Chapter 594: Eating Julia (2) *

"Now, Julia," Nathan said, his voice low as he looked down at her, "I am going to take your womanhood."

Julia met his gaze through tear-filled blue eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She bit her lower lip, fear and longing mixing so tightly she could no longer separate them.

"P... please, Septimius..." she whispered.

Her legs trembled as she parted them for him, the movement hesitant but deliberate, offering herself despite the uncertainty written all over her face.

Nathan’s smile widened at the sight.

He took hold of her legs and lifted them, settling them over his shoulders as he drew her hips closer to him, positioning her carefully. Julia’s body shifted under his guidance, her breath catching as she felt the exposure of the position.

Nathan’s gaze dropped to her sex, glistening and flushed, slick with her arousal, moisture trailing down along her slit. The sight made his cock twitch faintly as he leaned closer.

He pressed the head of it against her, dragging it slowly against her entrance, letting her feel its heat and firmness.

"Haa~~ it’s hot~~~ hmm~~~" Julia whimpered, biting her lip hard as her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her.

Nathan paused just long enough for her to feel the anticipation coil painfully tight.

Then he thrust forward.

The pressure broke through her virginity in a sharp, overwhelming surge.

"Hnnhghhhhh!! I—it hurts!! Hmmm!! S-Septimius!!"

Julia cried out, her face twisting as pain and sensation collided, her body tensing reflexively as she struggled to adjust to the intrusion, tears spilling freely as she clutched at the bed, her voice breaking as she called his name.

Nathan held himself still for a moment, buried deep inside her, letting her tight heat adjust around him. The resistance he had felt—the brief, sharp barrier—had given way, and now her body clenched around his length in involuntary spasms. Julia’s face was flushed crimson, tears streaming down her temples into her golden hair, her lips parted as she drew in ragged, shallow breaths.

"Shh... breathe, Julia," he murmured, voice low and soothing even as his own restraint strained. One hand slid up her thigh, stroking the trembling muscle there, while the other returned to her breast, cupping it gently, thumb brushing over the stiff peak in slow circles. "The pain will pass. You’re doing so well."

Julia whimpered, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "I—it’s too much... haa... you’re so big... it hurts..."

He leaned down, careful not to shift his hips yet, and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His tongue coaxed hers, gentle at first, then more demanding, swallowing the small pained sounds she made. As he kissed her, his hand kneaded her breast more firmly, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she gasped into his mouth.

Slowly, he drew back—just an inch—then pressed forward again, a shallow thrust that made her whole body jolt.

"Hnnnngh!!" Julia’s cry was sharp, her back arching off the bed as fresh pain flared. Her legs, still draped over his shoulders, trembled violently, heels digging into his back. "S-Septimius... please... slow..."

But Nathan only soothed her with another kiss to her tear-damp cheek, then her jaw, then the corner of her mouth. "You’ll take me, Julia. You can take me."

He began to move—slow, measured strokes at first, each one drawing a broken cry from her lips. The bed creaked beneath them, the wooden frame protesting softly as his hips rocked forward. His free hand gripped her other breast now, both palms filled with her soft, yielding flesh. He squeezed them together, thumbs flicking over her nipples in time with his thrusts, teasing them into even tighter peaks.

"Ah—! Haa—! It hurts— haaannn!!" Julia’s voice cracked, her head tossing side to side on the pillow, blonde strands clinging to her damp forehead. Every thrust sent a sharp ache through her core, her inner walls stretching painfully around his thickness. Tears flowed freely now, her blue eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lip hard enough to leave marks.

Nathan’s pace remained steady, unrelenting. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, mingling with the rhythmic creak of the bed and Julia’s pained moans. He watched her face intently, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, every tear. His cock throbbed inside her, the tight heat driving him deeper with each stroke.

He shifted his angle slightly, dragging the head of his length along her inner walls, searching. When Julia suddenly gasped—a different sound, higher, almost startled—he knew he’d found it.

"Haaah❤️—! W-wait— there— hnnn!!"

Her eyes flew open, wide and glassy. The pain was still there, sharp and bright, but something else flickered beneath it now—a spark of pleasure that made her hips jerk involuntarily.

Nathan’s smile was slow, predatory. He thrust again, harder this time, hitting that same spot.

"HYAaann❤️!!"

Julia’s cry was louder, her body arching as the pleasure-pain collided. Her hands released the sheets and flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as she clung to him. The bed rocked harder now, headboard tapping against the wall in a steady, building rhythm.

"There it is," Nathan growled softly, voice rough with satisfaction. His hands returned to her breasts with renewed focus, groping them firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he molded and squeezed. He tugged at her nipples, pinching lightly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger until they ached deliciously.

Julia’s moans shifted—still edged with pain, but now laced with something deeper, needier. Her head thrashed on the pillow, hair fanning out in wild disarray as her body began to respond despite herself.

"Haa— haaann❤️~~ S-Septimius— it’s— haaaah❤️!!"

He pounded into her now, hips snapping forward with controlled power, each thrust driving deep and pulling back almost to the tip before slamming home again. The bed trembled beneath them, springs groaning in protest as the pace quickened. His hands never left her breasts, playing with them relentlessly—kneading, squeezing, tugging—until they were flushed deep pink, nipples swollen and hypersensitive.

Julia’s cries grew louder, more desperate. The pain was fading, drowned beneath waves of building pleasure that made her toes curl and her thighs quake over his shoulders.

