(Note: Old artwork unrelated to the story.)
In the bustling halls of Paradis College, Ymir found herself lost amidst the sea of students, each one of them stopping to admire her as she passed. She was used to this kind of behavior. Her striking beauty often left onlookers spellbound. Her tall, slender frame was accentuated by her short, shaggy black hair, pedantically parted down the middle. Her piercing gray eyes held an air of intimidation. Freckles delicately adorned her cheeks, adding a touch of innocence to her exotic visage. Her uniform, a dark, form-fitting thing with a v-neck that emphasized her graceful neckline, only hinted at the captivating curves beneath.
“Ymir!” A sweet, almost child-like voice called out.
Ymir’s heart raced as she caught a glimpse of Historia Reiss, the innocent young girl who had captured her heart, waving at her from up ahead. With her radiant smile and graceful demeanor, Historia seemed like an unattainable dream to Ymir.
It was true.
Ymir’s financial woes cast a heavy shadow over her college experience. Whereas Historia was the heir to a prestigious and wealthy family, Ymir had to work hard to pay for her studies. Their friendship often times felt like a fever dream. It shouldn’t make sense for someone like Historia to bother with someone like Ymir, but she did.
And Ymir loved her for it.
“If only you knew…” She whispered to herself as she navigated through the crowded hallways, towards the object of her affection. Historia’s face twisted into a warm beam as soon as she arrived.
“Good morning, Ymir! Are you excited about the upcoming festival?” It was an annual event held in town.
“Of course”, Ymir replied, returning the smile. It was also a place where couples gathered. “We’re still going, right?”
“We are. My father said I could go…as long as I stay away from any boys.”
Ymir quickly grabbed Historia underneath her arm before squeezing her into her chest. “Your old man has nothing to fear. I’ll keep those undeserving guys away. You’re my wife, after all!”
Even as the words jumped from her mouth, Ymir felt her heart ache. Her confidence was false, her words hollow. As much as she wanted every word to be true, she knew they couldn’t be.
Historia let out a short giggle and unstuck herself from Ymir’s grip. “Oh, Ymir, don’t say that. People will jump to conclusions.”
(Would that really be so bad?) Ymir pondered.
Ymir’s heart fluttered at the thought of spending time with Historia, even if it was simply as ‘friends’.
It hadn’t been the first time that she referred to Historia as her wife, a sentiment that the latter always laughed it off. Make no mistake, while Ymir would like nothing more than to make Historia her bride, she couldn’t blame the girl for treating it as a simple joke, what with the way Ymir phrased and treated the matter verbally between them.
Even if she voiced the matter as seriously as she daydreamed about it, Ymir knew that a proper relationship would never work. The Haves did not mix with the Have-Nots.
Historia’s family would never approve.
They’d never allow a relationship between them to progress any further than simple friendship.
All of a sudden, Historia’s face changed again, adopting a concerned expression. Her brows furrowed. With genuine care in her voice, Historia broached the subject delicately. “Ymir, is everything alright?”
Ymir’s eyes darted briefly, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. She mustered a nonchalant smile, though her eyes betrayed a hint of vulnerability. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
Historia’s concern deepened however, “Ymir, you know you can confide in me, right? We’re friends, and I want to support you. If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.”
“Thank you, Historia. I appreciate the concern. But really, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Nothing I can’t handle.” She made sure her responses were intentionally vague, a veiled attempt to shield her true circumstances. She would not bring herself to ask her best friend for money. Not only would she feel like a burden, but it would definitely eliminate even the tiniest chance of them ever being together if Historia’s family ever learned the truth.
But Historia’s worry didn’t fade, so Ymir forced her gaze to soften, showing off how much she cherished her friend’s genuine offer of assistance. In response, the wealthy young woman’s eyes held a mix of compassion and determination as she reached out, gently taking Ymir’s hand in her own. “Ymir, I’m here for you. In good times and bad. Just let me know and I’ll be there for you. We can face these challenges together.”
Ymir was left speechless. She could only nod.
