The four of them lined up before me, all with incredible bodies. Amon had specifically chosen them to form the idol group. I didn’t know her exact criteria, whether it was their talents in dancing and singing, but she made a great choice. Having them become idols was a brilliant decision on her part.
Varvara wasn’t the bustiest among them, but by normal standards, her chest was still impressive. As the main vocalist of the group, she excelled at singing and could hit incredibly high notes.
Latifa, the main dancer, had the second-largest breasts among them, her ample curves a testament to her dog beast tribe heritage, known for their voluptuous figures. She was incredibly sexy, exuding an animalistic allure with her blackish-brown hair, fur, and tail that reminded me of a sleek German shepherd. Her every movement was hypnotic, and the sway of her hips promised a wild, untamed passion.
Tia, the lead vocalist, also boasted a generous pair of breasts. Unlike typical demons, she lacked horns and a tail, making her appearance more akin to that of a human. The only feature that set her apart was her vibrant purple-blue hair, which stood out against her otherwise ordinary appearance.
Bella boasted the largest breasts among the members, a striking H-cup size that commanded attention. Her wide hips added to her allure, giving her a voluptuous figure that turned heads wherever she went. Despite her calculating nature, there was no denying her appeal as the group’s main visual. With her cute yet undeniably sexy demeanor, she captivated audiences effortlessly.
A rush of dominance overwhelmed me as I beheld these women, now entirely under my command. Their skirts lifted, exposing their panties and glistening pussies, a visual testament to their surrender to my authority.
The moment of choosing who to deflower first loomed before me, and my gaze settled on the most eager candidate.
“Varvara,” I beckoned.
“Y-Yes!”
“Come here. You’re next,” I commanded.
I could practically hear her heart pounding as she gulped nervously. Slowly, she approached the bed, anticipation and excitement coursing through her every step.
“W-What do you want me to do, Master?” she stammered, her breath hitching as she stood inches away from me.
“Just keep your hands right there, lifting your skirt,” I commanded. “And don’t you dare let go, no matter what happens. Got it?”
“O-Okay.”
With her compliance secured, I leaned in towards her core, the tantalizing scent of her dripping pussy filling my nose. As I drew nearer, I sensed her legs trembling, her embarrassment at my bold move evident in every quiver.
“Uh, M-Master… D-Don’t get too close,” she pleaded, her voice quivering as I hovered just inches from her core.
“Why’s that?” I inquired, pausing in my advance, my tongue tantalizingly close.
“I-I was just dancing earlier, and I haven’t showered yet, so… putting your face that close is a little…” she trailed off, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
“You’re embarrassed? Even after you boldly lifted your skirt, showing off your dripping wet pussy for me to see?” I teased, sticking out my tongue to lick her entrance.
“Hyaaan~!”
The moment my tongue flicked her entrance, she released a soft whimper. I indulged in the flavor of her pussy, heightened by the essence of sweat. It was a combination that tantalized my senses.
With both hands firmly gripping her butt, I anchored her in place as I plunged into licking her pussy. The mingling scents of sweat and her intoxicating arousal created an irresistible allure, engulfing me in a swirling vortex of desire.
“Ahh, hyaaa~ Fuahhh~! Nnn…!” she cried out, her pleasure echoing through the room, fueling my hunger for more.
Varvara’s fingers clutched at the back of my head, her toes curling as she rose onto the balls of her feet, her body arching in response to the pleasure coursing through her. The sensation of her pussy tightening around my tongue only fueled my desire to bring her to climax. Though I had instructed her to keep her skirt lifted, her current state of ecstasy was more than enough to satisfy me. Without her hands anchoring her, she might have crumbled to the floor.
“Ahh, s-something is coming…!” she gasped, her urgency evident as she pressed me closer to her dripping pussy. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, and I was determined to push her over the edge.
“Hyaaaaaaaaaaaannn~!!!”
