ImpSyndrome

This one took me WAY too long, but I finally finished it. Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for: the hArtists-exclusive Chapter 3.5 of Tales from the Nexus!!

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((The following entry is meant only for the eyes of those who would follow my footsteps; only they may be privy to the details which will be included herein, for this entry documents one of the more sensitive encounters I have experienced in the Nexus to date.))

Day 4: Hour 5

I deliberately took my time dimming the lights in the Room; although I was all too eager to test my lover's virgin flesh, I was not entirely sure of how I ought to go about it. After all, I was new to the process of intercourse as well; it would be as much an experiment for me as it would for her. This made me extremely nervous; I wasn't entirely sure if I was even prepared for it. The only thing that kept me from backing out of it was my determination to fulfill my promise to Ophelia: to teach her anything she wished to learn to the best of my own ability. Not ready to break my promise, I brought the Room's lighting to a minimum, then locked the door with a wave of my hand to ensure that we would not be disturbed. My preparations complete, I turned back to Ophelia, whose outline I could barely recognize in the pale light, and I slowly approached her, unsure if I ought to even make the first move. Thankfully, I did not find much need to think about it; once I had closed the distance, she took pre-emptive motions, pulling me in close by my shoulders and pressing her lips firmly to mine. As she pried my lips apart, her tongue began exploring my mouth, mixing her own saliva with mine. The sensation was strange and exciting at the same time, so I tried returning the favor; as I did, she pushed her tongue against mine, creating an oddly-sensual rubbing that caught me by surprise. Amazed at how dominant she was, I broke free of her grip just long enough to catch my breath and admire how daring she had been.

As Ophelia closed the gap between us again, she grabbed the lower trim of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, dropping it to one side as she examined my bare skin. As she ran her silky-smooth hands over my naked torso, she gave me a look that radiated a longing for similar affection, as if she could not survive without it. Driven by some hidden impulse, I followed her example, slowly and gently lifting her shirt over her head, exposing her upper body but for the bra around her chest. Of course, she would be wearing one; of all the blasted devices on the planet, the one barring our progress would HAVE to be the only one I could not disarm. Thankfully, Ophelia was willing to take care of that problem for me; in a matter of seconds, she unfastened the strap and discarded the garment, exposing her well-developed breasts. I slowly ran one hand over her chest, admiring their firmness and observing as she initially flinched at my touch, as I stepped around behind her, asking one last time if she was prepared to go through this. Once she voiced her determination, I gently began to massage her whole upper body from the shoulders down. Every so often, I would hear her whimper softly, but not in protest; I believed that she was simply unaccustomed to such stimulation, and I hoped that it was some indication that she was enjoying it as much as I was. My hands slowly wandered down to her waist, and she flinched for a second as my fingers approached the lip of her jeans; I tried to pull away, afraid that I was moving too quickly, but my assumption was dashed when she grabbed my right wrist and planted it firmly between her legs, breathlessly pleading me not to stop.

Obliging Ophelia's request, I undid the fly on her skin-tight jeans and carefully reached one hand down between the rough denim and her panties. As I massaged her crotch through her panties, she started squirming a bit, but she bit her lower lip to keep silent and held my forearm firmly in place. This continued for another thirty seconds, until her body became tense and she let out a loud, erotic moan that echoed around the dimly-lit Room. Knowing that she was close to her climax, I stopped for a moment and gave her a moment to catch her breath, putting one hand on her shoulder to steady her. A few seconds later, I slipped my hand into her panties and ran my middle and index fingers along the rim of her opening; she cried out again as she lost control of her body, the stimulation being apparently more than she could handle. It took only a few strokes to bring her to a powerful orgasm; her whole body became tense, then shook in a violent spasm as she reached the point of climax. As the effects of the over-stimulation wore upon her, her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor; I allowed her to lean back against me as she slowly dropped to her knees, my one hand still buried beneath her clothes. Once she had come to rest on the ground, I removed my hand from her body, noting that some kind of bodily fluid had been ejected from her vagina at the point of orgasm; my fingers were coated with the stuff, so I summoned a cloth from the Room's expanse and wiped them clean.

Knowing that Ophelia was probably drenched in her own juices as well, I knelt down beside her, sat her down on the floor, and proceeded to delicately assist her in removing her jeans. Surprisingly, it did not take so much effort to take them off; I imagined that it had likely been more trouble for her to fit into them than it was to get out of them again. I hesitated slightly when I reached to pull down her underwear, but when I reminded myself that my hand had been in those panties not sixty seconds earlier, I shook off my anxieties and pulled them to her ankles. As I had thought, her genital area was damp with the same fluid that had covered my fingers, so I used the handkerchief to dry her off. I ought to have thought about the situation a bit more, though; as I moved the kerchief closer to her opening, Ophelia shivered and let out a low moan, prompting me to recoil slightly. Once she calmed down, I leaned in closer and steadied my hand, focusing to avoid a similar reaction, but before I could start wiping her off again, she slowly stood up and, once she had regained her balance, pulled me to my feet with one hand. Once I was standing up, she deftly undid the buckle of my belt, opened up the fly of my pants, and gave me another lust-filled stare that I immediately interpreted as an indication of her desire to move past the foreplay.