She was much too focused on the fact that Historia was touching her hand. She briefly scanned around before smiling, feeling a blush materialize on her face.
“Who’s causing assumptions to be made now?”
Historia looked down and immediately pulled back, her face turning a pinkish shade of red as well. She quickly darted her eyes.
“Come on, we’re gonna be late for class.”
As the evening sun bathed her room in a warm glow, Ymir sat before her laptop, contemplating a daring decision. The financial burdens that weighed heavily upon her shoulders had left her with limited options.
“I can’t believe I’m considering this.”
With a mix of trepidation and determination, she typed ‘OnlyFans’ into the search engine. She’d been weighing the pros and cons all day, for several days ? no weeks ? maybe longer.
Her hesitation kept coming back to Historia and how she might react if she discovered Ymir’s decision. The thought of best friend’s disappointment or disapproval tugged at Ymir’s heart. She cherished their friendship and held Historia’s opinion in high regard. The idea of letting her down, of potentially damaging their bond, kept Ymir’s fingers far away from the keyboard. She couldn’t bear the thought of Historia seeing her as someone who would sell her body for money, tarnishing the image of the strong, independent woman she had come to admire.
Ymir’s thoughts also drifted to Historia’s regal lineage, the expectations placed upon her as a member of the royal family. The knowledge that her actions could reflect poorly on Historia, potentially causing scandal or disgrace, added an additional layer of concern.
Would Historia be able to understand the desperation that drove Ymir to consider such a path? Or would she see it as a betrayal of their friendship and the principles Ymir held dear?
But…
She also yearned to treat her dear friend to the things they both deserved, to appreciate Historia in the way that she is used to. The thought of being able to spoil Historia with gifts, trips, and experiences they had only dreamed of was undeniably appealing.
However, in order to do that, she needed to expose her body, her most intimate self, to strangers for financial gain. The idea made her stomach churn with discomfort. Ymir cherished her privacy and valued her body as something sacred, not to be commodified or exploited for the desires of others. The thought of selling her looks, her essence, to anonymous individuals felt like a betrayal of her own principles.
With hesitant fingers, Ymir created her profile, carefully selecting a name that embodied both allure and mystery. Her heart sunk as she uploaded a provocative photo of herself making a lewd expression, revealing just enough to entice her potential subscribers. The notifications began to pour in, seemingly from nowhere, and Ymir, much to her surprise, felt a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.
The sun’s gentle rays filtered through the windows, illuminating Ymir’s living room. She sat on her plush couch, her laptop perched on her lap. The room seemed to buzz with a bewitching energy.
She looked around the apartment. Her room had undergone a slight metamorphosis in the last month. She’d spent most of her initial earnings on herself, improving things like sex toys and make-up. She was even clad in delicate lingerie right this moment, that accentuated her curves.
Turning back to the laptop screen, Ymir’s OnlyFans page stared back at her. The once meager subscriber count had transformed into a digital empire. The comments section was decked with doting messages. Ymir sipped her drink before her delicate fingers scrolled through the messages.
“Alright, time to upload today’s pictures.”
But before she could, a notification chimed, breaking her trans. Ymir’s eyes widened as she read the substantial payment notification. A figure like that dissipated her financial worries like morning mist.
The payment notification was accompanied by a message: [Ymir, you’re so captivating. Your photos drive me wild. I want to spoil you more than anyone else.]
Curiously, Ymir felt a strange longing stirring within her.
Whoever this person was, he was probably on the older side.
She thanked him and moved on, only to be interrupted by another immediate message from them.
[Ymir, please! I need to see more. Show me what you look like…down there.]
(Creepy…) She thought.
But he did donate a lot of money. One picture couldn’t hurt. Ymir pulled apart her panties and snapped an image of her pussy. It was shaved and a little puffy from masturbating to Historia the night before.
[I love it! You’re wonderful. Absolutely stunning.]
Another payment notification came in again. This time the amount donated was much larger.
[I want to see more.]
Despite her reservations, Ymir found herself enticed by the allure of easy money and the excitement that came with it. She asked the stranger what kind of “more” he wanted to see.
