Arahan blinked up at her, suddenly unsure.
"Wait—" he started.
She silenced him with a single finger pressed to his lips.
"Shhh," she whispered. "Good boys stay quiet when their mistress is speaking."
And just like that, the balance of power flipped completely.
Arahan's heart pounded, from realization. He wasn't the hunter anymore. He was the prey.
And Naziya was about to show him exactly how good it could feel to be caught.
Naziya held the swollen head of his cock and rubbed it slowly along her slit, teasing circles, coating him in her wetness. She whimpered, hips twitching involuntarily. When she was slick enough, dripping down her thighs, she lined him up.
Then, in one hard, deliberate motion, she sat down on his cock.
Her virginity broke in a single stroke.
"Oh mother, I'm dead," she screamed so loudly that the neighbors, if they were near her house, must have heard it.
She cried out, sharp, high, a mix of pain and shock. Her nails dug into his chest, body tensing like a bowstring. He felt the tight ring give way, the warm rush of her virgin blood coating his shaft as she sank all the way down, taking him to the base.
While still impaled on him, she started complaining through tears, "Whoever said virginity breaking isn't so painful, they're all liars."
She stayed frozen on his lap, bearing the pain, gasping for air as she tried to control the tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
"Arahan… it hurts…"
He stayed perfectly still, letting her adjust, kissing the tears from her cheeks. "Shh… breathe. You're doing so good. You're taking me so well."
Since she had already given her virginity to him, all he could do now was comfort her.
Her walls fluttered around him, tight, hot, gripping like she never wanted to let go. The faint coppery scent of her virginity mixed with her arousal filled the room.
After a few long moments, the worst of the pain in her face began to soften. She shifted her hips experimentally, testing the fullness. A small, surprised moan escaped her.
Without any guidance from Arahan, she started moving, slowly at first, lifting up almost all the way off him before sliding back down, taking his cock inside again.
Each movement left a fresh smear of her virgin blood on his shaft, undeniable proof of what she had just given. Her whimpers gradually turned into breathy moans. She began increasing her speed, taking him deeper with every downward roll of her hips.
"Harder," she gasped after a while, riding him with growing confidence. "I want to feel it… I want to feel you tomorrow."
That was all the permission he needed.
Without hesitation, Arahan flipped their positions. In one smooth motion he rolled her beneath him, hooking her legs over his shoulders, opening her completely, and drove into her with long, powerful strokes.
The new depth made her eyes roll back; her nails raked red lines down his arms.
"Too much… too deep… don't stop," she babbled, incoherent with pleasure.
He fucked her through the aftershocks of her rising tension, chasing his own release. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her collarbone. The headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall.
"Naziya… fuck… I'm close—"
"Inside," she panted, locking her ankles behind his neck. "Come inside me… please…"
That was it.
He slammed in one final time and erupted—hot, pulsing jets filling her newly-opened depths as his whole body tensed and shuddered. She clenched around him like she was trying to keep every drop.
They collapsed together, gasping, trembling.
Arahan stayed inside her, softening slowly, kissing her tear-streaked face.
"You okay?" he asked quietly, voice softer now.
Naziya nodded, still trembling. "Yeah… I'm okay. It hurt… but I wanted it. I wanted you."
He smiled, small, almost tender. "You're mine now, Naziya. No going back."
She looked up at him, eyes shining with possession and the beginning of affection.
"I know," she whispered. "And you are also mine."
In that moment, with her blood and his release still warm between them, Arahan felt the hunger quiet, just for a little while.
But he knew it would come back. It always did.
The proof came just half an hour later. Naziya started screaming again.
"Ah Arahan, ah… fuck me, fuck me hard, tear my pussy apart, make me your whore!" she moaned wildly, completely lost in the heat of it.
"What else would I do? You're my whore anyway. My personal whore," Arahan replied, enjoying every second as he kept pounding into her. He slapped her ass sharply and demanded, "Now tell me, you're my whore, right? You'll do as I say?"
"Yes… I'm your whore… only your whore… ah! I will—ah!—do just as you want… Aaaahhhh!" Naziya was just as wild, matching every thrust with desperate cries, hips bucking up to meet him.
After a few more powerful strokes, he came inside her pussy again, deep, hot, filling her completely.
He fucked her the whole night.
Even in the morning, right before leaving for school, he took her one more time, bent over the edge of the bed, her face buried in the pillow to muffle her screams, his hand fisted in her hair, hips slamming forward until he emptied another load into her already overflowing cunt.
When he finally pulled out, Naziya collapsed onto the mattress, legs shaking, breath ragged, pussy red and swollen, leaking thick streams of his cum down her thighs.
Arahan dressed slowly, watching her with dark satisfaction.
"Rest," he said quietly. "I'll see you at school."
She managed a weak, dazed smile.
"See you… my beast."
He left the house quietly, the morning sun just beginning to rise.
Naziya stayed in bed for a long time after he was gone, sore, marked, satisfied, and already aching for the next time.
The game had only just begun.
For a few days continuously, Arahan spent his time with Naziya.
And when he got on the bus later, he pulled her straight onto his lap again and pressed his cock right against her ass hole.
They didn't even have to do much, the bumpy road did the rest. With every jolt of the bus, his cock slid in and out of her ass on its own.
And that's how he kept fucking Naziya to his heart's content.
And from Naziya, he also finds out the truth: it wasn't her who spread the rumors about me and Shaista.
It was Vinay who had done it.
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When Arahan found out that Vinay was the one responsible for everything, his anger shot through the roof.
But Arahan is still just a human being. He's not some criminal who would go and murder someone.
So when he went to school or returned home, he only thought hard about how to take revenge on Vinay.
Maybe get him kicked out of the school. But that wasn't possible, Vinay wasn't a bad teacher at all.
"Aaahhh!" he yelled in frustration.
"What happened? Why are you shouting?" Naziya asked.
At that moment she was sitting right in front of him on the bed, legs folded neatly under her, leaning forward just enough that the deep neckline of her red-brown floral print choli stretched tight across her full, heavy breasts, the knotted fabric pulling the blouse even lower and exposing generous cleavage that rose and fell with each breath.
Her matching printed skirt was loosely tied at the waist, fabric draped softly over her thighs. Long, wavy brown hair fell open around her shoulders, framing her warm, glowing skin.
Gold jhumka earrings swayed gently every time she moved her head. She looked both seductive and a little irritated, eyes locked on him, lips slightly parted in that mix of annoyance and invitation.
"I'm going crazy. I don't know what to do with that motherfucker Vinay," Arahan said, full of frustration.
"Hey, forget it. Why waste your time on useless things? You are in twelfth class, focus on your career."
"And if you want to waste time on something, waste it on this," Naziya said, gesturing toward herself with a playful smirk.
"I know, I shouldn't waste time. But that sisterfucker has made me so angry," Arahan replied.
Hearing Arahan's curse, Naziya went quiet for a second. Then, as if something clicked in her mind, she slapped her own forehead.
"Why didn't I think of this earlier?"
"What didn't you think of?" Arahan asked.
"Exactly this, his sister Priya also teaches in Class 3."
Naziya looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Why don't you just fuck her? You're an expert at this anyway, it probably takes you two minutes to get a girl."
Hearing Naziya's words, Arahan started thinking.
He asked, "Will I get her number? Or is there another way to contact her?"
Naziya smiled even wider.
"What's so funny? Why are you grinning?" he asked.
"This is actually a perfect opportunity for you." Priya is organizing rehearsals for the twelfth class farewell party with the kids. You can use that, pull some tricks."