How do you imagine Mary losing their virginity to Tobias?
Would Tobias wait? Would Mary wait? Who would be the one to finally initiate it?
oh i love this question. thank you anon. kissing your forehead. apologies for the long answer, i got a bit carried away… enjoy. ♡
tobias sees her virginity as something special, the symbol of purity that it is. she’s entirely untainted. one could argue that it just makes the taboo that much more intense, and for him, that much more enjoyable.
in my mind, he holds off for a special occasion to actually take it from her, but that doesn’t stop him from grooming her. subtly teaching her various things that can come in handy for sexual activity. teaching her how to “most effectively” enjoy a popsicle before the summer heat melts it, showing her how important flexibility is, etc.
now mary, despite being so sheltered, isn’t stupid. she sees the way her father looks at her. feels his gaze burning through her whenever she runs around in only her bra and panties. the way he adjusts his clothes and how he sits whenever she gets too close. she’s snuck onto his laptop in the middle of the night, seeing all of the tabs he’s opened. little things, the same brown eyes and honey blonde hair, being put through all sorts of things. she studies these videos every chance she gets. how they move, how they react… anything to fit his idea of perfection.
she comes onto him for the first time on her tenth birthday. he wakes up, exactly at midnight, to her wiggling around above him, whining for her daddy to wake. he’d lay there, shocked still, as she smiled down at him, telling him that she’s finally old enough. he refuses to fuck her, however, there’s much more to life’s pleasures than just penetration.
from that day forward, they experiment as much as mary desires. admittedly, it’s quite often. she’s a very energetic little thing, begging her father to wring orgasm after orgasm out of her, long after her limbs have gone limp and her consciousness has started to slip. her favorite thing is 69-ing. she loves feeling him harden in her mouth at her taste, grinding messily against his face as she chokes herself on his cock.
she always asks him why he never fucks her like in the videos. and every time, he has the same answer. “you’ve not yet matured. just be patient, little one.” she spends months — no, years — wondering what he’s waiting for.
she finds out right before her thirteenth, the day her first cycle hits. she runs into his room, breath heavy and eyes crazed, holding up her bloody panties as she cries to her father, begging him to fix whatever’s wrong. he just stares as she begins to cry, licking across his teeth, almost predatory, as he pats his lap. she runs to him, straddling his thighs as she buries her face in his chest. he laughs softly, whispering that she has nothing to fear as he rolls his hips up against her. she whines, a mixture of confusion and pleasure.
blood soaks into his pants as he pulls her down against him, staining the grey cotton a deep red. he rolls them, mary beneath him as he stands, his hands reaching to pull his sweatpants off. she gasps, small hands grasping at his cock. he lightly shoos her hand away, hands grasping behind her knees and pulling her closer. he slides his dick atop her cunt, placing his hand above it all to hold him in place as he thrusts against her. she writhes, moaning louder than he’s ever heard.
once he’s thoroughly soaked, both her slick and blood coating him, he positions himself, telling her to take a nice deep breath before he begins to push his hips. she’s a mess under him, panting and whining, her voice cracking from the pain. he takes her as gently as a crazed man can, slowing down for a moment every time she cries out. she’s so tight around him, blood leaking out around him and wetting the sheets.
he should have put more effort into preparing her, but in that moment, neither of them cared. the addition of the pain was the perfect edge. she screams the first time he hits her cervix, squirt dribbling out of her at the most intense mix of pleasured-pain she’s ever felt. his thumb finds his way to her clit, rubbing even as she’s whining that it’s too much.
he refuses to back off her swollen clit until she’s come, soaking both his lower abdomen and the bed with a mixture of blood, slick, and potentially other fluids. tears streak down her cheeks as she weakly grasps at his hand, holding it as she begs him to come inside. he does just that, sheathing himself as deep as possible as she babbles about wanting his babies. for such a young girl, she has an extremely foul mouth
he continues to pleasure her in various ways, the blood making him animalistic. he laps at her hole, his own spend and her blood smearing all over his face. he kisses her, uncaring of the mess as he transfers it into her. he looks downright predatory, smiling with far too much teeth as he fingers what’s left back into her.
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