[Something with a uniform. Or panties. Can you upload a picture of your panties?]
Ymir took another picture, this time after removing her nighty. She wasn’t sure whether her current panties qualified as being ‘sexy’, so she quickly changed them.
“Here you go.” She uploaded the picture. Almost immediately, several emojis of hearts and lovey-dovey faces showered her screen. “Guess you like it.”
[How about something with a maid uniform?]
“You’re lucky I even have something like that.”
She took the next snapshot a few minutes later. The stranger, again, treated the photograph as a sacred treasure.
This trend was only the beginning.
Eventually days turned into weeks, and Ymir found herself immersed in a world of explicit conversations and requests flooding her inbox, most of them from this singular stranger, who she responded to with a calculated blend of teasing and beginner’s level seduction. It was a dance she barely knew the steps to; a game she had quickly learned the rules to. But it was worth it. She could use his money to make Historia happy.
It was true.
Of all her subscribers, this gentleman, nicknamed ‘Royal Rod’ stood out. He was different, the only one offering substantial sums of money in exchange for raunchier content and more sexualized conversations. He wanted pictures of her armpits and her panties, preferably soaked through. He wanted her to write ‘slut’ on her inner thigh in big letters. Sometimes he, asked her to pee into a bowl for him.
Despite the more demeaning requests, Ymir continued to engage with him. It was good money.
Easy money.
Their exchanges were intense. Some of them ignited a fire within Ymir. The Rod’s words were skilled while his fantasies vividly painted. Some of the things he shared with her, such as longing to have sex with her in a public toilet, made her imagine those same scenarios…except with Historia.
However, despite her preference for girls, Ymir found herself drawn to Royal Rod’s allure.
Then it happened.
One day, Rod proposed something completely outrageous: a face-to-face meeting at a high-class restaurant.
Ymir hesitated.
(This is going too far.)
(No? What harm could come from an innocent encounter?)
(What harm? Any number of things.)
But, she wanted to use the money.
“This is wrong… I shouldn’t be swayed by this. So why does it feel so exciting?”
Yet the more Ymir delved into this inappropriate conversation, the more she discovered a hidden side of herself. It was a part she had suppressed, but now it roared to life. Guilt mingled with desire as she struggled to reconcile her newfound arousal with her own identity.
“I don’t know Rod. I’m already exposing so much. I’ve never even met you.”
[I am your biggest admirer. I would never do anything to hurt you.]
Ymir remained reluctant.
[What if I gave you the location first and let you pick the time? You can make sure there are lots of people around. That way, you don’t have to worry about me trying anything untoward.]
That wasn’t a terrible compromise. It also helped that Rod increased the price he’d be willing to pay to meet her in person.
“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”
[Please! I have to see you. I can’t get you out of my mind. I just want to spoil you.]
(But it’s just one meeting, right? It won’t change anything.)
“Alright. I’ll do it.” The screen lit up with a flurry of lovey-dovey emojis.
Ymir, merely swallowed hard.
She assured herself that nothing of importance would come from this encounter. Royal Rod even said as much. He only wanted to spoil her.
At worst she’d have to spend a couple of hours having an awkward conversation with an older man.
It would be several days before Ymir responded with a time and date. This was a delicate matter and she wanted to make sure she did her homework.
‘Homework’ is a word that here means visiting the restaurant in question and making sure she wouldn’t be putting herself in any danger.
Thankfully, Maria & Roses was indeed the kind of establishment Rod said it was. It was also obvious that this was the kind of eatery that members of the upper-class frequently visited.
It was a little after seven when Ymir arrived. She searched for a man dressed in a ‘sharp red jacket, with a black tie’. That had been the description Rod provided her earlier today.
Then, their eyes met. It was a gaze that sent shivers down Ymir’s spine. She trembled at the identity of her mysterious benefactor.
“Rod Reiss…?” She whispered disbelievingly under her breath. Rod Reiss…also known as Historia’s father? “What is he doing here?”
And why was he dressed in a sharp red jacket and wearing a black tie?
It couldn’t be.
