Damien licked his lips, savoring the sight of her trembling body beneath him. Heat swirled in his eyes, his lust completely unrestrained as he leaned closer.
"You don’t need this anymore," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with desire.
His fingers found the hem of her gown, tugging it upward slowly.
Claire gasped, her hands twitching as though she wanted to stop him, but they only hovered uselessly in the air.
She didn’t resist. The fabric rose higher and higher, revealing more of her pale thighs until it bunched up around her waist.
What was hidden beneath made Damien’s breath hitch.
Her panties came into view — thin, soft fabric that clung desperately to her mound.
A dark, damp spot sat right at the center, proof of how much she had already succumbed to his touch.
"A-ah..." Claire whimpered, her face flushing scarlet. She quickly raised her hands and covered her face, hiding herself from his gaze.
Her body shifted faintly, thighs pressing closer together as though she could still conceal her shame.
But Damien only smirked, his expression darkly amused.
’So cute,’ he thought, cock twitching as he drank in the sight of her helpless shyness. Her every embarrassed movement only fueled his hunger to break her down further.
With firm hands, he caught her knees and spread her thighs open again, prying apart her resistance.
Her breath caught sharply, chest rising and falling in fast bursts. Her panties stretched tighter across her pussy, the damp spot now glistening faintly under the light.
Damien shifted his hips and pressed the thick, throbbing length of his cock against her covered slit.
Claire gasped instantly, her hands still covering her face.
"Ahh—nnnhhh!"
He dragged himself slowly against her, stroking his length along her panties.
From the bottom of her folds all the way up to her clit, then back down in long, deliberate strokes.
The heat of her body seared through the thin barrier, and the wetness grew with every pass, darkening the fabric further.
Claire writhed faintly, her hips twitching as soft moans spilled out from her lips.
"Hnnnhhh... nngh..."
The sensation was overwhelming. Her body trembled beneath him, her thighs quivering as he continued rubbing himself against her soaked panties.
Damien pressed harder, grinding the swollen tip of his cock into her mound, circling against the wet fabric where her clit hid beneath.
Claire’s voice rose in a choked gasp, her hips jerking up to meet his movements before she caught herself and stilled again, cheeks burning.
Finally, her hands slid away from her face. Her flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and trembling lips were revealed as she bit down on her lower lip, shuddering under the weight of her arousal.
"Put it in..." she whispered, barely audible.
Her head turned sharply to the side again, as if she couldn’t face him after saying such shameless words.
Damien’s smirk widened, a perverted glint flashing across his dark eyes. The sound of her begging — so embarrassed, yet so desperate — made his blood boil with desire.
But he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted so easily.
Instead, he lowered his hand, hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties, and slid the fabric aside.
The wet, slick folds of her pussy were revealed in an instant.
Pink and swollen, her lips pulsed with need, glistening with juices that seeped freely from her core.
Trails of her arousal dripped down the curve of her thighs, staining the sheets beneath her.
Damien paused for a moment, entranced.
’So wet... so perfect,’ he thought, his cock throbbing violently at the sight. The sheer erotic beauty of her exposed mound sent a surge of heat rushing through him.
Claire whimpered and squeezed her thighs, though he still held them open with ease.
Her eyes clenched shut, and she turned her head even further aside.
"D-don’t... don’t stare at it so much..." she muttered weakly, her voice trembling with embarrassment.
Damien chuckled darkly, leaning closer until his breath washed over her wet folds. His hand stroked up her thigh, fingers sinking into the softness of her skin before giving her flesh a firm squeeze.
"Oh, but how could I not?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "It’s dripping wet... begging for me..."
Her entire body shivered at his words, her toes curling as another wave of heat washed through her.
[Claire’s Corruption: 12%]
[Quest "Push Claire’s corruption to 10%" completed]
[Reward Granted: +100 Hunter Points]
A faint notification blinked across Damien’s vision, but he ignored it, his gaze locked firmly on her glistening pussy.
And still, he wasn’t finished.
’I don’t need these notifications disturbing me right now... I’ll check them later.’ he thought, and the notifications from the system were immediately silenced.
The quiet that followed was heavy and intimate, the only sound now the faint hitch of Claire’s breath beneath him.
Damien tilted his head, gaze dropping to the flushed woman trembling on the bed.
He gently tapped his hard cock against her naked, slick folds.
The sound was soft—a wet, sticky note—and Claire’s entire body jerked in response.
"Ahhn—" Her moan spilled out without restraint, her back arching as her folds quivered under the teasing pressure. The heat of him against her made her legs tremble uncontrollably.
Damien’s smirk only widened. He tilted his head slightly, observing her reaction with amusement, his eyes dark with arousal and control.
Claire’s hands balled into fists at the sheets, her face flushing so deeply she looked as though she might faint.
"D-don’t do that..." she muttered, voice breathy and uneven, torn between shame and desire.
The way her lips quivered when she said it only stoked Damien’s amusement further. He leaned down, his voice low and teasing against her ear.
"Don’t do what...?"
At the same moment, he rolled his hips forward, gently rubbing the thick length of his cock across her folds, dragging it back and forth along the wet, slippery seam.
The motion was deliberate — too slow to satisfy, too heavy to ignore.
Claire’s breath hitched sharply. She parted her lips as though to answer, but her words broke apart into a gasp, a soft, needy moan spilling out instead.
The sheets twisted tighter in her fists, and she turned her head away, biting her lip hard to suppress her voice.
Damien chuckled, the sound low, vibrating with his amusement and arousal. His eyes never left her expression, drinking in the way she tried and failed to control herself.
"If you really want it..." he muttered, dragging the head of his cock against her folds again, coating himself in her slick arousal, "...then beg for it."
His tone was calm, almost casual, but the dominance in it was unmistakable.
It wasn’t a suggestion—it was a command wrapped in velvet, daring her to surrender the last of her resistance.
Claire’s body shivered at his words. Her lips trembled, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she bit down hard in embarrassment.
She wanted to look away forever, to hide her face, but her body betrayed her.
The heat pooling between her legs, the ache of denial, the way her folds throbbed with each teasing rub — it was unbearable.
Finally, she whispered, so faint it almost wasn’t a sound at all:
"...Please... put it in."
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