Chapter 506: Chapter 506- Time Freeze Pain

His cock hung between his thighs — still heavy, still thick, the crimson length of it glistening with what the two of them had produced together, the head still flushed and full. Not soft. A sex demon does not finish in the way a human man finishes — the edge had been crossed but the mechanism had not stopped, the arousal still running at baseline, the cock still present and interested and pointing with mild but genuine attention at the frozen body above him.

He looked at the woman who was not a husband.

She hung in the stopped time in her final configuration: shirt open and hanging from her shoulders, small tits bare, nipples hard from the chill or from what his tongue had done to her clit, trousers at mid-thigh, underwear pulled down. Her face forward. Her jaw set. Her tears on her cheeks.

And Rika between his feet and hers — limp, wrecked, unconscious, lying exactly between the legs of the woman she loved without knowing it.

Raven tilted his head.

He reached up.

His hands found the frozen hips and adjusted — a slight tilt, just enough to change the angle, bringing the hairy pussy forward and down by three inches. The temporal field pushed back against him and he pushed back against the temporal field, the casual overcalculation of a demon whose physical presence outweighs most magic by simple mass.

The hips moved.

The pussy adjusted.

He looked at it.

Then he looked at his cock.

He pressed the head of it against the hairy outer lips and rubbed — not entering, not yet, just cleaning. The slow drag of his cock head through the soft hair, through the outer folds, clearing the remnants of Rika from the crimson head with the warm, soft friction of untouched labia.

The pussy was slick with his saliva and the aphrodisiac that had been soaking into the walls for the last ten minutes.

The body inside the temporal field trembled against the field.

He rubbed the head against the slit again.

Slow. Back and forth.

The labia spread slightly against his cock head without him pushing — the body’s own arousal working against it, the swollen lips parting with the soft give of flesh that had been thoroughly prepared.

He looked up at her face.

"What if," he said, conversationally, "I take your virginity right now?"

The temporal field held.

The jaw clenched.

A third tear produced itself.

He smiled.

The smile of a demon who has tormented people for longer than memory and knows exactly which smile to use for exactly this situation.

He pressed forward.

One inch.

The labia spread around his cock head and the hairy outer lips framed the intrusion and he watched the folds part for the first width of him — the inner walls pink and slick and gripping immediately, tighter than Rika by a significant margin, the untouched musculature closing around him with the full desperate grip of a virgin body that does not know what it is doing but is doing it hard.

The frozen jaw cracked.

Not metaphorically. Not an expression. The jaw muscles, fighting the temporal field with everything she had, produced a visible tremor in the suspended face — the teeth pressing together, the tendons in the neck pulling, the shoulders straining against the magic that was holding her.

Blood appeared at her lower lip where her teeth had broken the skin.

Two inches.

He felt the hymen.

The thin membrane pressed back against his cock head — resistant, present, the last intact border of a body that had maintained this particular defense for its entire existence. He pressed against it and it held and he felt the boundary of it clearly.

He looked at her eyes.

Still forward. Still frozen in the direction they had been pointing when the time stopped.

But the muscles around them had moved.

Very slightly. The way the eyes of a person who cannot move still communicate — the strain around the lids, the tightness at the corners, the quality of the gaze that was no longer simply frozen mid-expression but was actively, desperately trying to close.

She was looking directly at Rika’s unconscious face between her own feet.

He understood then.

She was not fighting the temporal field to escape him.

She was fighting it to look away from her wife.

"Congratulations," he said, his cock pressed against the hymen, his voice carrying the warm pleasantness of a demon who means every word, "for becoming a woman today."

He looked down.

Rika’s face was in the dirt.

Her lashes were wet.

Her lips were slightly open.

He leaned down toward Rika’s unconscious ear and said, entirely conversationally:

"Should I give your husband a cock?"

The unconscious woman murmured.

It was not words. It was the deep, soft, barely-conscious response of a body that could still hear even when the mind was gone — the hum of someone who is asleep but processing.

He pressed his mouth closer to her ear.

"Say yes." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She murmured again.

Louder. The sound climbing toward something. Her fingers in the dirt curling.

"Yes," he said, for her, with her, the word filling in the gap.

And from her mouth, barely:

"Yes... yes... please... Dragon Lord... give him... a cock..."

Her voice trailed back under. Her fingers uncurled. Her body went fully still.

He straightened.

He looked at the hymen.

He snapped his fingers.

He snapped his hips.

PHAAAAACK—

The sound that broke the temporal field was not a crack.

It was a scream.

The field shattered outward from a single point — not unraveling, not dissolving, simply unable to contain what the body inside it was producing, the scream tearing through the suspension like a stone through glass, the temporal magic fracturing around the raw output of a woman who had just had her virginity taken by the cock of an incubus demon.

The scream tore through the stopped afternoon.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAANGHH~~!!!!!!"

Not muffled. Not filtered. Raw and full and terrible and real.

Her shirt swayed. Her small tits shook. Her whole suspended body trembled against the remnants of the fractured field, the magic holding her statue-still everywhere except the places that were reacting — and everything was reacting.

He looked down.

His cock was inside her.

Three inches. The hymen gone. The blood appearing immediately — a thin, warm trickle running down his shaft, down his balls, falling from there in drops down through the air, landing on the back of Rika’s unconscious neck and sliding down her spine.

He watched the blood fall on his wife’s back.

The frozen woman’s jaw was shaking.

Her belly was visible where the shirt had parted — flat, pale, and now with a faint, impossible outline pressing outward from the inside. The shape of his cock bulging through the abdominal wall, the profile of the head visible under the skin where it pressed into depth that had never been occupied.

He watched the outline.

He pushed one more inch.

The belly bulge shifted forward.

He heard the sound from above him — not a scream this time, not a moan, but the deep, pressured exhalation of a body managing something at the absolute ceiling of what it can manage.

The breath pushed out through clenched teeth, the jaw so tight it was white, the tendons in her throat standing out like cords.

"Unhhaaa~ Haaa~ Hhmmm~"