Nyx's heart pounded as he positioned himself above Elysiana, their bare skin touching in every possible way.
The warmth of her body pressed against his, soft and inviting, made his breath catch.
He guided his hardness slowly toward her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her core.
With gentle care, he began to push inside, inch by inch, savoring the way her folds parted for him.
"Ahh~ Ehuu~" Elysiana's breath hitched, her body tensing beneath him.
She could feel him stretching her, a strange mix of fullness and pressure building deep within.
Her black blindfold stayed firmly in place, hiding her eyes, but her red hair with those delicate white strands fanned out on the pillow like a halo of fire.
The elegant glow of her actual halo above her head flickered softly in the dim light of the bedroom.
Her tattoos, intricate patterns swirling across her pale skin, seemed to dance with her quickening pulse.
"Nyx... sama," she whispered, her voice calm yet laced with a hint of awe, like a devoted admirer finally close to her idol.
Even in this intimate moment, her composure held, but underneath, her heart raced wildly.
He paused for a second, letting her adjust.
"You're doing so well, Elysiana," Nyx murmured, his black hair falling over his forehead as he leaned closer.
His dominating nature urged him forward, but he tempered it with care for her first time.
As he pressed deeper, he met a firm resistance.
It was her hymen, untouched and yielding only to him.
Nyx lifted his head to look at her face. Her lips were parted, her body rigid, and though the blindfold concealed her eyes, he could sense they were squeezed shut in anticipation.
"Elysiana," he said softly, brushing a strand of her red hair aside.
"Look at me... And feel me. I'm right here."
She nodded faintly, her elegant fingers clutching the sheets.
"I... I feel you, Nyx-sama♡. It's... So big♡."
He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with feather-light tenderness.
The kiss was slow, reassuring, his tongue gently tracing her lower lip.
"Relax for me," he whispered against her mouth.
"Breathe with me. In... and out. Let your body open up."
Elysiana tried to follow his words, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his.
But the tension lingered in her muscles, a subtle tightness that he could feel wrapped around him.
Nyx didn't rush. Instead, he trailed kisses down her jaw, to the curve of her neck, where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird.
Each press of his lips was deliberate, warm and soothing, coaxing her shoulders to soften, her arms to loosen.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and commanding yet gentle.
"Feel my kisses melting away the tightness? You're safe with me."
She let out a small sigh, her body starting to yield.
"Your touch... it's like a blessing, Nyx-sama. I want this... I want you so much."
Sensing her easing, Nyx pushed forward again, invading her slowly, breaking through the barrier with careful pressure.
The moment he did, Elysiana cried out, a sharp
"AGHNN~" escaping her lips.
Her nails dug into his back, scratching lines of fire across his skin as pain shot through her.
Nyx froze immediately, his eyes widening with concern.
"Elysiana!" He slowed to a complete halt, not daring to move.
Leaning down, he captured her mouth in another deep kiss, pouring distraction into it. His tongue danced with hers, soft and insistent, while one hand slid up to her breast, fingers finding her nipple and pinching it lightly.
The sensation pulled a different sound from her —a loud, breathy "Heug♡~" as pleasure mingled with the ache. Her body arched slightly, nails easing their grip on his back.
"Better?" he asked, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, his thumb circling her hardened peak.
"Y-yes... it hurts, but... your kisses make it bearable," she admitted, her voice trembling with that mix of pain and adoration.
"Please♡, don't stop now. I'm your biggest fan, Nyx-sama♡. I dreamed of this moment."
He smiled faintly at her words, the obsessive gleam in her tone warming him despite the intensity.
With her body loosening further under his touches, Nyx inched deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her. The warmth enveloped him completely, tight and pulsing.
Pulling back slightly to check on her, Nyx's gaze dropped lower.
There, between their joined bodies, he saw it —traces of her virgin blood, crimson and stark against her pale skin, dripping slowly from where they connected.
Worry creased his brow.
"Elysiana, The blood... Are you in too much pain? I should pull out. Let me—"
Before he could withdraw, her hands shot up, grabbing his wrists in a panicked grip.
Her blindfolded face turned toward him, elegant features flushed.
"No! Nyx-sama, please don't pull out!" Her voice cracked with urgency, a fangirl's desperation shining through her usual calm.
"I.... i can handle it. The pain is fading already. You can move now... I need you to. This is our moment. Don't leave me like this."
Nyx searched her expression, seeing the sincerity there.
Her tattoos seemed to shimmer faintly, as if echoing her words. He nodded, relief washing over him.
"Alright... if you're sure. Tell me if it hurts too much."
"I promise," she breathed, releasing his wrists to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Please now Move, Nyx-sama♡. Make me yours."
With that, Nyx began to move, pulling back slowly before sliding in again.
