Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 343: R18 For Saving, Charlotte Lost Her Purity

Charlotte was shocked to hear this, but after some thinking, she nodded. After all, she is already going to die, so what is there to worry about in the future?

Seeing her nodding, Daina stood up from there, and Charlotte came here.

After coming here, Charlotte started feeling blushed.

Although she has said so much, saying and doing it were different things.

Charlotte noticed Diana was staring at her, "Are you going to keep staring?"

"Yes, after all, he is my lover, if you do something to harm him," Daina replied to her, but in reality she wanted to see from herself, how this pure maiden expression will be. When she is doing it.

Charlotte humphed, but she didn’t argue with her, and started undressing herself.

Charlotte’s robe slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing a simple linen undergarment that did little to conceal her figure. As she reached up to untie the strings at her neck, the fabric fell away, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the chamber.

They were a perfect handful, firm and round with rosy nipples that tightened in response to the chill. The pale skin was unblemished, save for a small beauty mark just above her left breast. Her ribcage tapered down to a slender waist, accentuating the gentle swell of her bosom.

Charlotte’s cheeks flushed deeper as she felt Daina’s gaze raking over her bare torso. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly self-conscious under the other woman’s scrutiny. But then she remembered why she was doing this for Sharky’s sake and steeled herself to continue.

Charlotte’s slender neck flowed gracefully into her shoulders, the pale skin smooth and unblemished. Her collarbone was delicate, yet strong enough to support the weight of her breasts. As she took a deep breath, they rose and fell enticingly, drawing the eye to their perfect symmetry.

Her waist nipped in sharply before flaring out to hips that were made for bearing children. The linen skirt hugged her curves lovingly, outlining the gentle swell of her bottom and the long, toned legs beneath. Even fully clothed from the waist down, Charlotte’s beauty was breathtaking.

Her skin was like fresh cream, unmarred by any blemish or scar. It seemed to glow softly in the dim light of the chamber, inviting touch. Charlotte’s hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, the dark locks contrasting starkly with her fair complexion.

There was an innocence about her that was both alluring and disarming. She moved with a natural grace, each gesture fluid and unselfconscious.

Charlotte’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for the ties of her skirt. She loosened them slowly, the fabric sliding down her legs to pool at her feet. Beneath, she wore only a simple linen shift that clung to her curves. The thin material did little to hide the dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs.

She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to Sharky, her eyes never leaving his face. Slowly, she reached for the tie of his robe, her fingers brushing against his chest as she loosened it. The robe fell open, revealing his muscular torso.

Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

Charlotte’s gaze traveled over Sharky’s naked form, taking in every inch of his sculpted muscles and smooth skin. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath, completely unaware of her scrutiny. She felt a flutter in her stomach at the sight of him so vulnerable and exposed.

Her eyes drifted lower, over his flat abdomen and the trail of dark hair that led down to his manhood. Even in his unconscious state, it was impressive, lying heavy against his thigh. Charlotte’s face burned with embarrassment and something else she couldn’t quite name.

She forced herself to look away, her heart pounding in her chest. What was she doing? She had never seen a man naked before, let alone touched one intimately.

But after some courage, she held his limp Dragon. She didn’t know how this would enter inside her, if it was limp.

It felt heavy and warm in her grasp, the skin smooth as silk. She could barely wrap her fingers around its circumference, marveling at the size of it.

She looked down at the juncture between her own legs, wondering how something so large could possibly fit inside her tiny opening. The thought sent a shiver of apprehension through her, but also a strange flutter of excitement.

But then she noticed, the limp dragon can’t enter inside her.

She started panicking by embarrassment, she didn’t know how it would be erected.

Then she noticed Diana was still staring at them.

Her eyes widened in horror as she realized Diana was still watching, a smug smile playing on her lips. The memory stone glowed softly in her hand, recording every intimate detail of the scene. Charlotte felt violated, exposed.

"What are you doing?" she cried out, her voice trembling with outrage and embarrassment.

Diana chuckled, lowering the stone. "Just documenting history, my dear. After all, this is a momentous occasion, the great Sharky’s first time being serviced by a maiden."

Charlotte’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she asked the question, her voice barely above a whisper. "How... how does it enter inside me?"

Diana smirked, setting the memory stone aside. She stepped closer to them, her eyes roving over Sharky’s naked form appreciatively. "Well, my innocent little Charlotte, it’s quite simple really."

She reached out and gently parted Charlotte’s legs, exposing her virgin folds to the cool air. "First, you need to get him hard," she said, gesturing to Sharky’s still sleeping Dragon. "Keep stroking him like that until he swells and stiffens."

Charlotte nodded hesitantly, wrapping her hand around Sharky once more and resuming her tentative strokes. She watched in fascination as his flesh began to thicken and lengthen slowly in her grip.

"That’s it," Diana encouraged. "Now, once he’s fully erect, you’ll need to guide him to your entrance."

"Okay, you go, let’s me do this," Charlotte said in a blushing tone, she held his Dragon and guided it towards her Sacred Forest.

"As you wish," Daina said, she went back a little far, but she didn’t stop looking at them. With a mischievous smile.

Charlotte used the full force and then his Dragon’s head entered inside her Sacred Forest.

"Aaaahhhh," She cried in pain.

This was her first time, so she didn’t know it would hurt her.

Still, she didn’t stop here.

With a little force, his Dragon again entered inside her Sacred Forest, and collided with the bloody gate of her Sacred Forest.

Charlotte gasped sharply as Sharky’s dragon was still stopped in her bloody gate.

Then she used more force, and then the Dragon pierced through her maidenhead.

The bloody gate was destroyed, and blood smeared his Dragon.

