The mood was ruined, but he did not feel like starting all over again. They would have to live with it. He pulled her towards him by the hand and pushed her down so that she lay flat in front of him. By now he did no longer bother that she was still wearing her bathrobe. If she was determined to keep it, who cared? He really did not want to find out what she was hiding. It certainly was nothing good.

As if she were some kind of sex doll, he angled her legs himself, then took off his underpants and climbed over her. No kissing. No licking. No nothing. He would not go near her again with his mouth. The plan was to just get the standard over with quickly and then kick her out. For anything else, she had blown her chances. He was about to start when she grabbed his hand.

"Please be gentle... I always bleed so much."

~Uargh, how gross.~ He was really trying hard not to let on that he wanted to vomit. Luckily he had not been in there with his tongue.

"But not right now?" he asked through clenched teeth, but in feigned kindness.

"N-No."

~Why is that important for me to know then?~ It was better to just pretend he had not heard the last part. She had never said that. No one ever bled. She also had never spit a tooth in his mouth. Why was she just so damn gross? Was it even worth it? There were brothels here. Every street hooker was certainly cleaner and at least shaved. You had to work hard to find a dirtier hole than this one. It was better not to think about it anymore, and it was better to protect himself.

"I'll get a condom."

He tried to get up, but she grabbed his hand to stop him. When he turned back, he saw her shaking her head.

"Um... You don't want to get pregnant, do you?"

"I won't."

"But better safe than sorry."

This was certainly the first time that he himself had insisted on a condom. If there was one thing Amadeus had learned from his father, it was that you should always use a condom if a woman did not want to use one. Family were just unwanted shareholders. Therefore Amadeus tried to get up, but her grip tightened and she lifted her upper body closer.

She whispered in his ear, "I want to feel it," then leaned back again.

"What exactly?"

She did not answer the question. Instead, she opened her bathrobe and pulled open the sides. The light from the stars shimmered on her pale skin. Her hand-sized breasts were shaped like small hills and moved with her rapid breathing. Her nipples stood out in excitement. Her body was fragile and weak, but he had already felt that. He could see her ribs and pelvic bone clearly under her bare skin. She spread her legs a little. Her pubic hair was fiery red like her hair and glistened through the wetness. It was not as long as he had assumed, but actually well trimmed. If she was making the effort, why not make it smooth?

"Please be gentle."

He could not figure her out. She had opened the bathrobe because she wanted to feel him on her? She no longer wanted to hide herself, she wanted to show him everything. He could see everything, and there was one thing in particular that kept catching his attention. There was a long scar under her right breast. Had she had a breast operation? Had it been crippled? Is that why she was so shy, even though she was actually such a horny bitch? Her only mistake was not to have both breasts enlarged when they were already at it anyway. One or two scars made no difference. There was still room for improvement and it would certainly have helped her self-confidence. But naked like this, she was actually pretty hot. She was better than expected and the fact that she was such a horny bitch that she even asked him not to use a condom because she wanted to feel his load shooting into her only made it hotter.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful."

She waited tensely with her arms lying next to her body. She kept glancing furtively down at herself. By now he had a hard boner again. She was probably curious, so he grabbed his cock and showed her what she wanted to see. At that moment, her eyes widened and her mouth opened as if of its own accord.

It was a natural reaction. She probably wanted to suck him off, but he was not up for it. Who knew how many more teeth she would lose.

Instead, he jerked himself a little, then pressed his cock against her wet hole. That alone made her tremble.

He really wanted to get going, but he was a man of honor after all. As he had promised, he took his time, and because he was supposed to go slowly, he still had some mental capacity left and tried to find out if you could feel the difference in her breasts. After a few kneads, he was sure you could not. The technique had come surprisingly far. The difference could not be felt in the slightest. If it were not for the scar, even he honestly would have been able to tell.

When he was already a little deeper inside her, she flinched. That was to be expected. She was still a virgin...

In general, it was better to fuck a woman who was not a virgin. There was less pleading. There was no crying. Less preparatory work was needed. They took the initiative on their own sometimes. They did not have unrealistic expectations. But there were also small advantages to being the first. She was still unused. It was like tearing the safety seal off a drink. No one had tampered with it yet. Besides, she would remember his cock forever and all others would have to be measured against it. It was the sample piece and what a sample piece it was. He noticed how she squinted her eyes and made a face, as if she was in pain. But what was he supposed to do? He had an above-average build and was thicker than average. Normally that also had its advantages. Women that were not currently having their first time liked big cocks more, because the stretching was stronger. But that also had disadvantages. Most things were made for normal cocks. With a diameter of over four centimeters, there was almost nothing you could use. That was a problem that was not discussed enough in society. He even had to buy condoms from a specialty store because the others could hardly be rolled up. He could only buy sex toys and then not use them because the products never mentioned that there was a maximum thickness. That was absolutely outrageous.

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His pelvis pushed her thighs to the side. He pressed the last bit into her so that he could feel her wetness.Then he started to get some movement into the act. Each time he increased the tempo. Each time he thrust into her harder. It was commendable that she did not whine. From the gentle hissing, it seemed as if she was slowly enjoying it.