Rod Reiss, a man of power and influence, the patriarch of the Reiss Family, was the obsessive subscriber who invited her, Ymir, best friend to his own daughter, to have a meal. Ymir’s mind reverberated with events from the last couple of weeks, honing in on all the stomach churning, inappropriate acts and talks she had shared with this man.
Rod, still seated calmly at the secluded table, grinned. He waved at her, drawing his commanding presence over Ymir as she approached. She did so cautiously, bracing herself.
Rod’s smile grew fainter. “Ymir, please, have a seat. There is much we need to discuss.” Ymir’s heart pounded in her chest as she took her place opposite him. Fear mingled with confusion, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Rod radiated an aura of control, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos swirling within her. “I have been following your journey, Ymir, and I must say, I’m impressed by your talents. You possess a unique beauty, one that could be of great use to both of us.”
Ymir struggled to find her voice amidst the maelstrom of emotions threatening to consume her.
“What… What do you mean, Mr. Reiss?”
Rod leaned in closer, his voice a whisper in her ear. “I propose an arrangement, Ymir. Financial assistance in exchange for your… services. A mutually beneficial agreement, if you will.”
Ymir’s eyes widened in shock. Her heart sinking as she grasped the implications of Rod’s proposition. His grin told her everything she needed to know.
“I… I can’t… I won’t. How could you do this to Historia? Your own daughter?”
Rod leaned back again. “Careful Ymir.” There was a hint of menace in his voice. “Imagine the consequences if your little secret were to be exposed. The repercussions it would have on Historia.” Ymir’s breath caught in her throat. The weight of Rod’s veiled threat pressed down upon her.
Before long tears welled up in her eyes. It was clear to her. Rod was not the kind of man that cared what effect this secret would have on his family. But at the same time, they both knew she had the weaker hand in the game.
Ymir bit her lip, before dropping her head. “What do you want me to do?”
“Lift your head. Let me see that pretty face.”
Nothing.
“I said ‘look at me’!”
Ymir obeyed. Her tear-filled eyes met Rod’s gaze, searching for a glimmer of humanity, but all she found was cold calculation.
“Ymir, I assure you, our arrangement will remain our secret. Historia will never know. I have no intention of telling her that her best friend has been whoring herself to strange men. And I’m sure you’d prefer to keep it to yourself that you’ve been seducing her father all this time.” Ymir’s voice choked with emotion. She wanted to speak up, but restrained herself instead. “Think of this as an opportunity for you to secure a brighter future.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ymir, I understand your concerns. To ease your worries, I offer you an education of your choosing. I will cover all your expenses until you finish college. Consider it an investment in your future.”
Ymir’s apprehension deepened. This bit of news only tore into her heart more.
“I… I’ll accept your offer”, she managed to reply albeit softly. Her acceptance was not a requirement. She was trapped regardless. “But I want you to promise that Historia will never find out about this.”
Rod’s eyes gleamed.
“You have my word. Now then…” He rose out of his chair. His smiled deepened at the sight of her beneath her, something she was sure was intentional. “Let us go to the private suite I’ve arranged. I’d like a closer look into what I’m investing in.” Rod licked his lips…hungrily. “A real close look.”
Ymir’s nerves jangled at Rod’s words. Still, she obeyed and followed him. Her steps were heavy with resignation. Each footfall echoed her growing realization of the horror that awaited her.
By the time they arrived outside, Ymir’s mind was awash with a thousand doubts. The two of them stepped out of the bustling and towards a black limousine parked off the side.
As they settled into the extravagant interior, Rod’s eyes gleamed with dominance. His hands, driven by a different kind of hunger, wasted no time, traversing Ymir’s body.
“No wait!”
But Rod quieted her with a more possessive touch, this time to her breasts. It was a cold, deep fondle. Ymir’s breath caught in her throat, but she allowed Rod to grope her breast. He was animalistic in his treatment of her body.
“You have such a wonderful body. So exotic. Your breasts remind me of my wife’s when she was your age.”
He switched to the other breast.
“You should see them now. Practically sweeping the floor, wretched old utters.”
