Kai #6
but it’s already the truth.
Her broken little yes rips through me like a bullet, and I’m gone. Whatever control I had left is ash.
My hands tear at her panties, yanking the soaked fabric aside so hard the seams scream before giving way. Her gasp rips the air, sharp and wet, but I don’t stop—I can’t.
“Fuck, Scar,” I growl against her mouth, my voice guttural, ruined. “I’m not letting anyone else touch what’s mine. Not ever.”
Her thighs quake around me, her tears still spilling, her hands clawing at my shoulders as I line myself up against her bare pussy. The slick of her, hot and dripping, coats me instantly, sliding over the head of my cock.
She sobs, her breath stuttering. “Kai—”
“Shhh,” I rasp, my forehead pressing hard to hers as I grind into her folds, teasing that untouched entrance, every nerve in me screaming to bury myself inside. “I’ll be your first. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
I press harder, just the tip breaching, stretching her slow, her body clenching around me like it already knows who I am. Her cry tears through the room, raw and perfect.
My jaw locks, my breath shuddering ragged. “That’s it, baby sister. Take me. Take all of me.”
And then I snap my hips forward—
claiming her.
The heat of her clenches around the head of my cock, tight, trembling, untouched. My jaw grinds so hard it aches, every muscle in my body locked to keep from slamming into her.
Her nails bite into my shoulders, her sob catching in her throat. “Kai—”
“I’ve got you,” I rasp, my forehead pressed to hers, sweat slick between us. “I’ll give you all of me, Scar. Inch by fucking inch. You’ll feel every part of me.”
I push deeper, slow, deliberate, stretching her around me. Her cry rips through the air, her body shaking, her thighs clamping tight around my hips.
“Fuck—” The word tears out of me as her wet heat strangles me, so tight it’s almost unbearable. “You’re perfect. So fucking tight—made for me.”
She sobs, trembling, her breath broken. “It hurts—”
I kiss her tears, my hips barely rocking, forcing her to take more of me. “I know, baby. I know. But it’s me. Only me. And I’ll make it good, I swear.”
Another inch. Then another. My cock sinks deeper, her body fighting and yielding at once, every stretch carving itself into me.
Until I’m buried to the hilt, her walls gripping me like a vice, her sobs raw against my lips.
I stay there, grinding small, shallow circles inside her, whispering filth against her ear.
“You’ll never forget this, Scar. Your first. Your last. I’ll fuck this into your bones until you can’t remember anyone but me.”
Her body trembles around me, tight, struggling, every sob soaking into my skin. I bury myself to the base and hold, grinding just enough to make her feel me everywhere, whispering into the hollow of her throat.
“That’s it, baby… breathe. I’ve got you. Every inch of you is mine now.”
Her nails rake my shoulders, her face wet against my cheek. “Kai… I can’t—”
“You can,” I murmur, kissing the tears off her jaw. “You’re taking me so fucking good. My perfect little sister. So tight I can feel your heartbeat in your cunt.”
I move slow, rocking my hips, shallow strokes that make her gasp, make her body clutch me even harder. Each motion drags her open inch by inch, the pain laced with something hotter, darker.
She whimpers, broken, her lips brushing my ear. “Why are you—why are you being so gentle?”
A low laugh rumbles out of me, cracked and feral. “Because you’re mine, Scar. And I’ll ruin you sweet before I ruin you raw. I want your first memory of this to be my cock filling you, whispering how I’ll never let you go.”
Her breath catches, a sob turning into a moan as I grind deeper, slower, filthier.
“Say it,” I whisper, my tongue dragging across her ear. “Say I’m the only one who’ll ever be inside you.”
Her whole body quakes, her tears soaking my neck as she nods, broken.
And I keep rocking into her, slow and tender, whispering every filthy vow I can’t take back.
Her throat works like she’s trying to speak, but no sound comes out—only sobs, wet and shaking, her breath tearing ragged against my mouth. Her nails claw at my back, clinging like I’m the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
She nods, frantic, trembling, her tears soaking into my skin. That’s all she can give me.
And it’s enough to end me.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my hips rolling slow, steady, stretching her wider with every grind. “That’s all I need. I only need your body, your tears, and this perfect little cunt hugging me like it was made for me.
Her sob breaks into a gasp, her walls fluttering around me as I keep the rhythm, deep and deliberate.
“You don’t have to speak, Scar,” I whisper into her hair, kissing the crown of her head even as I rut against her. “I’ll do the talking. I’ll make the promises. I’ll swear you’ll never forget your first because it’s me.”
