Chapter 108: Ravishing Kisara
Seeing that smug look on Takumi's face, Kisara's eyes blazed with pure hatred. She gritted her teeth defiantly, refusing to back down.
"If you've got the guts, come at me again! I'm not scared of you…!"
Her voice cracked with fury as she twisted her head, those striking emerald-green eyes glaring daggers at him. Heterochromia and unusual hair colors weren't exactly common even in this world. Takumi took a moment to admire the view before smirking.
"All bark and no bite. You're less like a lioness and more like an angry little stray cat. And don't think your cheap provocation is gonna work on me. Your real goal is still to borrow my 'seed,' right? Too bad—that spot's already reserved by three other women in this world. You're late to the party."
Kisara felt like she was actually going insane.
Why does everything out of his mouth have to be about "borrowing seed"?! Does he think he's some prize stallion with superior bloodlines or something?! Pfft—if he's the stallion, then what does that make me in his eyes… a mare?!
"Get lost! Get the hell out! Let me go right now and I swear I'll kill you!"
"Sigh… You're pretty cute, I'll give you that, but all this 'got the guts?' and 'lend me your seed' talk is really turning me off. Alright then, Kisara—I'm out. See ya never."
Takumi released her and stepped back a few paces.
The instant she was free, Kisara exploded into motion, whipping a savage kick straight at his head.
But with infuriating ease, he caught her leg—one-handed. It was the short-pants side, her flawless white skin untouched by calluses or tanning despite all her training. The moment he gripped her thigh, he sent another pulse of magic surging into her.
The strange, shameful pleasure instantly sapped her strength. Her legs buckled; she could barely stand.
Takumi stepped in close, wrapped an arm around her slim waist, and gave her firm butt a possessive squeeze.
"Stop squirming. You're already soaked down there. Hurry up and get dressed before someone sees—I'm not in the mood to share the view."
Kisara felt that urgent, pee-like pressure building from the pleasure. She desperately fought it back, tears welling in her eyes.
What kind of martial art is this?! It's so humiliating… If I really "wet myself" here, I'll never live it down for the rest of my life!
Seeing the wild, defiant expression on her face soften into something vulnerable, Takumi actually felt a flicker of genuine attraction. He pinched her cheek playfully.
"Third time's the charm—I've pinned you down three times now. Next time you try anything funny and I catch you again… I really will 'lend you my seed,' okay? Haha. See ya later, little wildcat."
"You coward! If you've got any balls at all, rape me right now, you spineless bastard!!"
Those words finally snapped something in Takumi.
Her swaying hips—still clothed but radiating irresistible temptation—made his head roar. It had been way too long since he'd last had sex. The scenery, her provocation, everything combined into an unbearable blaze.
One hand locked both of hers behind her back. The other ripped her top clean off, stripping her bare in seconds. Then he tore off his own clothes.
Now nothing shielded that plump, juicy little ass—snow-white, perfectly round, jiggling enticingly in the breeze.
Takumi lunged from behind, both hands seizing her full, firm virgin breasts. His rock-hard cock—already throbbing like iron—lined up with her priceless, untouched entrance.
Gritting his teeth, he thrust with all his strength.
Using her own slickness as lubricant, he drove forward in one brutal motion. The fat glans pressed against her hymen—then tore straight through!
Schlick!
More than half his massive length buried itself inside her in an instant!
Kisara clearly felt her maiden barrier rip apart under the invading crown. That enormous, vein-ridged shaft plunged deep, stretching her tight, untouched channel all the way to her virgin core.
"Aaahhh…!!"
A long, shuddering cry escaped her. A bizarre cocktail of tingling numbness, itchy heat, aching sweetness, pleasure, and searing pain shot through her body as the scorching rod pierced straight to her womb.
Both hands clawed into the grass for support. The intense deflowering agony ripped another scream from her throat:
"AHH! No—nooo!! …Aaaah!!"
She threw her head back, hair whipping wildly. Overwhelmed by the sharp pain and the violent stimulation of her most sensitive places, she shook her head frantically from side to side.
But it was far too late.
The tearing sensation felt like a massive stake had been hammered deep into her core. Her fingers dug furrows into the earth from the sheer agony.
Takumi's thrust had reached all the way to her untouched depths, but his absurd length still left a third outside. Her hot, petal-like folds immediately clamped down like a vice around every inch inside her—every fold of soft, slick membrane squeezing and milking him in desperate tightness.