“Stop it…” Ymir ordered through a whisper.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to get my hands on a nice, young, perky pair. You are making all my dreams come true tonight.”
Ymir felt like throwing up. It took every bit of willpower not to pull away. But if she did she knew it would be over.
As the limousine glided through the city streets, Ymir’s nervousness escalated. She stole brief glances at Rod, hoping to find solace or reassurance, but his gaze remained fixed on her flesh. His expression danced a thin line between entitlement and lasciviousness.
Since pulling away from the restaurant, Rod chose to ignore her unease. The limousine continued on its path, the outside world a blur of lights and shadows that mirrored Ymir’s internal turmoil.
“Relax, my dear,” Rod’s voice purred with arrogance while his fingers traced a path underneath her form. It settled on her ass, which was the next piece of meat to be appreciated by Rod’s big meaty hands. “You’re mine tonight, and I intend to savor every moment of it.” Ymir’s eyes darted away from him. She could feel Rod’s smirk widen. “Oh, my sweet innocent Ymir, don’t worry. I’ll show you pleasures you’ve never imagined. You’ll thank me for the privilege. Who knows? Perhaps you use what you learn tonight on Historia someday..”
Ymir’s heart sank. The very thought made her sick to her stomach.
“Don’t talk about her like that!”
Rod’s ensuing laughter echoed within the confines of the limousine. “Oh, Ymir, you’re a naive little thing, aren’t you? Don’t pretend you haven’t had obscene thoughts about my daughter. That a part of you isn’t imagining this very setup playing out with her instead.”
“I would never force her like this!” Ymir hissed back. Her anger climbed. “I’m a person, not a commodity to be bought and sold.”
Rod’s face hardened. “You think you have a choice? You’re in no position to make demands. Remember your place. You are a hole for me to stick whatever I desire into. You paved the way for this. Don’t you forget.”
Ymir’s resolve solidified, a flicker of strength igniting within her. She straightened her posture and met Rod’s gaze with newfound determination. “You won’t get away with this.”
“My child, ask me again in one hour. We’ll see then.”.
Just then, the limousine came to a halt. Ymir gathered her strength and stepped out. She waited for Rod to climb out but he remained stationary, saddled with a smug expression she immediately loathed. She made her way to the other side before opening the door for him. She waited for him to pass, but not before grabbing another chunk of her ass meat in his grubby hands.
She followed him inside the Sina hotel. Ymir’s footsteps echoed through the lavish lobby. At the same time the air was thick. Rod met with the receptionist. He collected a key and passed several money notes to the young man.
No doubt to buy their silence.
The suite was located not on the top floor, but still very high up. The room was as expensive looking as Ymir imagined it to be. Normally she would be in awe of the sight and spend an unusual amount of time drinking in the richness of the decor.
But not tonight.
Tonight she was here as?
“Before we begin, Ymir,” Rod’s voice resounded calmly. She watched him remove his jacket and discard his tie to the ground. “I think it would be best if you freshened up with a shower. I want you to be pristine for our time together.”
Ymir’s heart sank. Her cheeks flushed with discomfort. She nodded hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Alright, Rod. I’ll… I’ll take a shower.”
Rod’s smirk widened further. “Good. Take your time, my dear.”
Ymir took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she made her way. Every step felt heavy. She entered the bathroom, and bathed in its ethereal glow.
She slowly undressed. Each article of clothing falling to the floor felt like a weight lifted. Instead she wrapped a towel around herself before approaching the shower.
She stepped into the warm cascade and closed her eyes. Her breath hitched when Rod’s voice cut through the room. “Ymir,” he declared, “I hope you’re ready to embark on a wonderful journey tonight.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to face Rod, her towel clinging to her dampened body. She nodded meekly. “Yes, I’m ready.” Rod’s eyes roamed over her lustful body. His gaze lingered on every curve and contour.
Yet, a part of her yearned for his approval.
Rod shed his own clothing before stepping closer. He had the body of a somewhat overweight older man. The sight of him made Ymir want to throw up. “Ymir…begin by washing your body. And make sure to explore every inch for me.”
