Liam increased his pace, driving into her with more force. The sound of their bodies slapping filled the tent, along with Midnight’s increasingly desperate moans. When he felt her walls begin to clamp around him, he reached down to help her, his thumb joining her fingers on her clit.
Midnight high-pitched cry squeaked through as he buried himself to the hilt, the swollen head of his dick grinding against her G-spot.
Her clit throbbed under her fingers, the sensation overwhelming as Liam’s thumb joined hers, pressing down hard and making her legs shake.
Midnight shattered beneath him, her pussy gripping him. The sensation was too much for her. Midnight scread, a high-pitched sound that seed to echo through the small tent. Her body convulsed, and Liam felt a warm gush of fluid between them, soaking his thighs and the bedding beneath them.
"Oh! Oh no!" Midnight’s eyes flew open, her face flushing bright red with mortification. "Master, Midnight is so sorry! Midnight didn’t an to..." She tried to pull away, her small hands pushing against his chest. "Midnight has never... I’ve never... I’ve made a ss!"
Liam maintained his position inside her, his cock still throbbing as he looked down at her panicked expression.
Midnight looked between them and gasped. "Master, why is Midnight bleeding?" Her voice trembled with fear, her blue eyes wide with confusion. "Did Midnight hurt herself? Is Master hurt?"
Liam reached out, his large hand cupping her face with unexpected tenderness. His thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone, wiping away a tear she hadn’t realised had fallen.
"You didn’t wet yourself," he said, his voice low and gentle. "That was sothing amazing your body did. It’s called squirting. Many won can’t do that." He paused, watching understanding slowly dawn on her features. "And the blood... that’s because I took your virginity. Your first ti. It’s normal. It’s okay."
Midnight’s breathing slowed, her body relaxing beneath him once more. "First ti? Midnight’s first ti with Master?" She smiled, a small, shy thing. "Midnight is glad it was Master."
Liam felt sothing shift inside him at her words. His hips began to move again, slowly at first, then burying himself balls deep into her.
The sight of her beneath him, her body accepting his, the mixture of blood and her arousal coating his cock was pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
"I’m going to cum inside you," he grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Is that okay?"
Midnight nodded, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes, Master, please. Midnight wants to feel Master’s... cum."
The word sounded strange in her shy voice, but it was enough to break his control.
Liam drove into her one final ti, his cock pulsing as he released deep inside her. He groaned, a primal sound that seed to co from sowhere deep in his chest, as he emptied himself."Take it, take my cum like the good girl you are." he snarled, his voice rough with lust as he slamd into her one last ti, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed inside her, pumping her full of his hot, sticky seed.
As the intensity of his climax subsided, Liam remained inside her, watching her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted as she panted.
There was sothing about Midnight, her innocence, her complete trust, that made this feel more significant.
"You did well," he murmured, brushing her dark hair away from her sweaty forehead. "Very well."
Midnight smiled up at him, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and wonder. "Midnight feels... different now. Like sothing has changed inside."
Liam started to pull out, but Midnight’s hands grasped at his hips, her eyes welling up.
"No, Master, please..." she whimpered and pouted. "Midnight liked it... liked feeling full of you. It was warm, safe..." Her voice trailed off, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Liam smiled softly, brushing the tear away with his thumb. He shifted, rolling her gently onto her side and fitting himself against her back. He slid one arm underneath her, cupping her breast as he guided himself back into her from behind.
Midnight gasped, her body arching back against him as he filled her once more. "Is this better?" he murmured into her ear, his voice low and soothing.
For a long mont, they stayed connected, their breathing gradually slowing.
Midnight nestled against him, her small body fitting perfectly against his larger fra. "Master?" she whispered after a mont. "Will we do this again? With Elizabeth?"
Liam’s eyebrows shot up. The thought of Elizabeth—with her pink hair and sharp pink eyes, perhaps joining them, sent a jolt of arousal through him that he hadn’t expected. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her soaked pussy, making Midnight have a full-body shiver.
"Maybe," he said, his voice rough. "If that’s what you both want."
Midnight nodded against his chest, already drifting toward sleep. "Midnight wants to make Master happy. Elizabeth wants to make Master happy, too."
Midnight’s body was warm and soft against his, her breathing already slowing toward sleep. He could feel the thick ss of his cum leaking out around where they were joined, pooling between her thighs and soaking into the bedding beneath them.
He could go again. Hell, he could probably go all night with how tightly she gripped him, how perfectly her supple body fit against his. But this was her first ti, her actual first ti, and she’d already co apart twice beneath him. The blood mixed with their fluids on the sheets was proof enough of that.
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Status: Internal Lubrication Overload
The "ss" Miscalculation: Midnight mistaking her high-volu, structural fluid release for a localised bladder malfunction has triggered an imdiate [Purity Panic] event. Liam’s calm, gravelly lecture on anatomy while still balls-deep inside her has successfully mitigated her mortification.
The Crimson Verification: Midnight inquiring about the structural damage to her inner walls has locked in the permanent [First Blood Claid] achievent. The system notes that her imdiate switch from panic to being "glad it was Master" has completely shattered Liam’s remaining tactical restraint.
The Permanent Occupant Request: Midnight whimpering and lashing out against his extraction because she liked feeling "warm and full" has bypassed all known cooldown cycles. Liam imdiately pivot-rolling her into a rear-entry spoon position has officially declared the tent a [Permanent High-Friction Zone].
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