CHAPTER 33: CURING ELENA [2] [R-18 CONTENTS!]

Elena drew a sharp breath and then, with a soft, half-defeated noise, she let herself fall back onto the table with a dull thud, arms splaying slightly as if she’d collapsed under the weight of her embarrassment. "D...do it quick..." She mumbled, face turned to the side, neck flushed all the way down to the collarbone.

I didn’t hesitate. That was all I needed.

Leaning in, I began to lick her again. My tongue ran slow, teasing circles over her entrance, tasting her, drawing out every hint of moisture I could. Her skin was hot, soft, and dampening with every stroke.

"Sluuurp... sluuurp..."

"H-haah... n-no..." Elena whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the table now, knuckles white, trying to ground herself. Her voice was weak, breathless, and her legs twitched around me—but still, she didn’t stop me.

She couldn’t. Her body was already giving in.

I pressed on, knowing I had to prepare her. My tongue moved in slow motions around her folds, tasting the delicate skin, letting my lips brush her with soft, open-mouthed kisses. Every breath she let out was ragged, every moan caught halfway in her throat as if she didn’t know whether to swallow it or cry it out.

"Sluuurp..."

"Haa... i-it feels... weird... haaa..." She breathed, her voice husky now, the pitch of it shifting—no longer pure embarrassment, but a raw edge of pleasure threaded into it. Her hips shifted instinctively, lifting slightly off the table, following the movement of my mouth.

I focused on her, my tongue working slow and sure, tracing the delicate line of her slit, pausing just before her clit each time, teasing her, letting her body ache for more. I didn’t know if what I was doing was skilled—this wasn’t about technique. It was about her, making her wet, making her ready, without hurting her.

"Sluuurp... sluuurp..."

Her pussy was getting slicker with each pass of my tongue, her body yielding beneath me, trembling and sensitive. The taste of her filled my mouth, sweet and sharp, intoxicating. I couldn’t deny it anymore—my cock was painfully hard, pressing against my pants, straining.

Still, I focused. I flicked my tongue higher now, seeking her clit. When I found it—a small, delicate nub hidden beneath her slick folds—I paused for a moment, then gave it a light flick with the very tip of my tongue.

"Hnnn... haaahn...!" Elena cried out, her back arching, hips jolting in response. Her legs clamped lightly around my shoulders for a moment, thighs trembling violently.

I didn’t stop. I circled my tongue around her clit now, flicking it, pressing softly, then hardening the pressure. Her moans spilled out, no longer muffled, no longer restrained. She was panting now, her breath coming in hot, broken gasps.

"Haaa...! Mmn... s-stop... I can’t... ahhh..." Her fingers clawed at the edge of the table, her body tense, writhing in time with the rhythm of my mouth.

Then it hit.

Her hips bucked sharply and a soft, sharp cry escaped her lips—pure, helpless pleasure.

"Haaahh—!" She cried out, her whole body tightening, muscles clenching around the wave crashing through her. Her pussy pulsed against my mouth, a fresh burst of wetness slicking my tongue. Her thighs squeezed tight, then trembled and fell open again, limp.

She lay sprawled on the table, chest heaving, mouth parted in silent panting. Her ice blond hair was damp against her face, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her hands slowly relaxed their grip, fingers unfurling, shaking.

She should be wet enough now.

But—

My gaze drifted down, irresistibly drawn to the place between her legs. Her pussy, still glistening from my tongue, was slowly flexing in the aftershocks of her release—tiny, twitching pulses that parted her slick, flushed folds slightly. From between them, a thin stream of her cum oozed out, the white fluid sliding down her slit and pooling faintly against her soft inner thigh. The table beneath her was already spotted with the beginning drips.

When I saw that white, sticky trail of her essence leaking from Elena’s beautiful, pale pussy, I swallowed hard, a sharp pull in my gut tightening. It was going to drip onto the table regardless... and that would be a waste.

Without even realizing I’d moved, I leaned forward again, unable to resist, my hands resting on her trembling thighs as I brought my mouth back to her sensitive, freshly orgasmed sex. My tongue flicked out slowly scooping up the slickness, savoring the taste of her release.

