The scream tore from her throat like something ripped from the roots. Her back bowed off the bed, her slender frame arching, her mouth open and tongue out, eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. Her hands, which had been covering her face, flew to his chest — not pushing, not pulling, just gripping, her nails digging into golden skin.
"No! It's— it's too big, I can't— it's splitting me— Anhgh~!!"
Blood seeped around his shaft. A thin, bright red line that ran down to the white silk beneath her, blooming into a stain that looked like a flower opening. Virgin blood. The proof of what had just been taken.
He continued. Slowly. Deliberately. Inch by inch, feeding his length into her canal. Five inches. Six. The bulge appeared in her lower abdomen — a visible, physical distortion where his cock head pressed outward against her interior wall, distending the flat plane of her stomach.