Her lovely legs trembled, brows furrowed in pain, teeth biting her lip until it bled, cheeks flushed crimson with shame and heat.
Yet even as that monstrous rod invaded her pure white body, waves of dizzying pleasure crashed through her. Elegant and beautiful, she panted desperately—half-resisting, half-yielding to the thick, slippery invader sliding in and out of her dripping passage.
Her face lifted skyward, small mouth gaping like a fish out of water. She bit down hard on a lock of her own hair to muffle the sounds. Tears streamed freely, mixing pain and the shameful ecstasy of her first time. Muffled groans kept escaping her throat.
"It's over… He's really raping me…!"
Takumi gripped her snowy, rounded hips tightly. One hand forced her upper body down, making her lean forward until she had to brace both elbows on the ground.
"My first time in this world—I'm gonna conquer her completely and enjoy every second!"
He rolled his hips and began pounding into Kisara with full force.
This time he unleashed one of the legendary 99 Sex Positions: "Galloping Arrow Style."
In her impossibly tight virgin passage, his huge cock slammed in and out relentlessly—pulling back only to the very edge before driving forward again, never stopping until the tip battered her cervix. Speed insane. Power overwhelming.
Schlick-schlick-schlick—!
Lewd wet sounds immediately filled the yard.
Kisara was in hell. Her breasts were crushed in his groping hands from behind. A twisted pleasure-pain rose from deep inside her core. Finally, she broke—she started sobbing openly.
Her ruby nipples were pinched mercilessly between his fingers, trembling with every violation. The only proof of her tragedy was the gigantic rod pistoning endlessly through the dark thicket between her thighs.
Takumi ramped up the pace even more. The hard shaft scraped deliciously against her molten inner walls. The swollen glans hammered her womb over and over.
He laughed wildly, triumphantly, then released her breasts to seize her narrow waist instead. He thrust freely now—testicles slapping rhythmically against her elastic ass with loud 'pa pa pa' sounds.
Her virgin pussy gripped him like a velvet glove—perfectly tight, heavenly. Every withdrawal and re-entry made her inner walls ripple and contract on instinct, the cervix sucking greedily at the ridge of his crown.
What an exquisite hole—this girl was a supreme-grade treasure!
His thrusts grew deeper, fiercer. Being taken from behind on all fours like an animal made her whole body quake.
The pain twisted Kisara's moans into something broken:
"Aaahhh… Please… take it out… It hurts so much… Please… You'll kill me… I'm begging you… Stop… Aaah… Please don't… Aaah…!"
She writhed desperately, trying to dislodge him from her ravaged entrance.
But that very pain was exactly what Takumi craved—the exquisite thrill of ravishing a defiant beauty, forcing her submission. It only made him pound her harder, more eagerly.
Seeing her try to escape, he clamped down on her tiny waist and rammed even deeper.
His pelvis slapped rhythmically against her upturned, taut pink ass—'thump thump thump'.
Her passage was so narrow that every insertion sent electric jolts of pleasure through his shaft. The warm, tender walls hugged him perfectly—indescribable bliss.
Kneeling in the dirt, Kisara struggled to hold her slender body up, gritting her teeth and stubbornly presenting her noble rear.
With every brutal thrust, her delicate pink entrance inverted inward, then flipped outward again on the pull. Her labia were dragged in and out relentlessly. And on his glistening rod—clear streaks of virgin blood marked her lost innocence.
A string of agonized cries followed:
"Help!! No more… Please have mercy… Ohhh… Don't thrust anymore… It hurts too much… Please… Be gentle!!"
Her head rocked with every impact.
"Kisara, don't blame me for raping you. If you hadn't provoked me, I never would've done this."
Takumi taunted between thrusts, voice thick with lust.
"No… that's not…!"
She sobbed, shaking her head in misery. Every time the flared ridge of his glans scraped her sensitive walls, another pained groan escaped:
"Ahh…!"
Again and again he plunged to her deepest places. The pain made her instinctively try to close her thighs—but it only worsened the agony.
Takumi gripped her round hips and rocked her side to side, making his cock grind every inch inside her. The glans battered her cervix over and over.
"Aaah… Aaah…!"
Her whole body trembled as she moaned helplessly.
"Amazing! Your virgin pussy is strangling my cock so tight—it feels incredible!!"
Takumi roared in ecstasy, then reached around front—fingers finding her swollen clit, stroking her flat belly.
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