At eight in the evening, David arrived at the Apple Tavern as promised. He thought it would be a private invitation, but he realized he was wrong when he saw the whole tactical team there. It felt more like a team bonding event.
"Hey, Barry, you're here early," David said with a smile, familiar with the tactical team.
"Not early. It's evening now," Barry replied. He was a serious, steady man with a strong sense of justice. At first, he looked down on David, but after some events, he came to respect him. They were similar at heart, just with different methods. As long as the results were the same, it was fine.
As they chatted, the door opened, and someone else walked in.
Jill wore casual clothes today: a sleeveless top with straps around her neck, a short skirt, and high boots. She looked youthful and cool, like her classic game style, with a towel tied at her waist, maybe for wiping sweat after a run.
Seeing Jill's striking outfit, David's eyes lit up. * She's gorgeous, * he thought.
"Keep working hard," Barry said with a small smile, patting David's shoulder. "If you want something, go for it. Don't regret missing your chance."
Motivated, David walked over to Jill. He needed a woman like her in his life. "Hey, Jill, you look amazing tonight."
Jill smiled back. "Not as good as the women on the street."
"To me, you're the most beautiful," David said, gesturing invitingly. "Want to grab a drink?"
"Sure," Jill agreed without hesitation. If David hadn't saved her earlier that day, she wouldn't have joined him. She didn't like him much and even felt they were too different. His shady dealings made it clear he wasn't a good guy.
* Perfect, time to get her drunk, * David thought with a sly grin.
They sat down, and David ordered a strong cocktail. "I hate chaos. I had to fend for myself as a kid, so I know how cruel reality is. It's a mess. You either enjoy it or fight it. I chose to fight. I can't die, and I don't want to."
Jill listened, resting her face on her hand, sipping her drink. She could hold her liquor well. As David spoke, her view of him started to shift.
Barry stopped anyone from interrupting them, happy to see them connect.
"So, you had it tough? I'm sorry, I misjudged you," Jill said, raising her glass. "To you."
"No worries. You only know someone after spending time with them. You're the most beautiful woman I've met, strong and independent. I like you," David said openly.
Jill brushed her hair back, looking feminine. "Thanks, but I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now."
"I like your honesty. Even if there's no chance now, we can be friends. I want to be a good friend. I'm not a saint, but I'm not a villain either. With you around, I'll stick to my principles," David said smoothly, not expecting to win her over on the first try.
"You're interesting," Jill said with a laugh, and they kept drinking. Before they knew it, they had gone through several bottles of cocktails.
David was fine, having drunk yogurt earlier to line his stomach and slow the alcohol. Jill, however, was tipsy. David's stories about his rise from a street thug to a patrol officer fascinated her. His gritty, relatable journey drew her in.
After a few rounds, both were a bit drunk. David checked the time. "It's late. Let me walk you home. You must be tired."
"No need. I can get back myself," Jill said, holding her head and shaking it.
"I'm not letting you go alone like this. We're friends, and it's on my way. I have something to do later," David insisted.
Jill didn't ask what he was doing. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay."
They didn't drive since they had been drinking. Instead, they took a taxi to Jill's place.
Jill lived in a small, affordable single apartment with a tiny living room, a bedroom, and a small kitchen. At the building entrance, she turned to David. "Thanks, I'm here."
"Good night," David said, starting to leave. Then he turned back. "Wait, Jill."
"What's up?" she asked, confused.
"Can I use your bathroom?" David asked, spreading his hands with a sheepish look.
Jill burst out laughing. The idea of a tough guy like David needing to borrow her bathroom was hilarious. "Fine, come with me."
* Yes, a reason to get into her apartment, * David thought, thrilled.
Inside, David used the bathroom, shaking his penis, which was thick and twenty centimeters long. * Tonight, I finally get some action, * he thought. He had saved himself for this moment.
Jill was in the living room, smoking, with a beer on the table. "You can go now."
David didn't leave. He picked up the beer and drank. "Thanks for the drink."
Jill got up to use the bathroom. "You're welcome."
David pulled out a sleeping pill, very effective, and opened another beer. He poured it into a glass and dropped the pill in.
Jill came back, still tipsy, and glanced at David. "You're still here?"
"I'll leave soon. Just need a moment. Mind if I sit?" David said with a smile. "Want a drink?"
Jill grabbed a water glass from the fridge instead. "Do what you want. I'm dizzy. Just lock the door when you leave." She didn't know David had slipped a drug into her water too.
After a while, David stood up. It was time to act.
He tried the handle of Jill's bedroom door. It was locked. * She's cautious, * he thought, smiling. He pulled out professional lockpicking tools. His crew included thieves, so getting tools like these was easy.
With a click, the door unlocked.
David peeked inside. The room was small, and rain poured outside. Jill was fast asleep on the bed, snoring softly from the drug. It didn't ruin her charm; it made her seem cute.
A blanket covered her stomach. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her ten pale toes curled slightly, adorable and exciting for David, who loved feet. His penis hardened, saluting Jill's beauty.
