Evil MC's NTR Harem

Cara's body was desperately trying to accommodate him, to mold itself to his size.

She could feel herself stretching wider and deeper than nature intended, every inch of his cock pulsing inside her like a living beast.

Her chest heaved with shallow breaths as she looked up at him.

"It's… it's too much, D," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Ross leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.

"You're doing so good, Cara. Just breathe. Let your body take it. It will adjust in time.

His voice, low and soothing, calmed her frayed nerves even as her pussy throbbed painfully around his length.

The initial burn was still there, but something was shifting.

Little by little, her body was beginning to adapt. The sharp edges of the pain dulled, softened, and in its place bloomed something else—something warm, electric.

The sense of being owned.

She'd never felt this full, this helpless, this claimed.

Her cunt was wrapped tight around Ross's monstrous cock, and the feeling was starting to blur the lines between agony and ecstasy.

Still, he hadn't moved.

And somehow… that made it hotter.

"Oh my god, D… you're so big!" Cara gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.

Her back arched slightly as her body struggled to accommodate him, the stretch almost unbearable.

Pain bloomed lesser now in her pink cunt, sharp and raw, and her legs instinctively tried to close around him, but Ross gently held them apart, firm but comforting.

He stayed still, buried to the hilt inside her, giving her time to adjust.

Her walls pulsed around him involuntarily, squeezing him so tightly it nearly drove him mad with pleasure.

She didn't know it, but every twitch, every clench of her inexperienced body only made it harder for Ross to stay in control.

"You're doing so well," he murmured, leaning forward to brush his lips over her forehead. "Don't worry, Cara. You'll get used to it in no time. I promise… you're going to love this more than you think."

Cara bit her lower lip and nodded slightly, her breaths coming in uneven little gasps.

Tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes—not from regret, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all.

Her first time was nothing like she had imagined; it was more, so much more.

The pain was there, yes, but beneath it, something else was beginning to stir… something lewd and erotic.

Ross stayed still a moment longer, just letting her breathe, feeling her heartbeat quicken against his chest.

Then, slowly—ever so slowly—he began to move.

He eased out just a few inches before pushing back in with care, watching every flicker of expression cross her beautiful face.

Her breath hitched. Her brows furrowed.

But this time, there was less pain… and the faintest moan escaped her lips.

"See?" he whispered. "You're already starting to feel it."

Cara's eyes fluttered shut as her body trembled under him.

The initial agony was beginning to dull, replaced by a strange heat pooling low in her belly.

His voice, his touch, his warmth—it all felt too much, yet not enough.

Her body, once tense and reluctant, was now starting to move with his rhythm, instinct guiding her as she loosened around him.

Ross watched her like a man enchanted. Nothing compared to this—to taking someone untouched and making her his.

There was no greater pride, no deeper thrill, than knowing he was the first and only man to claim her like this.

His movements were still slow, deliberate, but they grew more confident as he felt her body begin to respond.

He kissed her again, this time on the lips—soft, lingering, possessive.

She kissed him back with surprising need, her arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer.

She was beginning to crave him, even if she didn't fully understand it yet.

"You're beautiful," he murmured against her mouth. "So fucking beautiful."

And with that, Ross began to move more steadily, finding a rhythm that was both gentle and deep.

The bed creaked softly beneath them as the air filled with the sound of her soft gasps and his ragged breathing.

Time seemed to blur as the pain faded entirely and was replaced by something intoxicating—pleasure, pure and consuming.

Cara's moans grew louder, her hands clinging to his back as she finally gave in to the sensations washing over her.

Her body welcomed him now, each thrust sending jolts of delight through her.

She had never felt anything like it before—never imagined it could feel so good.

Ross smiled to himself, satisfied. She was his now. All of her.

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Ross's movements quickened, his powerful hips slamming into Cara with increasing intensity.

Each thrust sent ripples through her body, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room in a primal rhythm.

He was relentless—driven by the pleasure of possessing her fully, the sight of her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and teary eyes only pushing him further.

He held her legs wide open, her body completely at his mercy, her hips pinned down by his strength.

Cara could only moan and gasp beneath him as her pink pussy was stretched around his thick, throbbing cock.

The sensation was unbearable yet addictive—tight, hot, raw.

Her folds clenched around him with every thrust, and her inner walls involuntarily squeezed and pulled at him, struggling to adjust to his size.

She could feel it—the wetness slowly building inside her.

At first it was just a trickle, but soon her body was giving in completely, her arousal leaking out around his shaft, coating him in her slickness.

Her natural juices flowed freely now, easing his movement and amplifying every sensation.

It was too much. Too good.

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

Her cries rang out one after another, rising in pitch as her body trembled beneath him.

She tried to hold back, but Ross was merciless—gripping her waist, driving into her over and over, deeper and harder, like he was trying to imprint himself into her very soul.