His length glided through her slickness, her pussy juices mingling with the blood, creating a warm, slippery embrace.
Each thrust was measured, deliberate, building a rhythm that was gentle yet insistent.
Elysiana's moans filled the air, soft at first, then growing with each pass.
"Ah... yes♡~ ahgn~ more~ Nyx-sama~" Her words came out in breathy pleas, her body rocking with his.
"You're so tight," Nyx groaned, his voice rough with pleasure.
"It feels incredible, Elysiana. Like you were made for me."
She shivered at his praise, her inner walls clenching around him.
"For you... only for you. I've watched you from afar, dreamed of feeling this. Deeper, please♡."
He obliged, his pace steady but unhurried, savoring every sensation.
The room echoed with the soft sounds of their bodies meeting, skin slapping lightly, breaths mingling.
Nyx buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent —floral and sacred, with a hint of something wilder.
As he thrust deeper, his lips brushed her skin, and instinct took over.
He bit down gently at first, then firmer, teeth piercing the soft flesh.
Warm blood welled up, and he drank, the metallic tang mixing with her essence, fueling his desire.
Elysiana moaned louder, a continuous stream of sounds spilling from her.
"Nyx-sama... oh, that bite... it's sending shivers through me♡~ Ahgn♡~ Yes, like that."
"Your blood... it's divine," he murmured against her skin, lapping at the wound before thrusting again.
The act bonded them further, his dominating side reveling in the claim.
They moved together like this for what felt like an eternity, bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with their shared heat.
Nyx's control wavered as pleasure coiled tighter in his core.
"Elysiana... I'm close. You feel too good."
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him nearer.
"Me too... Nyx-sama, I'm cumming!" Her voice rose in ecstasy, and suddenly, she shattered.
A powerful squirt erupted from her, soaking his length and the sheets beneath them.
She didn't stop —wave after wave, her body convulsing, fluids gushing as her climax stretched on.
"That's it, let it all out," Nyx encouraged, his thrusts faltering at the intensity.
"You're squirting so much... so beautiful."
"Ah♡~ It won't stop... Nyx-sama, it's because of you♡~ Heug♡~ More!" She clung to him, nails grazing his back again, but this time in bliss rather than pain.
Feeling her pulses milk him, Nyx couldn't hold back.
With a deep, brutal thrust, he buried himself fully inside her, eliciting her loudest moan yet —a raw, echoing cry that filled the room.
"Elysiana!"
Hot spurts of his thick white cum flooded her, filling her depths, marking her from within.
He held still, grinding against her as the last waves pulsed through him.
Slowly, he pulled out, watching as his seed mixed with her virgin blood and juices, dripping languidly from her swollen folds.
The sight was mesmerizing, intimate.
Nyx's eyes then caught something new —a beautiful tattoo glowing above her womb, in a soft reddish-pink hue, intricate wings and curves pulsing with life.
"Elysiana... what is this?" he asked, tracing it lightly with his finger, feeling a strange warmth.
She breathed heavily, her chest heaving, but a smile curved her lips.
"It... it marks me as yours, Nyx-sama. An Eternal...bond. I've given myself to you completely."
Before he could respond, a purple screen materialized in front of his vision, ethereal and glowing:
Bond established: Elysiana.
Core Ability Acquired: Absolute Sanctification/Profanity.
Nyx blinked, stunned.
"It's... really real. The bond, the power. I can feel it surging through me."
Elysiana's elegant laugh was soft, tired.
"Yes, my prince. We're connected now, in ways beyond the physical."
Gathering her strength, she gently pushed him back onto the bed.
Nyx complied, lying down as she moved on all fours, her legs quivering from the exertion.
She knelt between his legs, her halo casting a faint light over them.
"Elysiana, are you fine? You look shaky," Nyx said, concern lacing his voice as he reached for her.
"I am," she assured him, though her voice held a slight waver.
"It just feels a little uncomfortable down there... sore, but worth every moment. Rest now, Nyx-sama. Let me take care of you."
He nodded, watching as she lowered her head, her red hair cascading forward.
Her lips parted, and she took his softened length into her mouth sensually, tongue gliding over the sensitive skin.
She licked away the remnants —their mixed cum, her love juices, and the faint traces of her virgin blood —with devoted care, like a priestess performing a sacred rite.
"Mmm... tastes like us♡," she murmured between licks, her tone adoring, obsessed.
"Ahh♡~ Your essence... I could worship it forever~."
Nyx groaned softly, the gentle suction and warmth lulling him.
But the day's intensity, the bonding, left him utterly spent.
His eyelids grew heavy, the world fading as sleep claimed him, her soft ministrations the last thing he felt as his consciousness faded.