Withdrawing my fingers from her mouth, I licked them clean of her saliva, savoring the lingering taste of her. “It’s time to wake you up,” I said with a wicked smirk, leaning in close, my eyes locking onto hers as I prepared to take her further down the path of no return.
I kissed her again, deeply and without restraint, plunging my tongue into her open mouth as she gasped for air, her breath ragged and needy. My tongue sought hers, tangling with it, dominating it, pulling her into the rhythm I set.
“Hmppff!” Atalanta whimpered, the sound muffled as I toyed with her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers, tracing the soft insides of her cheeks, brushing over her teeth with teasing flicks. Her tongue surrendered to me, soft and submissive, letting me explore and claim her completely. When I finally pulled back, a thin thread of saliva connected us, glistening in the dim light.
Her face was a vision—flushed crimson, her skin glistening with sweat that trailed down her neck and along her heaving chest. Her hazy green eyes stared at me, glassy and overwhelmed, her lips parted and trembling.
Leaning closer, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. My tongue flicked out, tasting the salty trail of sweat slipping down her cheek. Every movement, every touch, made her shudder beneath me, her body betraying the purity she tried to cling to.
“This,” I murmured, my voice low and dripping with authority, “is what a woman should feel. And this…” My hand slid down, cupping her soaked pussy, my fingers slipping between her slick folds. “…this is only the beginning.”
Her thighs clamped shut around my hand instinctively, as if trying to deny me access, but the heat radiating from her told another story. She was drenched, her arousal dripping onto my fingers even as her body trembled with hesitation.
“I want to fuck you, Atalanta,” I growled, my fingers pressing more firmly against her wet slit, teasing her clit. “Right now.”
“B… But Artemis…” she stammered, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in glittering trails. Her devotion was tearing her apart—desire battling loyalty. Artemis had been her everything, her guardian, her guide, her savior. How could she betray that?
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to catch a tear as it fell, the taste sharp and bitter but tinged with sweetness. “This will be our little secret,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “And I promise you, Artemis will forgive you one day.” My words dripped with confidence, a vow I intended to keep.
Atalanta’s chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, her mind waging a war even as her body betrayed her. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “T… Take it…”
A wide, feral grin spread across my face as her words sent a surge of lust roaring through me. My hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly from the ground. She let out a small gasp of surprise, her hands clutching my shoulders as I carried her to the bed.
“I love you, Atalanta,” I murmured, my voice filled with a mixture of adoration and raw hunger as I tossed her gently onto the bed.
“I… I think so too—hmpfff!” she began, but I cut her off with a fierce kiss, silencing her with the intensity of my need. My hands roamed her body, gripping at the fabric that dared to conceal her beauty. With one swift movement, I tore it away, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room as her soft cry followed.
“Hammff!” Her body reacted instantly, arching beneath me, her green eyes wide with shock and exhilaration as her bare skin was exposed to the cool air.
And there she was—Atalanta, stripped of her barriers, her body a masterpiece of strength and femininity. Her firm breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath, her nipples hard and inviting. Her toned stomach led down to the untouched perfection of her pussy, glistening and ready, her thighs trembling with anticipation.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaning down, I captured one of her nipples in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the hardened peak as my hand cupped the other breast. Her body arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I suckled and nipped at her sensitive skin.
But I wasn’t finished. My free hand trailed down her stomach, stopping just above her dripping core. “You’re ready,” I growled, my voice thick with desire as my fingers dipped between her folds, teasing her entrance. “And I can’t wait any longer.”
Atalanta’s voice trembled with panic and adrenaline, her body writhing beneath me. “Y…yes!!” she cried, her words tumbling out in a mixture of surrender and anticipation.
I smirked, gripping her toned legs firmly and spreading them wide, positioning myself at her entrance. Her thighs quivered in my grasp, her slick folds glistening with undeniable desire. Holding her steady, I angled my throbbing cock against her untouched entrance and thrust forward, hard and deliberate, my hips driving with all my strength.
“HAAAAANGHNN!!!” Atalanta’s scream echoed through the room, her mouth opening wide as a sound erupted from her unlike anything I’d heard before. It wasn’t just pain—it was the sound of her walls breaking, her lifelong vow to Artemis shattering with every inch I claimed.
The tight heat of her virgin pussy gripped me like a vice, and I groaned loudly, overwhelmed by the intensity of her untouched body. Each thrust drove deeper, erasing every trace of the purity she had so carefully guarded.
“Fuck…” I hissed, my voice raw as I pushed deeper, ensuring there would be no remnants of her virginity, no part of her oath left unbroken.
“HAAAAGHHNN!!!” Another scream tore from her lips, louder than before, her voice vibrating with both the pain of her first time and a burgeoning pleasure she couldn’t yet understand.