He wanted her to be louder, so he got even rougher. Here, at the crucial point, the mattress's suspension paid off. It did half the work for him. As with all things, you were only as good at sex as the equipment you had. He fucked her hard and she began to moan softly. She could not not do it. He literally forced her to. However, she moaned now but did not do much else. Unfortunately, she was very passive. Her head was lying on its side. Her gaze went to the window. Her hands were just lying around. If she was not doing anything, then she did not need them. He grabbed her wrists, lifted her hands above her head and pressed them firmly into the pillow with just one hand. She was far too weak to free herself from this grip. If she wanted to, she could imagine him raping her like this. He just had an idea that she might like it. If that was the case, all she had to do was wiggle a little and pretend to resist and she would have a realistic scenario. Well, it was experience. Bottom line, they all just wanted to be a fuck hole that a man used whenever he wanted.

As always, he was proved right. A satisfied expression appeared on her face. Out of pleasure, she stretched her upper body towards him to rub her breasts against him. It was exactly what he had wanted. In the end, nothing was better than her showing that she wanted it herself.

When she rubbed herself against him for the third time, he felt a tingling sensation. He thrust into her as deeply as he could. A load that he had been storing up for over a week shot into her with pressure. At the same time, she opened her eyes and mouth as if she could feel it. Unconcerned, she let drool run from the corner of her mouth into the pillow. Her red eyes sparkled endlessly like moon mist. At that moment, he thought for the first time that she was beautiful. She seemed so happy. Never had a woman been so happy. Had she gotten the feeling she wanted? While he continued to thrust into her on impulse and thrust even harder, he tried to keep an eye on her facial expression. It was more important to him than the orgasm. His focus was only on her. She seemed so happy that he could not understand it. It was just sex.

When he stopped, he realized that she was moving herself. Her body jerked several times underneath him and she breathed heavily. Was she having an orgasm? While he wondered about the delayed timing, he noticed wet warmth on his knee. The sheet was so wet that there was a real puddle. She had probably pissed the bed...

He sat up and looked down at himself, but did not see what he had expected to see. What he saw was disturbing.

Everything was covered in blood. Her thighs were smeared red and some of it had already dried in handprints. It stood as a puddle on her ass and had already soaked through the bathrobe and into the sheet up to his knees. He saw a muscle twitch and with the contraction a new gush of dark blood bubbled out of her. It was thick and ran slowly down her like syrup to the puddle. Something like a lump clung to a hair.

He gagged. The sight was so repulsive that he would never be able to forget it. He was covered in blood himself. There was blood everywhere. The air smelled of blood. His knees went weak. His hands began to tremble. He felt dizzy. It was too much. He- He had to get out of here. He had to get out of the room. Swaying, he crawled off the mattress. At the same time, she realized that he wanted to escape and after she sat up, she saw why. As if embarrassed, she slid to the edge of the mattress. While he dazedly tried to quickly pull on his underpants, she apologized to him several times, but he had no time for that. He had to get out of here. Just as he was about to pass her, he noticed in the corner of his eye that she was tilting. At that moment, he grabbed her arm. It was not an active decision. It was more an inner instinct that led him to do it. But it changed nothing. He had grabbed her with force, but she still hit her head on the floor almost without slowing down. All he had managed to do was tug the sleeve of her bathrobe down to her wrist and half undress her. In his blurred vision, she lay half-naked and bloody at his feet, not moving, then he spotted the stains on the bed again. He- He had to get out of here first. Staggering, he ran to the door. On the way, he banged his upper body against the wall once. But he managed to reach it in the end. But when he tried to open it, he was unable to. The bolt moved, but it was locked. Why was it locked? Where was the key?

At that moment, he heard a dripping sound behind him. When he turned around, she was standing by the bed with the night in her neck. Her red eyes were like burning arrows in the darkness. The once white bathrobe hung only in half on her naked body. Blood ran down her legs and dripped from her crotch onto the parquet floor. Blood ran from her open mouth and dripped from her chin onto her chest. She held out her arm to him and he saw deep red muscles gleaming in the starlight. Her arm was more than bare. The skin was missing. The missing part hung like a rag from her wrist, only holding on to a small piece. Blood ran into her torn fist. Her fingers opened and he found the key.

"A-A demon..."

In fear, he could only say these words. The woman was a demon. He had to get out of here. But the door was closed.

He remembered that there was a ledge under the window. He could escape to one of the balconies.

He took off running.

As he passed her, she reached out her bloody hand towards him.

He managed to dodge.

He made it to the window.

He raked one open and looked down outside.

There really was a ledge. He had not been mistaken. It was wide enough to walk on. But it was still deep. The room was on the fourth floor.

He struggled with himself, then heard the trope coming closer.

When he turned around, he realized she was on her way to him.

He had no choice. He held onto the frame with one hand and climbed out onto the ledge as quickly as he could.

"Be-"

In the middle of shouting, she suddenly jerked her arm up and put her hand over her mouth, but before she could manage it, she threw up.

A dark slag slapped onto the parquet and splattered at her feet.

In shock, he had watched it from outside.

Even though it still ran through her fingers; even though she almost went to her knees; she still tried to reach him.

He stood outside with his trembling hands clinging to the window frame, hoping that she would fall, but instead he had to watch as she came closer and closer.

She had almost reached him when she stretched out her hand from her broken arm towards him, causing the skin to sway through the air and almost tear from her wrist.

He wanted to take a step backwards to get some distance, but then he realized that there was no ground.

He was falling and even as he was falling, she was still trying to reach for him.

But she could no longer reach him.

The window was getting smaller and smaller.

In a moment he would-

.../ End