Selene's hand trembled as she finished the last of her drink, crystal clinking on the tray. The heat in her cheeks had nothing to do with the alcohol. Every inch of her skin felt feverish, her breaths coming in short, shallow bursts. Damon stood behind her, a dark presence—dangerous, magnetic, eyes glittering with something she couldn't name but which made her thighs press together in anticipation.
She tried to steady herself, forcing her lips into a prim line. She wasn't some common girl to be seduced by a man's touch, no matter how impossibly handsome. And yet, her body screamed at her, a dull, traitorous ache pooling low in her belly, hips shifting as if searching for contact.
Damon's hand slid around her waist. The strength in his grip was undeniable, fingers pressing into her side, pulling her backward into the hard wall of his chest. Selene gasped, back arching unconsciously, her pulse thundering so loudly she thought he must hear it. His other hand found her jaw, tilting her head back so her lips parted in surprise. He kissed her—slow at first, gentle, testing. The taste of him, of whiskey and smoke, made her dizzy.
She tried to resist. Tried to turn her head, to twist away, but her body was already betraying her. The moment his tongue swept along the seam of her lips, teasing her mouth open, a helpless moan escaped her—soft at first, barely more than a whimper, but as his tongue slid deeper, her resistance melted into something hotter, wetter, needier.
His kiss deepened, taking control. Her lips tingled, swollen, every brush of his tongue sparking little shocks of pleasure along her nerves. She felt her nipples stiffen, pressing against the fabric of her dress, aching for attention. She moaned again, louder this time, and Damon's hand slipped lower, fingers splaying over her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel the heavy bulge pressing against her ass through his slacks.
They broke apart for air, both panting. Selene's vision swam, her breath ragged, and her lips tingled with the memory of his mouth. "I… I feel strange," she whispered, voice shaking, but her hips kept pressing against him, searching for more.
Damon grinned, voice a velvet caress. "You're beautiful like this, Selene. I can smell your need."
She whimpered, face burning. Before she could protest, he scooped her up easily, cradling her against his chest. Her arms went around his neck, clinging to him, body shivering—not with fear, but with anticipation, with hunger. He carried her to the bed and laid her down with a gentleness that only made her ache worse.
Selene's heart hammered as he reached for the hem of her dress, fingers slow, deliberate. He never looked away, holding her gaze as he bared her inch by inch, fabric slipping over her thighs, hips, then her chest. Goosebumps broke out over her skin, nipples pebbling, her whole body flushed. When he slid her soaked panties down her legs, she whimpered, mortified by the sticky wetness coating the fabric, but she didn't stop him.
He dropped the dress and panties aside, then stood, undressing himself. She watched, unable to look away as he peeled off his shirt, revealing sculpted muscle, scars that made her wonder what kind of life he'd led before coming to the Wet Deck. When his slacks came off, his cock sprang free—long, thick, heavy, flushed dark with blood, the head glistening.
Selene stared, eyes wide, swallowing hard. Fear and awe twisted in her gut. He was too big, too much, but her legs spread anyway, knees falling open, as if her body had a mind of its own.
Damon crawled onto the bed, settling between her thighs. His hands slid up her legs, pushing them wider, thumbs caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs. She shuddered, hips twitching. He bent low, breath hot against her pussy, and she tried to close her legs, but he held her open, tongue flicking out to taste her slick folds.
Selene's hips jerked, a broken moan tearing from her lips. "D-Damon, wait, I—"
He ignored her protest, licking her slowly, teasing the swollen lips, circling her clit but never giving her the pressure she needed. Each touch made her arch, made her whine, the pleasure building so fast it was terrifying. He finally wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, tongue flicking mercilessly.
Selene screamed, legs kicking, hands clawing at the sheets. Her body seized, pleasure detonating through her like lightning. Her first orgasm hit her so hard she saw white, hips thrashing, thighs clamping around his head. Her moans were high, wild, shameless—raw sounds she'd never made in her life.
Damon didn't stop. He licked her through it, drawing out every shudder, every gasp, until she sagged against the bed, limp and boneless, sweat beading on her brow.
He kissed her inner thigh, murmuring, "Your body's honest, Selene. You're perfect. You're ready."
She blinked at him, dazed, every nerve raw and exposed. She barely noticed as he knelt up, cock in hand, eyes burning. When he pressed the thick head to her entrance, she whimpered, legs trembling, but her pussy clenched, slick and aching, desperate to be filled.
Damon leaned over her, bracing himself on his arms. "Look at me, Selene."
She obeyed, unable to look away as he pushed forward, stretching her inch by slow inch. Her body fought him, resisting the intrusion, but her slickness made it possible. When he met the thin barrier of her innocence, he paused, stroking her cheek.
"This will hurt," he whispered. "But only for a moment."
He pushed. Her hymen gave with a sudden, sharp pain—she cried out, tears springing to her eyes—but before she could pull away, he kissed her, swallowing her scream, hugging her tight to his chest.
He held still, letting her adjust, whispering soothing nonsense against her temple. "You're so good, Selene. You're perfect. Just breathe."
