I held myself perfectly still, buried as deep as her body would allow. The heat of her enveloped me, scorching, slick, and impossibly tight, her inner walls fluttering around every inch like a living vice. The mattress creaked faintly beneath us, the only sound besides the ragged drag of our breathing in the dim, golden lamplight.

Sherry lay pinned under me, chest heaving in sharp waves. Sweat traced a glistening path down the hollow of her throat and between the soft, heavy curves of her breasts. Her short brunette hair fanned wildly across the pillow, damp strands clinging to her forehead. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark and glassy, lips parted on shallow, trembling breaths as she struggled to adjust to the thick stretch.

"Okay," I rasped against the shell of her ear, my voice rough. "Now we move."

I braced my palms on either side of her head and eased back. The drag was obscene—her body clung to me with wet, suctioning heat, inner muscles rippling along my shaft as if trying to keep me inside. Her slick folds dragged visibly around my retreating length, glistening under the low light.

A soft, broken sigh slipped from her throat.

I pushed forward again. Halfway in, I met it again: a firm, unyielding barrier that clamped down hard around the head of my cock. Not just tightness. Something deeper. Resistant.

I froze. My gaze snapped to her face.

Fuck. The realization slammed into me like a live wire. She’s a virgin.

Sherry swallowed, throat working visibly, a fresh bead of sweat sliding down her collarbone. Her thighs trembled against my hips. Her hands flew up, palms slapping flat against my chest as her elbows locked, trying to hold me there. Short, terrified gasps made her breasts press tighter to my ribs with every inhale.

"Bram," she choked out, jaw tight, that familiar stubborn line cutting across it. Her lower lip quivered between her teeth.

I stayed anchored right against that tight wall, feeling the heavy throb of her pulse around me, the slick slide of sweat where our skin met. Leaning down, I brushed my lips across her damp forehead, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Sherry... you should’ve told me. We can go slower. Or stop—"

"Don’t." Her voice cut sharp, even through the strain. Her nails dug into my shoulders, scraping. Those dark eyes met mine, hunger burning beneath the discomfort. "You didn’t ask. And I didn’t want you treating me like something breakable." A tiny, bitter smile flickered and died on her lips. "I want this. Just... keep going. Please."

The weight of her words hit hard. This girl who had survived everything with me—Hogsby’s cramped dorms, the Fallen City, every wall that tried to crush us—was handing me the last piece of herself she’d kept hidden.

I nodded, forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingling hot and damp. "Tell me if it hurts. I’ve got you."

Instead of pulling out, I shifted my weight onto my forearms, blanketing her completely. The mattress dipped deeper. I kept my cock pressed firm against that resistant wall and began slow, deliberate circles with my hips. The broad head ground against her, thick and heavy, forcing the tight tissue to stretch by tiny, reluctant fractions. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as sweat and her arousal mixed with the steady leak of my pre-cum, slicking every grind.

Sherry’s head fell back against the pillow. A long, broken whine tore from her throat, throat arched and exposed, pulse hammering visibly beneath flushed skin. Her short nails raked down my back. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch, pushing her slick heat harder against me.

I kept the rhythm mercilessly slow—grinding, pressing, circling—watching her face the entire time. The sharp pinch in her brow gradually smoothed. Her lips parted wider on shaky exhales. The iron grip inside her began to loosen, melting into molten, clinging heat that started to pulse with me instead of against.

"Better?" I breathed against her temple, tasting salt again as I dragged my mouth down to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

She answered with her body—thighs spreading wider, heels digging into the mattress, one hand sliding up to fist in my hair. Her mouth fell open on a soft, stunned gasp as pleasure finally overtook the burn. Her inner walls fluttered, then squeezed in a slow, deliberate ripple that dragged a low groan from my chest.

The barrier yielded.

I drew back slowly, savoring the way her glistening folds clung and dragged along every veined inch. Then I drove forward in one smooth, powerful stroke—burying myself to the hilt in one slick, devastating glide.

Her back arched hard off the bed, breasts pressing flush against my chest. A raw, desperate cry spilled from her lips, echoing in the small room as her walls clamped down around me in rhythmic, fluttering waves.

[LEWD LEVELING SYSTEM]

[Sherry Vayne. Temporary copy. Level 4.]

[You can charge her and boost her ability. Every moan levels her up.]

[Warning: personal preference only.]

[But it’s guaranteed to be a night you’ll remember.]

[Note: pregnancy risk.]

I’m down to it, whatever it may cost, I told it.

The glowing text shattered into a swirling cloud of golden pixels that burst outward like sparks before dissolving into nothing. The shift hit instantly.

A searing molten heat bloomed deep inside Sherry’s core, visible as a sudden flush racing across her chest and up her throat. Her inner walls surged with greedy, rhythmic pulses—clenching, tilting, and rippling upward in hot, wet waves that locked around the head of my cock and pulled hard, as if her body was desperately trying to milk every drop from me. Her slick folds visibly fluttered and tightened, glistening even wetter under the lamplight.

Sherry’s eyes flew wide, pupils blown black. A gasping, dazed cry tore from her open mouth as her back bowed sharply again, nipples tight and flushed. Her fingers twisted tighter in my hair, nails scraping my scalp while her thighs clamped hard around my hips, trembling with the new intensity.

I locked my gaze on hers, a dark primal thrill surging through me at the sight, her skin glowing with fresh sweat, muscles twitching visibly under the surface, her whole body responding like it was waking up to something far more powerful. The levels were already rising with every broken sound she made. Her body would grow stronger, hotter, more dangerously addictive beneath me.

And the night had only just begun.