He is a beast in bed.
With every thrust, he held nothing back.
He rocked her world, wrecking every part of her like never before.
Before he took her virginity, Riser was surprisingly gentle. He caressed her, kissed her, and lavished her body with attention.
His mouth explored her everywhere, leaving no inch untouched.
When he reached her most intimate spot, he was thorough, licking and sucking until she was trembling, moaning, and utterly soaked.
He brought her to orgasm over and over again, ensuring she was dripping wet and begging for him to take her.
And when he finally did, he didn't hesitate. With a deep, commanding thrust, he pierced through her virginity, making her his.
There was a brief hitch in her breath, but instead of pain, she felt an overwhelming fullness that sent a shiver through her body.
Her arousal had prepared her well, easing the way as he claimed her completely.
Her blood stained the sheets beneath them, marking the loss of her innocence, while he kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth as thoroughly as his cock claimed her body.
He moved slowly at first, savoring the tightness of her pussy, but it wasn't long before his instincts took over.
"How does it feel, Le Fay? Do you want me to be rougher?" Riser asked, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as his hands roamed her naked body.
His eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of her thoroughly ravished form.
"Yes, Riser... Please, don't hold back," Le Fay gasped, her voice trembling with need. She clung to him desperately, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
With a growl, Riser's thrusts became wild and animalistic.
The bed creaked and groaned beneath them as he fucked her with everything he had, slamming into her tight, wet pussy like a man possessed.
Her walls gripped him perfectly, milking his cock as though her body was made for him.
"Ahh… Yes, Riser! Don't stop! I want more! I need more!" Le Fay screamed, her cries echoing through the room.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red marks in their wake as her body bucked against him, meeting his thrusts eagerly.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Le Fay. It's amazing," Riser growled, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he drove into her over and over again.
He was losing control, the pleasure overwhelming him.
Her pussy was too perfect, too addictive, and he couldn't stop.
"Riser… I'm going to cum!" Le Fay moaned, her body trembling as another orgasm tore through her.
She arched her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her pussy clenched around him, driving him closer to the edge.
"I'm close too… I'm going to fill you up, Le Fay," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"Do it, Riser… Fill me. Make me yours," she begged, her legs locking around him, holding him tightly.
With a roar, Riser buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her.
His hot seed spilled into her, filling her completely.
But he wasn't finished.
Even as he came, he kept thrusting, driving his cum deeper inside her and coaxing another orgasm from her.
Her juices mixed with his, spilling onto the sheets as she cried out in pleasure, her body convulsing beneath him.
Le Fay's eyes rolled back as she came one last time, her body trembling violently before she finally collapsed in exhaustion.
Her face was flushed, her lips parted in a lewd ahegao expression, and her body was limp and spent.
Riser looked down at her with satisfaction, a smug grin on his face as he admired his handiwork.
Pulling her into his arms, he lay down beside her, wrapping them both in a blanket.
His still-hard cock rested against her thigh as he held her close, savoring the warmth of her body.
With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes, already looking forward to the next morning.
...
In the Morning
"How is it, my beloved painter? Are you..." Le Fay began, her voice soft and teasing, but before she could finish her words, the door to their chamber suddenly burst open.
The loud bang echoed in the room, and standing in the doorway was a blonde-haired girl whose loud voice cut through their intimacy.
"Brother, Father told me you've returned—" she started but froze mid-sentence.
Her wide eyes locked onto the scene before her, her words dying in her throat.
On the bed, Le Fay was straddling Riser, her naked body moving rhythmically atop him.
The explicit sight was impossible to miss—her soaked pussy sliding up and down his thick, erect cock, their wet and lewd sounds filling the room.
For a moment, Ravel couldn't tear her eyes away.
Her face turned beet red as she processed what she was seeing, her gaze lingering involuntarily on the spot where her brother's cock disappeared into Le Fay's slick, eager entrance.
"Hentai! Pervert! Baka!" the girl screamed, her face beet-red with embarrassment.
She slammed the door shut with a forceful bang and ran off, her hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Riser stared blankly at the closed door, his expression deadpan. "Well, that was... awkward."
Le Fay let out a nervous laugh, her previous enthusiasm for their session completely gone.
She slid off Riser and snuggled into his chest, burying her face against him as a wave of embarrassment washed over her.
"Do you think your sister will accept me after what she just saw?" she asked hesitantly, her voice muffled against his skin.
"She will," Riser said with calm confidence, wrapping his arms around her.
He couldn't help but smile softly at the way she clung to him.
This was so different from his previous timeline, where sex had been nothing more than a means of physical gratification.
Back then, it had been about women catering to his needs and little else.
But now, with Le Fay, it was different.
He had discovered something far more precious—companionship, warmth, and love.
She wasn't just a body in his bed; she was his partner, someone who mattered to his heart as much as to his body.
Her warmth against him was everything he needed.
"What do you think, Riser? Should I still meet your family? Or explain something to your sister?" Le Fay asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.
The memory of Ravel walking in on their intimate moment was still fresh, and the thought of facing her filled Le Fay with a mix of embarrassment and dread.
Riser stroked her hair gently, his touch reassuring.
"There's no need to pressure yourself. If you'd rather stay here, I'll talk to her myself." He kissed her forehead tenderly, then slid out from under the blanket, wrapping a towel around his waist. "I'll get cleaned up and meet them at the breakfast table."
Le Fay watched him head toward the bathroom, her pout deepening as she noticed the way he casually left her behind.
A mischievous smirk crept onto her lips as an idea formed in her mind.
She decided to follow him and give him a surprise that Riser would never forget.
Smirking to herself, she sneaked into his shower with her bare form and hugged him from behind as the cold water cascaded over them.