Ymir obeyed.
She dropped the towel before reaching for the shower gel while her free hand trembled slightly. She quickly began to lather her skin as the water cascaded down her body. Rod watched her closely, before reaching out and touching her body. His hands joined hers, guiding her movements, exploring her flesh with his older, worn hands.
(Historia’s father is doing something like this to me.) She thought.
Rod’s fingers grew bolder, manhandling her breasts, before reaching down and cupping her butt.
“Ah!” She squeaked.
Ymir’s breath hitched as Rod pressed his body against hers. His wandering hands sent a jolt of pleasure through her veins. His touch was both gentle and possessive. He seemed to hold a particular admiration for her ass, groping it more and more until he completely abandoned her breasts.
Ymir couldn’t be sure how much time had passed before Rod finally let go of her, declaring “that’s enough.”
She followed him back inside, towards the bedroom, when suddenly, Rod spun around to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.
Ymir’s eyes widened in shock.
Her first kiss…stolen by someone who wasn’t Historia.
Worse, stolen by Historia’s father.
At first, a sense of revulsion washed over her, but as Rod forced his tongue inside her mouth, commanding her to reciprocate, a wave of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through Ymir’s veins. She found herself instinctively responding to Rod’s kiss. She allowed him to wrap his arms around her, draw her closer. Her hands wandered again, caressing her ass once more.
Rod finally released Ymir from their passionate embrace, and admired her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body had an undeniable arousal which left her yearning for more, even as her disgust for the situation climbed.
“Ymir,” he said with a hint of superiority in his voice. “Use your mouth and service me down there.”
Ymir remained frozen in place, unable to look at anything except Rod’s large bulge. Reluctantly, she stepped closer, her hands reaching for his belt buckle. She undid it, followed by the zipper of his pants. As Rod’s pants and boxers pooled around his feet, Ymir’s breath tethered as her eyes fell upon the sight before her. Rod’s desire stood proud and prominent. It wasn’t particularly large, but to her, who was about to touch her best friend’s father’s sex organ, it looked massive.
Kneeling down, she let her knees separate. Her gaze fixed upon him as she opened her lips to receive Rod’s monstrous penis. She swallowed his cock in her mouth, her lips encircling him without the use of her hands.
Ymir could barely get the head in there before Rod pressed harder, forcing another two inches inside. The tip pressed against her throat, causing Ymir to gag. Anticipating this, Rod quickly pulled out, allowing Ymir to cough her way back to normality.
Slowly, she lowered her head again and turned slightly to the side, taking him deeper. This time her lips caressed him as she raised her head and straightened it out, taking him to the base.
“Take a little more,” Rod encouraged. “Use your tongue. Explore every inch.” Feeling the need to grip her, to control her, Rod’s hands moved up the back of her legs, sliding upward until they reached his ass. With a firm grasp on her cheeks, he pulled her body closer to him while her mouth worked diligently, sucking and teasing, coaxing his growing hardness.
Rod member grew even harder, so he ordered her to “Go faster.”
Ymir quickened the pace.
He reached down and squeezed one of her breasts. Ymir’s attention remained focused on his throbbing cock.
Rod uttered a few incomprehensible words under his breath. His hands, still hungry for her touch, fondled her breasts again. Ymir caught herself by turning to the side, evoking his release, and placed both hands on his legs.
“That’s it! I’m gonna…!”
Before Ymir could do anything, Rod reached his peak, releasing himself into Ymir’s mouth. The first spurt of cum filled her mouth. The warmth and saltiness engulfed her senses. Pleasure rippled through her body, causing her to gasp and sigh while her body squirmed to get away from the jets of cum being shot into her mouth.
Finished, Rod pulled away, leaving Ymir to catch her breath.
She didn’t notice him shift his focus. Rod dropped his gaze, drinking in the small landing strip that adorned the young, exotic’s labia. Ymir’s breasts, though not flawlessly executed, held a captivating charm, with areolas the size of fifty-cent pieces and nipples that stood erect like perky pencil erasers.