"HYAaah❤️~~! Ah— ahn❤️~~! There— again— please— haaannn❤️!!"

Her voice broke into breathless sobs of ecstasy, her body writhing beneath him. She shook her head wildly, blonde locks whipping across the pillow as the sensations overwhelmed her. Tears still slipped from the corners of her eyes, but now they were tears of too much feeling, too much pleasure.

Nathan leaned down, folding her nearly in half as her legs remained over his shoulders, opening her even more deeply to him. His mouth found her breast again, tongue lashing over one nipple before sucking it hard into his mouth. At the same time, he drove into her with a particularly deep thrust.

Julia screamed—a raw, uninhibited sound that echoed in the room.

"AAAAHHH❤️~~!! SEPTIMIUS—!! HAAAANN❤️❤️~~!!"

Her body convulsed, inner walls clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses as another climax tore through her. She shook violently, hips bucking up to meet his despite the overwhelming intensity, her cries dissolving into loud, broken moans that seemed to have no end.

Nathan didn’t slow. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it, drawing it out until she was sobbing his name, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Only when her spasms began to ease did he finally still, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch of him as she came down in shuddering aftershocks.

He released her breast from his mouth with a soft pop, then lifted his head to meet her dazed, tear-filled gaze.

"Good girl," he whispered, voice husky. "But we’re not finished yet."

Nathan’s breath grew ragged as he held himself deep inside her, feeling the last fluttering contractions of her climax milk his length. Julia lay trembling beneath him, limbs heavy and boneless, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Tears still clung to her lashes, but her blue eyes were hazy now, unfocused, lost in the afterglow.

He eased her legs down from his shoulders at last, letting them fall open around his hips. The shift in angle drew a weak, oversensitive whimper from her lips as he settled more fully between her thighs, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

"Good," he murmured, voice rough with restraint. He brushed damp strands of hair from her forehead, then lowered his mouth to hers again, kissing her slowly, deeply, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her surrender.

Julia’s hands, which had been clutching his shoulders, slid weakly up to tangle in his white hair. She kissed him back with what little strength she had left, soft, yielding sounds escaping into his mouth as his hips began to move once more.

He started slow again—long, deliberate strokes that dragged every inch of him through her slick, swollen heat. The bed creaked steadily beneath them, the rhythm building as his control frayed. His hands returned to her breasts with possessive hunger, groping them firmly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. He squeezed and molded them, thumbs flicking over her reddened nipples again and again until they throbbed under his touch.

"Haa... haaann❤️~~ S-Septimius... it’s too much... I’m still— ahn❤️~~!"

Julia’s voice was hoarse, broken by every thrust. Her body jolted with each deep push, breasts bouncing in his grasp as he played with them relentlessly. She shook her head on the pillow, blonde hair whipping across her flushed face, mouth open in loud, helpless moans that grew higher and more desperate with every stroke.

He quickened his pace, hips snapping forward harder now, driving into her with unrestrained force. The bedframe rocked violently, headboard thudding against the wall in a rapid, insistent beat. Wet sounds filled the room—sharp, obscene—as he pounded into her soaked core, her arousal coating his length and dripping down onto the sheets beneath her hips.

PAH! PAH! PAH!!

Julia’s moans turned into near-screams, pleasure overwhelming her again despite her sensitivity. Her legs wrapped weakly around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as if to pull him deeper. Her inner walls fluttered around him, clenching involuntarily with every thrust.

"HYAaah❤️~~!! Ah— ahn❤️~~! There— again— haaaannn❤️❤️~~!!"

Nathan growled low in his throat, one hand leaving her breast to grip her hip, angling her to take him even deeper. His other hand continued tormenting her chest, pinching and tugging at her nipple until she sobbed with pleasure. Sweat beaded on his brow, his muscles taut as he chased his own release.

"You feel me, Julia?" he rasped against her ear.

She could only whimper in response, nodding frantically as tears spilled anew. Her body arched beneath him, breasts thrusting up into his hand as another climax began to coil tight in her belly.

He felt it—the way she tightened around him, the way her cries grew frantic. It pushed him closer, his thrusts turning erratic, harder, deeper. The bed shook beneath them as if it might break, the room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding and Julia’s unbroken, rising moans.

"Septimius—!! I—I’m— again— HAAAHHH❤️❤️~~!!"

Her fourth orgasm crashed through her without mercy, her body convulsing violently as she screamed his name. Her walls clamped down around him in fierce, rhythmic pulses, pulling him deeper, demanding everything.

Nathan’s control shattered.

With a groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came—hard, deep pulses spilling inside her as his hips jerked forward again and again. His hand tightened almost painfully on her breast, fingers digging in as wave after wave of pleasure tore through him. He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing harsh and uneven, teeth grazing her lower lip as he rode out his climax buried fully within her trembling heat.

Julia whimpered softly beneath him, oversensitive and overwhelmed, feeling every hot pulse of his release deep inside her. Her body shook with aftershocks, tiny shivers running through her as he filled her completely.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed settling beneath them.

At last, Nathan lifted his head, gazing down at her flushed, tear-streaked face. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips swollen and parted, chest still rising and falling rapidly beneath his hand.

He brushed his thumb gently over her cheek, catching a fresh tear.

"Now," he whispered, voice low and satisfied, "you are truly mine."

Julia could only manage a weak, trembling nod—her body spent, her heart racing, and her womanhood finally claimed.