"H..Haan!" Elena jolted violently, hips twitching as my tongue made contact. Her body arched up again instinctively, her back lifting from the table, the aftershock of her orgasm making every touch unbearably intense.

My bad.

I licked slowly, savoring every drop, savoring her on my tongue—warm, sweet, utterly addictive. My head spun a little from it.

She tasted too good.

I looked down, breathing heavier now, and there it was: my cock, throbbing and straining against the fabric of my pants, a dark, soaked patch forming where precum leaked freely from the tip. The need was burning now, sharp and insistent. I reached down, unbuckled my belt with quick fingers, and lowered my pants.

My cock sprang free, rigid and flushed red, veins prominent along the shaft, the head already glistening. The cool air hit it like a shock, but all I could focus on was Elena—her slickness, her scent, her heat.

"Elena," I called softly, stepping closer, but her eyes were fluttering, half-shut, her chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. She wasn’t fully aware, floating somewhere in the haze of overstimulation.

I reached into my bag for the bottle of water, uncapped it quickly, and splashed a small stream onto her face.

She gasped sharply, blinking fast as the cold droplets brought her back. Her eyes locked with mine—still hazy, but clearer now—and then immediately turned away, her cheeks flaring scarlet again.

"Elena," I said again, "I’m going in."

Her entire body flinched, muscles tensing, understanding in her wide, trembling eyes.

"It will hurt," I added quietly, "so get ready."

"R... right." She nodded, swallowing hard, then clenched her fists and grabbed the edges of the table again, breathing deeply. She stared up at the ceiling, her whole frame taut, braced for what was coming, fear plain on her face.

I stepped closer, positioning myself between her legs, her slickness shining in the dim light. With one hand I gripped my cock, guiding it to her entrance, rubbing the hot, swollen tip slowly along her wet folds.

"Mnnh..." Elena whimpered softly, hips twitching at the contact, her voice tight and strained as she felt the heat of my cock pressing against her sensitive pussy.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "Try to stay quiet—the Infected might hear us."

She gave a tight nod, eyes clamped shut, lips trembling.

I didn’t hesitate any longer. I pressed forward, my cock pushing past her entrance.

"Ha... AANGHHHnhh!!" Elena cried out, her voice raw, breaking into a pained grunt as her pussy stretched tight around me. Her eyes flew wide open, glistening with pain, her face flushing crimson as she clenched hard around my cock. Veins stood out on her neck, her fingers white-knuckled on the table.

Her body was too tight, squeezing me strongly. She was a virgin—this was her first time—and every inch I pushed in was met with resistance, her walls clenching painfully.

"I know, I know," I said, halting as I reached the barrier of her virginity, her hymen stretched thin.

But I had to finish it.

I pulled back slightly, then thrust forward with a single, steady motion, burying myself deep inside her, breaking through in one clean stroke.

"Haaahnnnghh!! I... It hurts... hmnn!!" Elena sobbed, her body arching, tears spilling freely from her eyes, streaking down her red cheeks. Her breath came in gasps, choking on pain.

"I know," I whispered. "It’s over. It’s done." I leaned over her, brushing a hand through her damp hair, trying to soothe her as she sobbed softly, hiding her face with one trembling arm.

She gulped air like she’d been drowning, her whole body trembling beneath me.

Then I saw it—the bite on her hand, darkening rapidly, the infected veins creeping up her wrist toward her elbow.

Panic surged in my chest.

"Elena, I have to release inside you. That’s how it works."

Her eyes widened through her tears, lips parting in silent shock as she understood. She stared at me, stunned, then bit her lower lip and nodded, just once, her whole body shaking.

"Try to keep quiet again," I said, voice tight. I couldn’t waste time.

I reached down, lifting her legs carefully, placing them over my shoulders. Her shoes, her socks—everything still on—dangled loosely beyond me, her thighs trembling against my chest.

"E-eh?" Elena whispered, confused, but I steadied her, positioning her legs comfortably.

"It’ll hurt less like this," I said, aligning myself again, her pussy still tight around me, her walls gripping every inch.

She didn’t speak, just nodded faintly and covered her face again, trying to muffle her voice.

"Alright," I breathed, gripping her hips. I pulled back slowly, feeling her tightness drag along my shaft, then eased back in, more carefully this time, her slickness helping now.