Varvara’s pussy gushed forth a torrent of juices, drenching my face in her essence. Releasing her firm grip on my head, I watched as she collapsed to her knees, a pool of her arousal forming beneath her in a shimmering golden puddle. The sight of her unabashed release only served to heighten my primal desire, igniting an insatiable lust within me. It was time to claim her in every sense of the word.
Rising to my feet, I seized her arm, pulling her up from the floor with a sense of urgency. With a forceful toss, I flung her onto the bed, her startled cry echoing in the air.
“Kyaaa!”
“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you this since earlier, but Varvara, you’re a perverted masochist, aren’t you?”
“E-Eh?”
From the moment I met Varvara, I sensed her masochistic tendencies. With Gabrielle and Sandra already in my life, I had a knack for recognizing fellow enthusiasts. Varvara’s domination requirements, particularly her desire to be forcefully deflowered, solidified my suspicions. It was clear she craved rough treatment, especially when it came to losing her virginity.
“You’re quite the masochist, aren’t you? I mean, even now, you’re gushing. You revel in this kind of treatment, don’t you?”
Varvara gazed at me with undeniable lust. It was clear she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
“You know, thinking back, there was a time I caught you giving me those heated looks at the training facility. I’ve been curious about that ever since. What was that all about?” I asked, starting to jerk my dick and flaunting it in front of her.
Her eyes were fixed on my throbbing dick as I pumped it, and then she swallowed nervously.
“Let me guess. You wanted me to fuck you right then and there, didn’t you? That’s why you were giving me those intense stares?”
As I spoke, Varvara fell silent, her eyes shifting between my throbbing member and my face, a mix of desire and hesitation evident in her gaze. Eventually, she nodded in agreement.
“So, am I correct in assuming you’re a perverted masochist?” I pressed, my voice laced with anticipation.
Once more, she nodded, confirming my suspicion.
“Say it out loud,” I commanded, my tone firm.
“…I am a perverted masochist,” she murmured reluctantly, the words hanging in the air like a confession.
“Good,” I acknowledged with a nod. “Now, tell your group.”
Blushing furiously, Varvara turned to face the other three, still standing with their skirts lifted, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
“I am a perverted masochist,” she confessed to them, her voice trembling with embarrassment yet tinged with excitement.
“Now that you’ve admitted you’re a perverted masochist, what do you want me to do?” I inquired, my voice low and charged with anticipation.
She fell silent at my question, the air thick with tension as her desires simmered beneath the surface. As a perverted masochist, she longed for a specific experience, one that could only happen once, one that held significance beyond the moment. Going about it gently would be irreversible. Once the barrier was broken, it couldn’t be restored, no matter how quickly the body healed.
“I-I want you to fuck me and take my virginity forcefully, Master,” she finally confessed, her voice trembling with anticipation and a hint of vulnerability.
This was Varvara’s truth, her essence laid bare. To guide her towards becoming a successful idol, I needed to help her embrace who she truly was.
“Then beg for it,” I commanded, my voice heavy with desire.
With a shiver running through her, she obeyed, her words dripping with longing. “I beg of you, Master, to claim my virginity forcefully. I ache for the pain and pleasure of your dominance, to be consumed by the intensity of your touch. I yearn to be fucked by you so fiercely that it’s almost unbearable, so much so that even in the midst of practice, I find myself lost in fantasies of you raping me…and it makes my pussy wet.” With legs spread wide and hands outstretched towards me, she pleaded, “Please, make me yours, Master~!”
“That’s good,” I affirmed. “I’ll do as you wish.”
It was a powerful display of her desire. An idol, soon to be adored by many for her beauty, talent, and charm, now lay before me, her legs spread wide, begging for me to fuck her. An idol claimed by no one else but me. She was going to be mine.
I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her eager pussy, teasing her with just the tip before firmly gripping her hips. In one swift and forceful motion, I thrust my dick inside her, forcefully parting her delicate folds and driving my tip deep within her, claiming her virginity in a single, powerful stroke.
“HyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnNnnn~!!!”
Varvara’s cry echoed through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as her virginity was forcefully taken.
