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However, Henry wasn't done. Isolde, with half-closed eyes, saw him undress with disconcerting confidence. He first took off his glasses, ruffling his hair to look like a rebellious bad boy. Then, he took off his shirt, revealing an intricate tattoo on his sculpted abs. Isolde blinked, stunned. *A tattoo? Him?*
He continued, stripping off the rest of his clothes, exposing his long, hard member, pulsing with desire. Isolde swallowed, knowing full well what was coming next. She felt vulnerable, weak, dominated – without the strength to resist.
Henry positioned himself at her entrance, his member pressing against her. "Get ready, sweetheart," he whispered in a deep voice. "I'm going to make you scream."
Without hesitation, he inserted himself into her roughly, tearing her hymen. "AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" she screamed in pain, tears in her eyes at the intrusion into her virgin walls.
Once fully inside her, Henry stilled for a moment, caressing her cheek. "Well, who would have thought that our beautiful and fierce Isolde wasn't quite what we imagined? Don't worry, I'm going to make you have a great time for your first time. You'll never forget... On the contrary, you'll be asking for more."
He withdrew slowly, almost all the way, before inserting himself again, repeating the movement steadily, building a hypnotic rhythm. Isolde, suffering his assaults, with half-closed eyes, thought: *Fuck, how can he be so... I don't know what to say. He's supposed to be a saint, but with this tattoo and this... massive contraption. And the way he uses it, he's not a novice.*
"Aaah... Fuck... You're so good, Isolde... Aah... And to think you were a virgin all this time," Henry grunted with an amused smile, continuing his thrusts while kneading her breasts wildly. He occasionally leaned down to suck and bite her nipples hungrily, making her moan louder.
Isolde, disconnected from reality, moans: "Aah... Aah... Hen... Hen... Ho..."
Henry sped up, the sound of their skin slapping echoing through the empty room. Isolde's eyes fell on a locket on the floor – fallen from his pocket when he tore his blouse. *But what happened? Where did I go wrong? I was supposed to be in Ray's arms, not Henry's...*
She was brought out of her thoughts by a powerful thrust. "Henry... Aah... Henry... Aah," she moaned before cumming violently, her body contracting around him.
After three more powerful thrusts, Henry came inside her, going deep for a few minutes before pulling out. He admired her entrance, soaked with a little blood and his seed, a satisfied smile on his lips.
Isolde, exhausted, had lost consciousness. Henry looked at her, hesitant. Then, with a sigh, he returned to her, took off his jacket and passed it to her to cover his bare chest and his tattered clothes. He lifted her in his arms and took her with him, walking through the door into the stranger.