"Hmfff!" Elena whimpered into the crook of her arm, her voice barely escaping, muffled, breathless.

Her pussy clenched around me again, tight and trembling, the velvet heat of her walls squeezing along the length of my cock. I gritted my teeth, breath catching as I held her hips steady, each pulse of her body making it harder to think, harder to remember why this had to be done.

But I couldn’t stop.

I had to finish this—for her.

My hips began to move again, slowly at first, but with growing urgency, the slick sound of her arousal growing louder with every stroke. Blood from her broken virginity mixed with the wetness of her cum, slicking my cock, leaking onto the table beneath her. I ignored it, pushing through the tightness, through the heat, driving deeper into her.

"Uhh..." I grunted, unable to stop the groan that tore from my throat, the sheer pleasure surging through my body as her tight heat engulfed me again and again. It was no use denying it—the pleasure was intoxicating. I wouldn’t be able to release unless I gave in to it, let it happen.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, sharp andobscene. My cock plunged into her soaked pussy again and again, the wet heat of her pulling at me with every thrust. My breath came in ragged gasps, sweat sliding down my back.

"Hmgh! M...mhmnn!" Elena moaned, her arms falling away, lips parted in surrender, her eyes fluttering open and shut with every deep stroke. Her legs trembled over my shoulders, her heels digging into my back, her fingers clawing weakly at the edge of the table.

The sensation was overwhelming—her body, her voice, her tightness. My eyes, hazy with arousal, drifted to her chest. Her white blouse clung to her skin, soaked with sweat, and beneath the thin, damp fabric, I could see the outline of her light blue bra, the swell of her breasts pressed tightly against the fabric, nipples visibly stiff beneath the lace.

She was too sexy. Too beautiful.

I wanted—no, I needed—to tear that shirt from her body, rip the bra away, bury my face between her breasts, lick and suck them until she moaned my name. My hands itched to touch her more, to explore every inch of her.

But I couldn’t.

I had done it once to Rachel without asking her and regretted it.

I hadn’t asked her to undress. This was to cure her—nothing more. I clenched my jaw, forced my hands to stay on her hips, to keep driving into her, fulfilling the one purpose this was meant for.

"Hahn! Ohhnmn!" Elena’s moans grew louder now, no longer muffled. Her arm had fallen away completely, and her voice rose, breathless and ragged, raw with sensation. Her body twisted beneath me.

Cure her.

I reminded myself, again and again. This is to cure her.

But her voice was breaking that resolve.

"Haaaan... s...stop!" She gasped, her hands flying up, grabbing at my arms, her fingers digging into my skin.

Pah! Pah!

"Mnngh! Ngh! I... I please... haaa!" Elena threw her head back, her blond hair splayed across the table, her back arching sharply as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy clamped around my cock, milking me, drawing me deeper.

I couldn’t stop.

Not now.

I leaned forward, my body heavy over hers, and without thinking, without hesitation, I captured her lips with mine.

"Mmnff!" She gasped, eyes flying open, startled as my mouth sealed over hers. I kissed her deeply, hungrily, my tongue slipping past her lips just as my hips slammed forward, burying my cock fully into her tight heat.

Sorry I had to do that to hold back from doing something I will regret.

"Hmnnffnn!!" Elena’s voice cracked into the kiss, her eyes closing tightly, her body shuddering violently beneath me.

And then it happened.

Her pussy clamped down, spasming around me in waves as her second orgasm hit—stronger, deeper, shaking her to the core. Her voice was lost in the kiss, muffled moans and cries vibrating against my mouth as her body convulsed, overwhelmed.

I couldn’t hold back.

My cock pulsed deep inside her, and I came—hard. A hot torrent of cum poured into her, spilling deep into her tight pussy, filling her to the brim as I groaned into her lips, my body locked against hers, trembling with the force of release.

Her legs jerked once more around my head, then went limp.

Elena’s eyes rolled back, her breath caught, and with a soft, broken moan into my mouth, she went still.

She fainted—completely overcome, her body slack in my arms, her skin damp and flushed, my cum slowly leaking from her used, twitching pussy onto the table beneath.