Deflowered

He stood up and inserted a finger into her sex. She moaned, surprised by the desire it aroused in her. He withdrew it, amused, looking at it.

Look, my dear Spider Gwen, you're wet, you like it. I'm going to free you from your moral inhibitions, but first you're going to apologize for what you put me through by hindering my plans. He unzipped his pants, freeing his abnormally large and extremely hard penis, and pulled her hips towards him.

• No, Harry, no, not that, I'm a virgin, I... She fell silent, realizing she wanted him. Her vagina was pulsing with desire.

Harry smiled at Gwen's reaction, her excitement growing as she realized her desire. He moved closer to her, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "You were never a virgin, Gwen. You were just waiting for your master." He slid his fingers along her back, marking every inch of her skin, as she struggled, but her body betrayed its resistance.

He rubbed his head against Gwen's intimate lips for a long moment.

• Admit that you want her inside you.
• No, Harry, I'm not. Oh yes, yes, she is. No, yes... Gwen lost her train of thought, her body wanting to satisfy its desire.

Harry's smile widened when he saw Gwen struggle against her own desires, her body betraying its will.

• Well, I'm going to penetrate you, not to satisfy you, but you deserve to repay your debt to me. It's so great that you will be nothing but a sex **** to me forever.

His head presented itself at the entrance to Gwen's sex and entered her slowly, mercilessly. Her hymen gave way without resistance but with a delicious pain. She was a woman now.

Gwen felt a wave of pain mixed with pleasure as Harry thrust into her. She tried to resist, but her body responded against her will. Every movement he made awakened a passion she had always suppressed. She struggled internally, but her desire took over. Harry smiled at the tears in her eyes, knowing he had won.

He whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, Gwen. No one will ever take you without my consent. You belong to me."

• No, oh yes, oh I...

He filled her more and more. Her vagina tried its best to accommodate him, calling out to him with ripples of pleasure, amplified by her hips urging him to continue, but Harry took his time, tasting the confusion and desire that tortured his prisoner.

Harry's movements intensified, each thrust more violent than the last, he penetrated her with a **** that made her moan with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Gwen felt her body surrendering with every second, her mind breaking little by little. She tried to resist, but her bound hands rendered her powerless. Harry whispered obscene words in her ear, exerting his control over her. Finally, Gwen let go, accepting her fate, and let Harry take possession of her body and soul.

Now he was pounding her savagely. It was no longer Harry Osborn but the Green Goblin who was **** Gwen, a madman in everything he did. But the worst part was that Gwen felt something carnal and primal rising within her. She tried to resist; her orgasm devastated her at the same time as he came inside her, spilling his sperm into her vagina.

After Harry finished, he slowly withdrew, leaving Gwen panting and broken, looking at her with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're mine now," he repeated, his words dripping with venom.

Gwen, still in shock, felt her body bruised, but a part of her, one she didn't want to admit, felt strangely relieved, as if a weight she had carried for so long had just disappeared.

We'll do this again, again and again, until you forget everything that isn't you, and only the thing I long for will remain.