly grinned, and a dark, predatory light seemed to flash in his eyes that made him seem even more devastatingly handsome in her opinion.

She was mesmerized by this raw, dominant version of him, but before her trembling hand could rise to caress his cheek, his hips pistoned forward with a single, powerful, and final thrust, ending the soft and slow laborious process.

With that one brutal, penetrating lunge, his penis, which had been struggling at her pussy’s entrance, sheathed itself inside her to the hilt as four-fifths of his entire dick buried itself in her tight, searing pussy.

Feeling the tightness of her pussy and the way it hugged around his dick, Ethan groaned in a low voice, but it was lost in the air as a raw and loud scream was ripped from her lungs, accompanied by her exclaiming in pain.

“AAAAHHHHH~!! IT HURTS!!”

Her head was thrown back, and her back arched sharply off the wall as her body convulsed from the brutal invasion of his penis.

Soon, streaks of her crimson virgin blood immediately welled up from her torn pussy.

It started to slick around his embedded shaft and dripped down onto his heavy balls with a warm, sticky touch.

From there, it fell to the bedsheets below and formed wet, dark red patches that spread like blooming roses, while other scarlet streaks of her virgin blood painted a path down the milky-white skin of her trembling inner thighs.

The sound of her piercing scream and the visual proof of her blood on his skin and the sheets did not douse the dark fire in Ethan’s heart.

Instead, it fanned the flames and emboldened him, making his own blood sing with a possessive, savage triumph.

Yet, a thread of reason remained in his head, and knowing she was to be his future wife, he held himself still, buried deep within her, and resisted the animalistic urge to begin a furious, maddened process of pounding her, as he allowed her some moments to adjust to the feeling of being so utterly filled and claimed.

A soft, broken whimper escaped Lucy’s lips as another wave of fiery pain erupted within her.

Streaks of hot, salty tears traced paths down her pale, flushed cheeks and caught the dim moonlight.

Her ocean-blue eyes were glistening and swimming with emotion as they shone while seemingly carrying the profound, liquid brilliance of a polished sapphire held to a flame.

Such a heartbreaking look that should have made Ethan sad made Ethan catch his breath at the beauty and emotions she exuded at this moment.

There was a heartbreaking beauty in her vulnerability that stirred something deep within him.

Without thinking, he bent his head and his tongue darted out as he began to gently taste the tears on her skin, capturing her tears in small, tender licks.

He began to lick her face with his mouth and started to place a series of small, reverent kisses upon her fevered forehead, the damp arches of her cheeks, her trembling eyelids, and the delicate bridge of her nose.

All the while, his hands were not empty as they cupped the heavy, pale swells of her breasts, which were so voluptuous they still spilled from his grasp.

His thumbs, with a hypnotic slowness, began to circle the taut, pink nipples that had hardened into sensitive peaks against his palms while his palms fondled them slowly.

A deep and tender feeling of love mixed with pity at her state welled inside his chest and started to overwhelm him.

Unable to stop himself, he returned to kiss her lips, but this was not an aggressive, claiming kiss.

Instead, it was a soft, lingering seal of the emotions he tried to transmit to her.

In response, her lips parted gently and she breathed a soft, fragrant sigh into his open mouth.