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Young Roshi Bonus Chapter 01
🕑 Added 2025-08-09 16:11:14 +0000 UTCI picked Launch up in a bridal carry and took her to the bedroom. She was lust incarnate, her tank top, short skirt combo so erotic, I made her wear it as her uniform because it was as sexy as a maid outfit to me. She had beautiful blue hair and glossy pink, kissable lips that made her sexy even when she was fully clothed. How many times did I get distracted from watching my shows because she was bent over near me, cleaning something, or reaching up on her tippy toes to dust a high surface?
Now that the body made for sex was going to have sex with me. She was a virgin, and I knew it would take some foreplay to get her ready for it. That was why, instead of stripping her out of her clothes, I just lay atop her and kissed her for as long as she could take it. She was flustered and embarrassed at first, but every minute made her more comfortable, every minute made her lean more into my mouth as she reciprocated.
I pulled out my tongue, leaving behind a strand of saliva between us as I broke it and sucked on her bottom lip. By the time I was finished, her lips were puffy and swollen from our kissing. She hadn’t noticed that while my tongue was diving and crashing into hers, I had taken off her clothes. She looked down in embarrassment, but before I could let her think I didn’t find her completely attractive, I kissed her again.
Making my way slowly down her body, I licked, kissed, sucked, and nibbled on every part of her, her nipples hard from excitement as my mouth got distracted with sucking them. She had begun to make cooing noises from pleasure and giggled softly from my tongue tickling her belly button. That was when I finally made it to my target.
No matter how many times I've seen it, I would never get sick of the sight. This time, it wasn’t through peeking in a window or heavily steamed-up shower glass, but right in front of my face. I breathed in her scent first; it smelled sweet like pure honey and tasted just as good. She was already very wet, and the first minute was spent lapping up the juices she had already made as she kept making more.
It was like an endless fountain of one of the most delicious liquids known to man. This is the closest thing to ambrosia humans can have. And I lapped it up like a thirsty dog, making her cooing noises turn into loud wanton moans. I counted three squirting orgasms before I knew she was ready for more. I only knew that because she grabbed my full head of hair and slammed my face down even harder onto her own sex the last time she came.
There was still a dance to having sex; I couldn’t just climb onto her now and start rutting her, she was still a virgin after all. She needed a show. I climbed off the bed as she watched me strip. If I were to design my body, I wouldn’t change a thing. I took off my orange shirt, purple pants, socks, and underwear. My bulging muscles and athletic physique were revealed, and a surprisingly large cock for someone my size.
Getting Launch horny was far more important than diving straight in, even though that was what I wanted. She was beyond wet enough now, but she still needed a show, still needed to feel how attracted I was before I would take her virginity for the first and last time. We would have sex, possibly countless times after today, so I needed to make her first time special.
I sat down near her and just let her play with my member. She lay on her side as she got her face up close to my cock and playfully petted and stroked it, first tentatively, but as I began to moan, she kept getting more and more bold. She was close enough that I could see her nostrils flare as she breathed me in like I did her. I began bucking into her hand when she did something I hadn’t expected her to. She swallowed me all in one go.
I had my head rolled back as I groaned in pleasure, but my head snapped down to see her wide eyes staring back into mine. She began moving slowly. I was surprised by her lack of gag reflex, but some people were just born without one, and as she began to speed up, I was delighted she didn’t have one. I had mostly feigned my enjoyment up to that point; a girl's hands playing with me just wasn’t something that excited me, but her tight throat was something that I really could enjoy.
I couldn’t help but buck up into her as I let her know how much I enjoyed it. It had been over a century since I had sex, but I masturbated daily, multiple times, even in my old age. It meant that while the entire situation was new and amazing, I had built up a surprising resistance to ejaculating. She still pulled my first load out of me as I warned her. “I’m getting close.”
Instead of breaking off her mouth's connection, she only sped up, her hands clasping my ass and pulling me into her face as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. I couldn’t help but erupt at the sight, her mouth draining me as she easily swallowed down everything, my legs unconsciously pulling her more into me, making it impossible for her to break the connection as she stared into my eyes and kept swallowing me.
What would have taken a lesser man minutes to recover from, I was already growing hard again while still inside her mouth. I couldn’t help but throw myself at her after that. I rolled Launch onto her back as I stopped just before breaking the sacred rule and thrusting all the way to the hilt in one go. She didn’t look scared, no, she was just as turned on, if not even more, than I was. There was still a routine to this sort of thing.
I couldn’t just pound her hard and fast from the start, slowly poking into her pussy, I looked at her face and only saw pleasure. Even after piercing her barrier, she only moaned into my neck. Her virgin blood began to dye the bedsheet underneath, which was already thoroughly soaked from our juices. Inch by agonizing inch, I penetrated her, and Launch only moaned louder and louder with every inch.
Just reaching the end of her tunnel, and I was ready to cum again. Once again, there was a routine to this first time, so I asked again. “I’m about to cum. Do you-.” “Yes. I’m ready to become a mother.” It only took a few movements, placing myself as deep as I could, and I began to shoot inside her. Splurt after splurt of my eruption entered her as her womb greedily drank it all, her mature body desperate for children, her pussy coiling even tighter to wring out even more of my cum.
Her legs locking around my back, missionary wasn’t exactly my favorite position, but it was most certainly the best for forming a connection like this. My hands groped her chest, and our lips met again as she moaned in my mouth. She was more than ready to speed up from the start, but now that she had lost her virginity, I knew for sure she was ready for something faster than the lovey-dovey sex we just had.
That night, neither of us slept as I came over and over again into her perfect, voluptuous body. Every orgasm we had brought us that much closer together, as I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life now. Every new position, every new thing we tried for the first time for her, and a pleasant memory for me. We lay across from each other, still heaving from our exertions, as she was completely worn out, our hands interlaced as I asked. “Were you serious… Were you serious about wanting to get pregnant?”
She turned to meet my eyes. “Yes… One of the only things I’ve ever wanted was a big family. It’s well past time for us to get started, so… You’re going to be busy for the foreseeable future making sure you knocked me up.” The slutty words coming from her mouth had me hard again as I got back to work, knocking her up.