Rod guided her to lie back on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, appreciating the sight of her already glistening folds.
“Are we done yet?!” She hissed in frustration.”
“My dear, not even close.”
Diving in, Rod pressed his tongue firmly against Ymir’s moist lips, evoking a pleasurable moan that rippled throughout the room. He alternated between gentle licks and nibbles on her inner thighs, building a rhythmic dance that left her body yearning. His hand slipped beneath her, lifting her slightly for better access. With deliberate strokes, he flicked the tip of his tongue over Ymir’s swollen clit, coaxing it to fully emerge. Her delicate pussy lips quivered as he lavished attention upon them. Rod added his thumb to the mix, lightly pressing against her backdoor.
“Aaaaaah!” It was a deep, guttural cry.
Rod’s hands reached up to explore Ymir’s sensitive nipples and breasts too. As he fondled her, electrifying currents of desire surged through her body. Rod’s mouth continued to pleasure her throbbing pussy. The squeaks, groans and grunts seemed to come naturally now. The intoxicating taste of Ymir’s arousal fueled her own desire, igniting a primal urge within her.
Meanwhile Rod’s lips and tongue worked in harmony to pleasure her clit while he shoved his thumb deeper into her forbidden territory. Her moans grew louder as her body writhed beneath his skilled touch. The symphony of her pleasure echoed in his ears and fueled his own rising desire.
Rod couldn’t resist stroking his own cock. The anticipation of plunging into her wetness grew with each passing moment.
Ymir leaned up so that her cheeks flushed. Her skin glowed in the moonlight streaming through the window. The freckles scattered across her body stood out against her tanned complexion. Her flat belly and shaven pussy, with just a hint of hair above her plump labia shuddered softly as an orgasm washed over, causing goosebumps to rise along Ymir’s skin. Her nipples tightened and extended further. She screamed out in pleasure as her body became swept up in sexual madness.
Ymir eventually recovered, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, panting and catching her breaths. The rest of the room was cloaked in a tranquil ambiance, filled with the lingering scent of their passionate encounter. The air crackled with the aftermath of pleasure.
“There, don’t say I never made you feel good”, Rod said, standing back. He stood tall over Ymir as she lay on the bed, her body still glistening with the remnants of her orgasm. Her own body reeked of old man cum. The pools of semen on her face and inside her mouth served as a warm reminder of what had just transpired.
After a brief moment of enjoying the afterglow, Ymir took a glance at Rod’s dick…it was still erect.
“Now it’s time for the main event,” Rod whispered. Ymir, caught up in the intoxicating fervor of the moment, didn’t even hear any of it.
The girl-soon-turned-woman nodded in agreement. Rod went closer and slowly shoved himself inside her. Ymir, feeling the cock entering her pussy, arched her back as Rod’s throbbing length filled her out completely. The sensations that rippled through Ymir’s body were hallucinogenic, a testament to the older man’s stamina and prowess.
Their bodies moved in a passionate rhythm, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. As they moved together, Ymir’s flushed face and expressions of pleasure captivated Rod. He couldn’t help but admire the way her features contorted with ecstasy beneath him, a sight that fueled his desire even more.
She let out a deep sigh as he entered her warm and tight hole, a surge of pleasure coursed through her veins. His hands gripped her legs possessively, lifting them over his shoulders. Ymir could feel the throbbing intensity building within her.
He slid out of her moist center and pressed against her anus, his large head slowly finding its way inside. A gasp escaped her lips.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice laced with dominance.
“No!” she managed to utter, her voice angry.
“What?” he demanded, He gripped her breast tightly.
“I mean ‘yes’!” she corrected. The power he held over her was undeniable. Moans escaped her lips as he grunted with each thrust. Ymir’s eyes clenched shut as waves of pleasure crashed over her, the intensity surpassing anything she had ever experienced.
Abruptly, Rod pulled out of her, leaving Ymir confused. Her eyes widened as she watched him throw something beside her. Realization dawned upon her: it was the condom he had been using.
“I will release myself inside you now,” he declared with authority.
