Chapter 60- Asperia’s Virginity

Vex stepped inside her room, holding Asperia in his arms. The door clicked shut behind him as he used his foot to push it closed.

Morning sunlight came in through the windows, falling across the floor and the side of the bed. The air was still, quiet—only their breathing filled it.

She didn’t say anything at first. Her body was warm against his chest, but trembling a little.

"Put me down," she whispered.

He looked into her eyes. They were a bit glassy, but sharp. Focused on him. He slowly bent down, letting her feet touch the floor. Her hand slid off his chest.

"Please... sit on the bed," she said, her voice low.

Vex hesitated. Something in her tone felt serious, broken. Like she had snapped somewhere deep. After a second, he nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. The fur sheets dipped under his weight.

She stood in front of him.

She didn’t wait.

Her hands went behind her back, grabbing the knot of her dress. Her fingers moved fast but not smooth—shaky, rushed. She was breathing harder now, her chest rising and falling. Her dress was dirty, wet with sweat and some blood, sticking to her skin.

She pulled the lace loose.

The cloth opened from the back, sliding off her shoulders, slowly peeling away from her breasts, down her stomach, catching for a second on her hips before falling straight to the ground with a soft sound.

She stood naked in the daylight.

Her skin was pale but flushed pink in places—her cheeks, her neck, the middle of her chest. Her breasts were full, round, jiggling slightly from the movement.

Her nipples were stiff, standing outward like they were hard and tight. Not soft like normal—these were pushed forward, swollen.

Her stomach moved as she breathed in and out. Her waist was slim, smooth, a drop of sweat sliding down her navel. Her thighs were thick and shining slightly.

Between her legs—

Her pussy was completely visible.

No hair, no cloth, nothing.

Her lips were pink, soft, and slightly open at the middle. A shine covered them. Clear wetness. Her inner thighs were damp too. A thin line of her juices had already slid down one thigh. Her pussy looked puffed, warm, and clearly wet. Her body had already decided everything.

She suddenly moved one hand across her chest, covering her breasts. The other hand came down to block between her legs.

But she still looked at him. She didn’t look away.

Her lips were slightly open. Her breath was uneven.

Vex swallowed.

"I’ve already seen you," he said, voice rough. "You don’t need to hide."

Her hands twitched.

And then she slowly lowered them.

Her arms dropped to her sides.

His eyes widened.

Her breasts bounced softly as they came free, nipples firm and clearly swollen. The tips were dark pink and pointed up. He had never seen them like this before.

Then his eyes moved lower.

Her pussy glistened. The lips were slightly parted. Wetness was leaking—actually leaking—from between them. A small string of it stretched from one thigh to the other. The folds looked soft, shiny, pulsing slightly.

She was horny. Really horny. Not pretending.

His cock jumped in his pants. Blood rushed down fast. He gripped the bed for control.

And then she started walking toward him.

Her breasts moved with each step, bouncing a little. Her thighs rubbed softly. Her eyes never left his.

She came close. Right in front of him.

Then—her hand pushed his chest.

He fell back onto the bed, surprised.

She climbed on top of him. Knees spread on either side of his hips. Her body was above his, completely bare.

Her breasts swayed above his face. He could feel the heat from between her legs even before she sat.

Then her hand moved between her thighs.

She brought two fingers to her pussy and spread the lips apart.

Her slit opened wider. The inside was slick, pink, raw.

She gasped, her body shivering slightly.

"I can’t control it anymore," she whispered, voice breathy.

He stared, frozen. Shocked. Turned on beyond belief.

Her other hand moved to his pants. She pulled at the belt, unbuttoned, and dragged it down. His cock popped out—thick, hard, standing tall.

She didn’t wait.

She reached down, held it, pointed it at herself, then lowered her body.

Her pussy lips pressed against the tip.

And then, slowly, she started to sit.

Her knees pressed into the mattress, thighs tense, toes digging in for balance. Asperia hovered above him—body flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.

Her golden hair clung to her cheeks and neck, damp from sweat and heat.

Vex lay beneath her, frozen. His hands rested at his sides, fingers curled into the sheets. He wasn’t breathing properly. Just staring—up, at her face, her trembling thighs, the slick sheen between her legs.

Then he felt it.

The soft, wet heat of her lower lips pressing against him. She guided herself with unsteady fingers, eyes darting between his and her own hands. She gasped as the tip of his shaft touched her, brushing against the wet cleft—flesh meeting flesh.

Vex’s body jerked from the contact, instinctive, but he didn’t move further. He waited.

"Ah—" Asperia’s breath caught. Her inner muscles twitched just from the pressure. Her body wasn’t ready. Her walls clenched as if trying to close, but she didn’t stop.

With a shallow exhale, she pushed down.

Her entrance resisted—tight, stubborn, her slickness unable to mask how unprepared her flesh was for him. She winced, biting her lip. Her thighs trembled.

The inner folds of her pussy spread slowly against his tip, struggling to part, straining as if her body didn’t know whether to accept or reject him.

"Ghh—hhn..." A strained sound left her throat, sharp and involuntary.

Vex instinctively reached up, hands rising to hold her hips. His palms found her waist, firm but gentle, anchoring her.

"Asperia..." he whispered, his voice rough, deep with concern.

She didn’t look at him—just lowered her gaze. Her fingers trembled as they touched his chest. She whispered, "I-It’s okay... I want... to feel this."

He swallowed hard. His cock throbbed against her, every inch of him aching to move, but he held still. Her expression was contorted, jaw tight, brows furrowed, breath shallow.

Then—she sank lower.

Her entrance stretched painfully around him, inch by inch. Her lips parted in a soft cry, body jolting from the intrusion.

"Ieeek—!" Her breath hitched. Veins stood out along her neck and thighs from the sheer tension of being filled so slowly.

Vex’s brow furrowed as he felt the resistance, the intense pressure, like her body was trying to crush him. It wasn’t just tight.

It was suffocating.

He groaned under his breath.

"Gods, you’re—so tight..." Her lips parted again in a silent gasp.

"Ahh..." A tear rolled from the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him for balance, for support—anything.

Then he felt it—wet warmth. Not just slickness.

A thin trail of red slowly glided down his throbbing veins, which were stretching her tiny hole to its limit. The vulva was stretched as if tearing the skin, yet the blood flowing down moved easily as it was mixed with her bodily fluids.

"Aaaanggh—!"