1. Theo #2
She whimpers in her sleep, face scrunching in discomfort. I freeze immediately, watching for signs of real distress. My heart hammers in my chest as I study her expression. After a long moment, her body relaxes slightly, her breathing evening out.
I push deeper, inch by careful inch, and feel resistance. Her hymen.
She's really a virgin. Giving me this. Trusting me with everything.
I grit my teeth harder and push through the barrier in one steady, deliberate thrust.
She cries out, sharp and sudden.
"Ahh!"
The sound is pained, even in sleep. Her face tightens, features contorting, and a tear slides from her closed eye down her temple to disappear into her hair.
I look down between our bodies. My cock is smeared with blood, stark evidence of what I've just done.
I just took her virginity while she's asleep. Fuck.
Guilt and arousal war within me, battling for dominance, but the arousal wins. It always does. I hold completely still, buried as deep as I can go inside her, letting her body adjust to the invasion. Her pussy clenches and spasms around me, so tight it's almost painful.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. But you're mine now. You'll always be mine."
After a minute that feels like an eternity, I pull back slightly, just an inch, then push in again. Slow, careful thrusts. The blood eases the way, mixing with her arousal and creating slickness that makes it easier to move.
She whimpers with each thrust—small, pained sounds that make my chest tighten.
"Mmm... nnh..."
But then they change. The pitch shifts subtly.
"Mmm... ahh..."
Pleasure mixing with pain. Her body starts responding despite her unconscious state, hips making tiny movements to meet my thrusts.
She's feeling it even in sleep. Her body knows what it needs.
I increase my pace slightly, still gentle, still careful not to hurt her more than necessary.
One hand braces beside her head on the pillow, the other grips her hip to hold her steady.
I watch her face as expressions flicker across her sleeping features—pain fading, replaced by something softer, something needful.
Her lips part. Breathy sounds escape, barely audible.
"Ahh... ahh..."
"That's it. Take my cock, baby. You're doing so good. Such a good girl for me."
My thumb finds her clit and circles it slowly, applying just enough pressure. Her pussy clenches harder around my cock, gripping me tighter.
"Ahh... mmm..."
She's close. I can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her inner walls flutter and pulse around my cock. Her breathing becomes erratic, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my hoodie.
I work her clit while thrusting deeper, harder, no longer quite as gentle. Her body tenses further, back arching off the bed in a graceful curve.
"Come for me, Tessa. Let me feel it. Show me you're mine."
Her pussy spasms around my cock, clenching rhythmically, milking me. She cries out, louder this time, the sound filling the quiet room.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
Her eyes flutter rapidly but don't open. She's lost in a dream, feeling everything but not conscious of what's truly happening. I fuck her through it, prolonging the orgasm as long as I can, and my own climax builds rapidly at the base of my spine.
Going to fill her. Claim her completely. Make her mine in every way.
No thought of protection. Just primal need and dark possession.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and come with a groan I can't suppress. My cock pulses hard, flooding her virgin pussy with cum. So much it leaks out around my shaft, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her.
I stay buried inside, breathing hard, watching her face as she drifts back into deeper sleep. After a moment, a gentle smile curves her lips. Peaceful, content.
I carefully withdraw, hissing at the sensation. My cock is slick with blood and cum—visceral, undeniable evidence of her virginity taken. The sight fills me with possessive satisfaction so intense it borders on obsession.
Mine. She's mine now. No one else will ever have her like this.
I grab tissues from her nightstand and clean myself first, wiping away the blood and cum. Then I turn my attention to her, gently spreading her thighs and carefully wiping between her legs. She stirs slightly, making a soft sound.
"Mmm..."
But she doesn't wake. I'm as tender as possible, cleaning away the blood and cum with gentle strokes. Some has already dried on her inner thighs. I take my time, making sure she's clean.
I should feel guilty. I should hate myself for what I just did.
But all I feel is savage satisfaction and dark triumph.
I pull her sleep shorts back on carefully, sliding them up her legs and settling them on her hips. I leave the hoodie off—I want to see her in it tomorrow morning. I cover her with the blanket, tucking it around her body carefully, making sure she's warm and comfortable.
Then I press a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment.
"Sleep, baby. We'll talk in the morning. And you're going to be mine."
I collect the sticky notes from where I left them on her nightstand and fold them carefully, putting them in my pocket as I leave her room. I close the door quietly behind me and stand in the hallway, heart pounding, cock still semi-hard.
Everything just changed. Everything. And I'm not letting her go. Not ever.