I drag out, slow, until she whimpers, then sink back in, grinding deep until her cry cracks into something wetter, something filthier.
“That’s it, baby sister. Let me feel your body say what your mouth can’t. You’re mine. You were always mine.”
And I stay there, rocking her apart slowly, tender and filthy, her voice gone, her whole body answering me instead.
The first sting cuts through her cry, sharp and broken, and I feel it—her body tightens hard around me, a shudder tearing through both of us. My hips freeze for a breath, my chest heaving as I realise what I’ve done.
Her nails dig deeper into my back, her sobs spilling against my throat, shaking like she’s being split in two.
And then I feel the warmth, hot and slick, sliding down my cock as I grind deeper.
Blood.
Her first time, tearing for me, marking me.
I choke on a groan, my forehead slamming to hers. “Fuck, Scar…”
She trembles, sobbing harder, her thighs quaking around me. “Kai—it hurts—”
“I know, baby,” I rasp, kissing her wet cheeks, my voice wrecked. “I know. But you’re taking me so fucking good.”
I rock slow, deeper, deliberate, and the blood makes it slicker, wetter, coating me as her body clenches. I grind in small circles, forcing her to feel every inch.
“Feel that?” I whisper, my lips brushing hers. “That’s mine. Even your pain—mine. Even your blood makes you wetter for me.”
Her gasp breaks into a moan, her sob tangled with something darker, her body giving in even as the tears keep falling.
I keep moving, slow and tender, every thrust claiming her, whispering filth against her mouth like vows I’ll never take back.
“You’re ruined for me now, Scarlett. No one else will ever have you. No one else will ever fit inside what I just broke.”
Her walls clutch me so tight it’s almost unbearable, the wet heat of her mixed with the faint slick of blood, her body trembling with every shallow rock of my hips. Her nails dig into my back, her sobs hot against my neck, her voice gone.
I kiss her hair, her temple, her jaw—soft, reverent touches that don’t match the filth spilling from my mouth. “That’s it, baby girl. So fucking good. Taking me slow, taking me deep. You feel how perfect you are for me?”
She whimpers, her whole body shuddering as I drag out of her just enough to make her walls flutter, then grind back in slow, grinding her clit against me with each roll.
Her tears smear across my cheek as she buries her face in me, her broken cries swallowed in my skin.
I whisper into the curve of her ear, voice rough but sweet, dripping filth like honey. “I’ll make it feel good, Scar. I’ll make you forget the pain, forget everything but me. Every time your pussy aches, you’ll remember it’s because I was the first to fill it. The only one who ever will.”
Her thighs quiver, clamping tighter around my waist. I rock deeper, slow, tender, stretching her inch by inch, kissing the corner of her mouth as another sob breaks into a gasp.
“You’re bleeding for me,” I murmur, brushing my lips over her wet cheek. “And it just makes you wetter. Makes you mine.”
I stay slow, savouring every tremor, every broken breath, whispering filth into her ear like vows I’ll never take back.
Her voice breaks different now — not just sobs, but moans, raw and unrestrained, spilling into my mouth as if she can’t hold them back anymore. The sound claws through me, makes my cock throb harder inside her.
Her thighs tremble, then clamp tight around my waist, her ankles locking at the small of my back. She drags me deeper that way, grinding her hips against mine, desperate, needy, reckless.
“Fuck, Scar…” My breath rips out, guttural, as I let her take control of the rhythm. “That’s it — grind on me. Show me how bad you want it.”
She moans louder, broken and filthy, her nails carving into my skin as she rocks her hips, meeting every slow thrust with her own. The wet drag of her, the heat, the squeeze — it’s enough to make me shake, my forehead pressed hard to hers, sweat dripping into the tears streaking her cheeks.
Her voice splinters on my name, the sound torn between a cry and a moan. And fuck, it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Louder,” I whisper against her lips, my tongue catching her gasp. “Let me hear you. Let the whole house hear you take me.”
She whimpers, grinding harder, clinging tighter, her legs shaking but refusing to let me go.
And I give her everything — slow, deep, filthy, tender — grinding with her until the walls between us are gone, and she’s nothing but sound and heat and mine.
Her legs are locked tight around my waist, dragging me deeper, grinding with me, and her moans spill louder, wetter, and filthier with every roll of her hips. She’s right there—so close I can feel her pulse clenching around me, her whole body trembling like she’s about to shatter.
And that’s when I slow.
I grind shallow instead, dragging my cock just inside her, enough to keep her walls fluttering but not enough to let her fall. Her cry cracks open against my mouth, desperate and broken.
“Kai—please—don’t stop—”