At the same time, a searing pain radiating through her core. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she bit her lip to stifle a scream, not wanting to wake him.

She felt that a hot rod was entered inside her and it burned her from inside.

She could feel the hot, sticky blood coating her inner thighs as she slowly lowered herself onto his length. The sensation was overwhelming the pain, the fullness, the intimacy of it all. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed.

Diana watched with rapt attention, her own arousal evident in the flush of her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "That’s it," she breathed encouragingly. "Take him deep inside you."

Charlotte whimpered softly as she felt Sharky’s dragon bump against something deep within her womb, perhaps? The pain was subsiding now, replaced by a strange tingling sensation that started in her core and spread outwards.

Charlotte’s hips began to move of their own accord, rocking gently against Sharky as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. The tingling sensation grew stronger, morphing into something more intense pleasure.

She gasped as it washed over her, her nails digging into Sharky’s chest. His dragon slid in and out of her sacred forest, coated in their mingled blood and fluids. The wet sounds of their joining filled the chamber, accompanied by Charlotte’s soft whimpers and pants.

Diana’s eyes were locked on the sight of Sharky’s thick member disappearing into Charlotte’s tight channel.

Charlotte’s hips moved with increasing urgency, her pleasure overriding the initial pain. She rode Sharky’s dragon with a fervor that surprised even herself, driven by a desperate need to heal him before her time ran out.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the pale mounds flushed and heaving. Sweat beaded on her brow and trickled down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone. The scent of their lovemaking permeated the air, musk and sweat and something uniquely Charlotte.

Diana watched, enraptured, as Charlotte chased her own release. The sight of the innocent maiden transformed into a wanton creature of pleasure was almost too much to bear.

As Charlotte’s hips undulated against Sharky, his injuries began to heal at an astonishing rate. The gashes and bruises faded, his skin knitting back together seamlessly.

Charlotte gasped as she felt the change, her eyes widening in shock. She hadn’t realized that her very essence could heal him so profoundly. A sense of wonder and awe filled her, mixing with the building pleasure in her core.

Diana noticed the transformation as well, her gaze flicking between Sharky’s rapidly healing body and Charlotte’s flushed face. She bit her lip, torn between envy and admiration for the maiden’s power.

As Charlotte continued to ride Sharky, she felt a strange sensation spreading through her body. It was as if a weight was lifting, a darkness receding. The poison that had been slowly killing her began to dissipate, drawn out by the intimate connection and the healing energy flowing from Sharky.

Her skin flushed with renewed vitality, the pallor of sickness fading away. Her breaths came easier, her lungs no longer constricted by the toxic venom. She could feel strength returning to her limbs, the weakness that had plagued her for so long ebbing away.

But Charlotte was oblivious to these changes, lost in the throes of passion and the desperate need to heal Sharky completely before her own time ran out. She rode him harder, faster, chasing their mutual release with singleminded focus.

An hour had passed, and Charlotte showed no signs of stopping. She was lost in a haze of pleasure and desperation, driven by an instinctual need to heal Sharky completely. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding against him, taking him deeper with each thrust.

Diana watched with growing envy and frustration. She had wanted to be the one to initiate Sharky’s first time, to claim him for herself. But Charlotte agreed with her demand, so she let her go.

The chamber was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, Charlotte’s breathy moans and whimpers, the creaking of the bed beneath them. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled sweat and arousal.

Diana’s hand crept between her legs, rubbing herself through her robes as she watched. She couldn’t deny the eroticism of the scene before her, even as jealousy gnawed at her heart.

Diana’s eyes were glued to the point where Sharky’s dragon disappeared into Charlotte’s sacred forest. She could see the thick shaft sliding in and out, coated in their mingled fluids. The sight was incredibly erotic, the primal rhythm of their lovemaking hypnotic.

Charlotte’s hips rose and fell, meeting Sharky’s thrusts with increasing fervor. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and flushed. She was lost in the throes of passion, her face contorted in ecstasy.

Diana’s own arousal grew with each passing moment. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the intimate joining, her fingers moving faster between her legs. She imagined it was her being penetrated by Sharky’s magnificent dragon, being filled completely.

Charlotte’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her in intense waves of pleasure. She screamed, her voice echoing off the chamber walls as she convulsed around Sharky’s dragon. Her inner muscles clamped down, milking him for all he was worth.

Sharky followed soon after, his hips jerking spasmodically as he spilled his seed deep into Charlotte’s womb. Jet after jet of hot cum filled her, mixing with their earlier fluids and blood to create a sticky mess.

Diana watched, panting heavily, as Sharky’s dragon pulsed and throbbed inside Charlotte. She could see the outline of it through Charlotte’s stomach, the sheer size of it breathtaking. With a final shudder, Sharky collapsed back onto the ground, utterly spent.

Charlotte slumped over him, her body limp and sated. She was barely conscious, drifting in a haze of postorgasmic bliss. The chamber was silent save for their ragged breaths and the occasional drip of fluid from Charlotte’s abused sacred forest.

But seeing that, she fell on him.

"Charlotte, quickly stood up, if you didn’t want him to find out, that just now you lost your purity to him, and also dressed him," Diana’s voice came in Charlotte’s ears.

"Yes," Charlotte nodded, and quickly pushed herself off of Sharky, her legs trembling as she stood. She grabbed her discarded clothes and began to dress hurriedly, wincing slightly at the soreness between her legs. The sticky mess that coated her thighs served as a reminder of what had just transpired.

Diana had already composed herself, her robes neat and tidy. She moved to Sharky’s side and began to dress him as well, pulling his trousers up over his hips and fixing his robe. She worked efficiently, her movements practiced.

Together, they managed to remove all the evidence. Any evidence of their passionate encounter was erased, leaving no trace behind.