As Ophelia stepped out of the undergarments at her feet and kicked them aside, I removed my jeans and my briefs in one quick movement, tossing them into a far corner of the room. Ophelia took a seat on the floor again and laid back, spreading her legs apart and staring at me with a very expectant expression on her face; guessing that she wanted me to take the lead role, I knelt down, edging towards her apprehensively. Once I was close enough, I reached down to my hardened member and propped its head against Ophelia's opening; I heard her gasp, but she didn't move, so I assumed that she was simply reacting to the physical stimulation. Once she relaxed somewhat, I put my arms around her legs, took a deep breath, and pushed my hips forward; inch by inch, my penis slid into her, its entry aided slightly by the moistened walls of her vagina.

A shout left Ophelia's mouth as I penetrated her, which confounded me; she seemed to be in pain, but she did not attempt to resist further penetration. I stopped for a moment to give her some breathing room, but that was not what she had in mind; once she noticed my hesitation, she crossed her legs behind me and pulled me further forward, until our thighs met and my shaft was completely buried in her. I felt something moist slide past my penis; I looked down to see what it was, assuming that she was secreting more of that viscous humour she had released during her previous orgasm. When I recalled her previous fit, however, realizing that she had been shaking and moaning with pleasure, I understood that I had just broken her hymen, and that the liquid now slowly trickling down her crotch was blood. The idea that I had caused Ophelia pain and drawn blood from her weighed heavily upon me initially, but the idea that she would be upset with me for it could not have been farther from the truth; she softly called my name, making my heart skip once, gently reached up to my face, taking my head in her hands and drawing me close to hers, and kissed me softly. At that moment, I understood that she knew how painful it would be to lose her virginity and that she had chosen to commit her body to me regardless of that pain. That knowledge made it easier for me to move past my inner conflict and finish what I had started.

Once Ophelia loosened the leg-lock she had put on me earlier, I slowly drew myself out of her, my hands anchored on the ground on either side of her, until half the length of my lower member was exposed. My lover voiced some impatience and advised me to improve my pace; I was still overcautious about causing her further harm, but in light of her request, I did as she instructed. I painstakingly forced myself into a slow but steady rhythm, noticing that my movements seemed to go more smoothly with every consecutive thrust; I supposed that it was something like a molding effect, as if I had to widen her opening before I could enter it easily. After settling on a steady rhythm of movement, my thought process began to shift in accordance with my state of arousal; instead of observing my interactions with Ophelia and analyzing them in turn, I simply went through the motions, letting myself get lost in the newfound physical stimulation I was experiencing. Sweat began to form on our naked skin as the friction of each thrust poured more and more heat into our bodies; the both of us began to moan softly, overwhelmed by a powerful sensation of ecstacy.

In another two or three minutes, I felt the walls of Ophelia's vagina tighten, wrapping around my manhood and squeezing it from all sides; I lost my breath for a moment, not expecting such a strong surge of stimulation all at once. Judging by the sudden tightness and by the way her moans had become much more audible, I guessed that she was close to her climax. In truth, I was also on the brink of orgasm myself; I knew it wouldn't even be thirty seconds before I reach my own breaking point. As Ophelia arched her back, she started turning onto her side; taking that as an opprotunity to change her position, I put both hands on her left leg and lifted over my shoulder. Once I had steadied her against my chest, I took hold of her hefted leg for leverage and brought my hips back up to hers again; instead of resuming a slow and gradual rhythm of movement, however, I opted to pick up the pace and use more of my brute strength, resulting in a moderately fast and strong series of thrusts. At that rate, it took less than fifteen seconds for Ophelia to reach her orgasm, and I followed shortly thereafter. I felt my entire body become tense as Ophelia cried out in pleasure, and I felt her body shake violently with the force of her climax. I held her hips up to mine as I expelled my virgin seed into her, trying to catch my breath; after the initial burst, I let off a few more shots of my semen before finally running dry and pulling myself free of her. Exhausted, I let myself drop to the floor next to Ophelia, facing towards her while I strained for fresh air. Totally in love with her, I edged forward and hugged her close, wrapping my legs around hers as she accepted my love and returned it with a gentle yet passionate kiss.

Pulling away from me, Ophelia breathlessly whispered, "That was...amazing...I want more..." I chuckled at her proposal; knowing that I was not up for another round with her right away, I politely refused, saying, "Forgive me, my love, but...a man has limits where a woman does not...I'll not have the stamina for another go tonight; unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to do much with you until tomorrow. Let's save the second round for tomorrow; it'll give us something to look forward to."

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Right, and now I can start on the artist chapters, starting with UsakosKitty. Once I chat with her about what she will and won't allow, I'll start writing right away.

In the meantime, here's the list of hArtists who I need to do chapters for. I'm going to try and do them in this order.

--UsakosKitty featuring: herself - IN PROGRESS!!
--QuadManXXX featuring: Valerie and Marishka
--Gnomduploom featuring: Rene
--UsakoMan featuring: himself
--Steveman featuring: Steve and Yumi
--Dark-Kuja featuring: Janette and Jenny
--Chaosflare featuring: Chaos
--Dead-Dolls featuring: Melissa
--Ultamisia featuring: Aurlena
--Jezebel1669 featuring: Divebomb and Slice
--SpaceCoyote featuring: Levistus and Elyria
--Thebenja featuring: himself
--jenniforth featuring: herself
--thetruehentaiaddict featuring: Maria