Fearing her cries might summon unwanted ears—perhaps even Artemis herself—I clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her primal moans. Her eyes widened in shock and something deeper—confusion, a spark of pleasure beginning to overtake the pain.
“HMPPHH!!” Atalanta shook her head, her muffled cries vibrating against my palm. Her body trembled, caught between the conflicting sensations of pain and ecstasy, her green eyes misting with tears as she gazed up at me.
“It’s over,” I whispered, pulling my cock back slowly. A mix of her juices and the red evidence of her broken virginity followed, glistening on my length as it slid free. Blood trailed down her thighs, stark against her pale skin, her body irrevocably changed.
“Haaaan❤️…haaaaaan❤️…” Atalanta’s breaths came heavy and uneven, her chest heaving as she turned her gaze downward. Her wide eyes locked on the blood dripping from her pussy, a flicker of apprehension darkening her expression.
Before the doubt could take root, I leaned in and captured her lips, my kiss deep and consuming. “Hmmfff~~” Atalanta’s response was immediate, her body melting into mine as she kissed me back, her lips parting eagerly for my tongue. Her uncertainty began to fade, replaced by something warmer, something hungrier.
I broke the kiss and leaned into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Let me handle everything. Don’t concern yourself with oaths or problems tonight. Just focus on the pleasure.” My words dripped with assurance, and I felt her shiver beneath me, her body surrendering completely.
Without waiting for an answer, I drove my cock back into her, sliding into her tight, freshly claimed pussy. Her heat enveloped me, her walls clinging to every inch as I thrust deep.
“Haaaaan❤️!” Her moan was sweeter this time, tinged with surrender as I hooked her left leg over my shoulder, pushing her open wider. My hand trailed down to grip her sweat-slick thigh, holding her steady as I drove deeper into her, my hips slamming against her with rhythmic precision.
“Yesssss❤️ Samaaael❤️❤️…haaaaaan❤️! Haaaann❤️!” Atalanta’s cries became more desperate, the pain giving way to pure pleasure. Her voice rose with every thrust, her moans turning from hesitant to wanton as she arched beneath me.
Her firm breasts bounced with each movement, the sight drawing a low growl from me. My hands moved instinctively, cupping and kneading her soft mounds, my thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples as I continued to pound into her.
“Haaaaan❤️! Samael❤️, don’t stop❤️! Haaaaan❤️!” Atalanta’s voice broke into fragments of lust, her cries echoing through the room as her body trembled, overwhelmed by sensations she’d never felt before. Her pussy clenched around me, her body begging for more as I claimed her fully, the promise of her first orgasm building like a tidal wave within her.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
The wet, rhythmic sound of my thrusts filled the room, mingling with Atalanta’s increasingly desperate cries. Her pussy clung to me, every stroke dragging another moan from her lips as her body writhed beneath mine.
“HAAAN! N-Nooooo! Haaaaaana!!” Her voice broke into fragments, her breath hitching, her back arching off the bed. She was teetering on the edge of her very first orgasm, her tight walls spasming around me as if begging for release.
I groaned, the intensity of her untouched body nearly driving me insane. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of what we were doing, or the lingering sensations from Aphrodite’s earlier worship, but I felt my own climax building, unstoppable and fierce.
Gripping her legs tighter, I pulled her closer, folding her body beneath me as I thrust harder, deeper. Each movement was deliberate, pushing past every inch of resistance until I felt myself hitting the deepest part of her—the entrance to her womb.
“HAAAAAAAAGHNNNN❤️❤️❤️!!”
Atalanta’s scream was raw, guttural, and unrestrained, her entire body trembling violently beneath me as her orgasm crashed over her. Her walls clenched and pulsed around me, milking me for everything I had.
“Ghnn!” I groaned, my grip tightening on her thighs as my body surrendered. A surge of heat rushed through me, my cock throbbing as I spilled myself deep inside her. Thick, hot spurt of cum filled her, marking her completely, claiming her in a way that was as primal as it was undeniable.
Atalanta’s head tossed from side to side, her green eyes fluttering closed as she rode the waves of her first orgasm. Her cries softened into breathy, broken moans, her entire body consumed by the overwhelming rush of pleasure.
My own climax seemed endless, my body trembling with each pulse of release. My breaths came ragged as I finally stilled, buried deep inside her, our bodies locked together in the aftermath.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to hers, capturing her soft, trembling mouth in one last deep kiss. She kissed me back lazily, her energy spent, her lips soft and pliant against mine.
Finally, I pulled back and rolled onto the bed beside her, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. Atalanta lay sprawled next to me, her body slick with sweat, her face flushed and glowing. Her legs were still trembling faintly, her pussy dripping with both blood and cum.