She nodded, breath hitching, body shuddering with aftershocks of pain and lingering pleasure. Gradually, the ache faded, replaced by a new, stretching fullness, and the pain became something else—something needy, hot, a strange pressure that made her want more.
When she finally relaxed, Damon began to move, slow at first, gentle, his cock sliding deeper with every thrust. The feeling was overwhelming—her pussy clenched around him, still sensitive, every drag of his length a new shock of sensation. She whimpered, biting her lip, but as he kept moving, pleasure began to bloom, crowding out the pain.
Her moans grew louder, breathy and desperate. "Ah… Damon, it's—ah—too much…"
He smiled, voice dark velvet. "Let go, Selene. This is all for you."
He fucked her harder, hips rolling, cock pounding into her, making her tits bounce, the slap of skin obscene in the quiet room. Selene's body rocked to meet his thrusts, instinct taking over, hips grinding up to meet him, chasing each new wave of pleasure. She tried to hold back, but it was useless—every thrust drove her closer to the edge.
Her moans echoed off the walls, filthy, guttural. "Oh, fuck—Damon—please—ah—!"
He didn't stop, didn't slow. The pleasure built until it was blinding, an ache so deep she thought she'd break apart. Damon reached between them, thumb rubbing her clit, and that was it—she shattered, cumming on his cock for the first time, body convulsing, pussy spasming around him. She screamed, clawing at his back, nails raking down his skin.
Damon groaned, hips snapping, and he fucked her through her orgasm, timing his own climax to hers. He buried himself to the hilt, cock throbbing, filling her with hot cum—so much she felt it flood her, mixing with blood, leaking out around his cock as he finally collapsed over her.
They lay tangled, sweaty and shaking, Selene limp, eyes glassy, lips parted as she panted for breath. Damon brushed the hair from her face, kissing her gently, soothing her as her body twitched with aftershocks.
But he wasn't done.
His cock, still hard, slid from her ruined pussy, cum and blood leaking onto the sheets. He turned her over, hands firm but careful, spreading her thighs and lifting her ass. Selene whimpered, half-protesting, but when he pressed the head of his cock to her swollen entrance again, her hips lifted, begging for more.
He slid in from behind, stretching her anew. The angle was different, deeper, rougher. Selene's mind blanked—her face pressed into the pillow, moans muffled but no less desperate. Damon gripped her hips, fucking her harder, driving her down onto his cock, her pussy still spasming from the last orgasm.
She screamed again, pleasure sharper this time, every nerve set on fire. Her moans were helpless, filthy, shameless. "Oh—oh fuck—Damon—please, I can't—I can't—!"
He only pounded her harder, balls slapping against her soaked pussy, fingers digging into her ass. She came again, even harder, body convulsing, pussy milking his cock. Damon groaned, hips stuttering, and he filled her again, hot cum spilling out, dripping down her thighs, leaving her gaping, messy, utterly claimed.
Selene collapsed, face buried in the sheets, breath coming in sobbing gasps. Damon lay over her, pressing kisses along her spine, hands gentle now, soothing her as she trembled and twitched.
The system's chime was a cruel counterpoint to her ragged breathing.
[System Alert:] "Noble Defloration!" +3,000 SuccuBucks
Passive Unlocked: "Aristocratic Magnetism"—Highborn women are now irresistibly drawn to your presence.
Skill Unlocked: "Command Performance"—You can now force a noble woman to obey humiliating or public commands in the Wet Deck (e.g., public use, auction, obedience play). Make her family proud… or ashamed.
Selene's eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion dragging her down. Damon held her as she slipped into sleep, body still twitching with aftershocks, the taste of her still on his lips, the evidence of her surrender smeared across his cock and thighs.
He lay back, cock still half-hard, staring at the ceiling, heart racing. He could feel the system humming, power crackling in his blood with every breath. Noble defloration—he'd broken more than her body tonight. He'd set something new in motion. The possibilities were endless.
Selene, ruined and spent, lay tangled in the sheets beside him, the mark of his cum glistening on her thighs. Damon glanced at her, a possessive hunger coiling in his gut.
This was only the beginning.
Already, he could sense the shift. Highborn women—noble daughters, princesses, heiresses—would be drawn to him now, their bodies craving what he'd done to Selene. His mind raced with ideas—public use, obedience, auctioning a noble girl on the Wet Deck stage. The taste of corruption was sweet, addictive. The more he took, the more the system rewarded him.
He reached over, brushing Selene's hair from her cheek, tracing the bruise on her throat where his mouth had marked her. She whimpered in her sleep, hips twitching, thighs clenching as if still seeking his cock. He grinned, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"You're mine now, Selene. And soon… they'll all be mine."
He let his hand drift lower, fingers stroking the mess leaking from her pussy, rubbing it into her swollen folds. Selene moaned in her sleep, hips pushing back, another weak, ruined sound escaping her lips.
Damon's cock twitched, hunger rising again. There would be more rounds, more lessons for his new prize. And next time, he wouldn't be so gentle.
The system's interface glimmered in his mind, new skills and rewards spinning out before him, each one more deliciously wicked than the last.
He smiled in the darkness, cock stirring back to life, and let himself imagine all the filthy, glorious things still to come.