Ymir’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. Panic surged through her veins, and with newfound strength, she mustered the courage to speak up.
“Please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Not that. Please! I don’t want to get pregnant. Please, you can’t cum inside me.” Her words hung in the air. She hoped he would understand, that he would at least leave her this much respect. But Rod’s response shattered her hopes.
“Ymir, I can do whatever I want with you. You’ve sold your body to me,” he asserted. “And now, it belongs to me entirely. I will cum wherever I want to cum and right now I want to shoot my load in there.” He pointed to the opening between her legs.
Ymir’s heart sank as Rod positioned himself at her entrance again. A flicker of resistance sparked within her. This couldn’t happen. She tried to push him away but his strength overpowered her.
“Please, no! Not inside” But despite her protests, he entered her, claiming her once more. A wave of panic washed over Ymir as she tried to distance herself from him, but his strength was overpowering. He pressed her body against his, pumping into her faster and harder than before.
“No, this can’t be happening. You’re… you’re doing it with me,” she exclaimed. “Take it out!”
“Yes, I am! Your pussy tells me it wants me inside of you.”
“Please, Rod, I’ll do anything. I’ll stay away from Historia!” Rode’s movements starting to quicken. “I don’t want to get pregnant!” Ymir yelped.
Ymir’s inner turmoil intensified as her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a mixture of pleasure and guilt. The sensations that coursed through her awakened desires she had never known. But despite her inner turmoil, the intense sensations continued to overwhelm her as Rod pumped into her with increasing fervor. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, threatening to drown out her conflicted emotions. Her body, a battleground of desire and pleasure, responded to his touch with a mixture of surrender and resistance. She fought against the pleasure that coursed through her veins, desperately trying to distance herself from the forbidden ecstasy that Rod ignited within her.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers.
“What’re you do—” He cut her off with a kiss, It was not a tender, loving kiss, but rather a possessive one—an act of dominance and ownership. It was a kiss that conveyed his claim over her, as if to say, “You are mine now.” Ymir’s breath caught in her throat as Rod’s tongue invaded her mouth. It was forceful, demanding, and filled with the raw passion. It sent shivers down her spine, mingling with the conflicting emotions that ravaged her mind.
Her thoughts raced, torn between the pleasure that surged through her and the guilt that gnawed at her conscience. She tried to resist, to push him away, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, craving more of him. It was a maddening contradiction.
Rod’s grip tightened around her at the same time as his cock started to twitch inside Ymir.
A playful smile danced on his lips as released Ymir’s lips from captivity. He whispered, “It looks like you’ll have someone to remember me by, won’t it?”
“Please, I beg you! Pull?”
In that very moment, Rod’s release came, blasting streams of sticky warm jets deep into her. The intensity of the sensation caused her to cry out. “Nooooooo!”
After the torrent subsided, he remained inside her, letting her legs fall to the side. “Let’s stay like this until every last drop of me is emptied out inside you.”
Ymir could do little else but cry as she felt more of Rod’s liquid baby seed spurt into her womb.
He withdrew…eventually…popping his dick out of her cunt with a cruel satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. Rod reveled in the vulnerability etched across Ymir’s face. “I have enjoyed your service, Ymir,” he whispered. “Next time, I hope you will ride me.”
Ymir watched him retreat towards the shower.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn’t hold back the overwhelming pain that consumed her. Her sobs echoed through the room. The weight of Rod’s words and his cold indifference pierced her heart, leaving her feeling utterly broken. She curled into herself. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the remnants of their passion. Ymir’s mind raced with a flood of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She had allowed herself to be consumed by desire, to be swayed by the allure of an older man.
As the tears dampened her cheeks, Ymir’s thoughts turned to Historia. The mention of her name by Rod had been a cruel reminder of the consequence. The weight of her betrayal weighed heavily upon her, the thought of Historia discovering the truth about their sexual encounter leaving her winded with guilt.
“Don’t worry about Historia. I’m sure she will be beaming with joy when she learns she has a new sister to play with.” The weight of Rod’s words crashed upon Ymir, leaving her breathless.