Her long, strong legs, toned from exercise, looked healthy and sleek. Her calves curved perfectly, and her toes were delicate, forming a tempting picture. * I could lose it just looking at her, * David thought, feeling like a beast.
He closed the door, locking it. His desire for Jill was unstoppable. His life had been full of killing to survive. He refused to sleep with prostitutes, saving his first time for someone like Jill.
Plus, according to his "Joyful Union" technique, a virgin pairing with a virgin could boost the effect fourfold. It was a great deal, and taking Jill was something he couldn't wait to do.
He touched Jill to confirm she was out. Then he lifted her top. Most women didn't wear bras to bed, and Jill was no exception, saving him effort. His rough hands grabbed her large breasts.
Only by holding them did David realize how full and soft they were. * Incredible, * he thought.
Jill moaned softly, a natural reaction to the touch, heightened by the alcohol and drug.
Her moan excited David more. He sucked her nipple hard, pulling it with his lips. Her virgin scent filled his nose. Her breasts alone could make him climax, and her legs? He could play with them for a year.
His trembling hands slid off her skirt and lacy panties, revealing a smooth, hairless vagina. Its thick lips were plump, like a perfect bun. * A legendary hairless beauty, * he thought. Her vagina would grip tightly, milking any penis inside.
Seeing her perfect vagina, David leaned down and licked it. It tasted slightly salty, a natural feminine flavor.
* Jill's vagina tastes amazing. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. You never agreed, so don't blame me, * he thought. If he couldn't win her over, drugs were fair game. Getting her was what mattered.
Jill, unconscious, had no idea her colleague was violating her. In her dreams, she might have felt something erotic, unaware of the reality.
After licking for minutes, Jill's vagina grew wetter, her body reacting to protect itself from harm during penetration.
Seeing she was ready, David moved down, kissing her long legs, leaving saliva as if marking her. He sniffed her pale toes, smelling a faint leather scent, clean and healthy without nail polish.
He sucked her toes, loving women's feet since arriving in this world. A woman with beautiful feet was never unattractive. * Virgins notice faces, perverts notice bodies, but real experts notice toes, * he thought.
* Jill, you're mine now. These sexy feet would be great for a footjob, * he thought, laughing.
He placed her feet around his hard penis, moving them with his hands. Her soft soles gripped him, her toes brushing his tip, feeling like a vagina. The sight of her perfect feet on his penis was thrilling, both physically and mentally.
Defiling a Resident Evil heroine like Jill gave him an unmatched sense of triumph.
Her feet were soft yet firm, wrapping his penis perfectly. The sight of her toes sliding on him was heavenly.
* I can't hold it, * he thought, stopping. His virgin penis was too sensitive, and he didn't want to finish yet. * My semen belongs in her vagina, staining her womb, * he thought.
David's large penis head slapped Jill's wet vagina. He spread her thick lips, exposing her pink inner walls.
In the dark, he couldn't see much, but he was too eager to care. He rubbed his penis head against her opening, wetting it with her fluids.
He leaned down, kissing her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. It was hard to open her teeth, but he found her tongue and tangled with it.
Kissing her heightened his arousal. He pushed his hips, his hard penis head parting her lips and entering her tight, warm vagina.
The moment her soft flesh gripped his tip, David nearly climaxed. * So intense, * he thought.
His penis head hit her virgin barrier, feeling its faint resistance. Just the tip inside was heavenly. * Virgin vaginas are so tight, * he thought. They made his penis feel huge and gave him a sense of conquest, marking her as his.
The thrill of taking her virginity made him want to climax. The pleasure numbed his spine.
* So good, Jill. I finally have you, my goddess. I'm going to cum inside you. My virginity for yours, * he thought.
He pushed deeper, breaking her barrier with a soft pop. Jill frowned in her sleep, the pain clear even in her drugged state. Her precious virginity was taken by a man she disliked, something she would never accept.
But David felt amazing. His twenty-centimeter penis filled her, her hot flesh gripping him tightly, her walls pulsing. The pleasure shot from his penis to his spine, overwhelming for a virgin.
He couldn't think, only wanting to release. He held Jill tightly, kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue.
He thrust hard, pushing his penis as deep as possible, shaking his hips to hit her core. Unable to hold back, he groaned, his stored semen rushing out, filling her vagina. Some leaked out, but most flooded her untouched womb, marking it as his.
His semen poured in waves, so much it could easily make her pregnant without protection. David thought about pulling out but couldn't. The feeling of climaxing inside her was addictive, like heaven.
Jill moaned softly, her body reacting to the hot semen, her face showing a faint smile in her sleep, unaware she had been violated and her virginity stolen.
Blood stained the white towel under her hips, proof of her lost virginity.
The climax left David dazed. * Nothing beats fucking a goddess like this, * he thought. His pride swelled, knowing he had taken someone who once looked down on him.
Their bodies still joined, his penis hardened again. He kissed her lips, licking her tongue, and began moving slowly. The sensitivity was less, but the pleasure was still intense.
Jill's body was perfect, elastic, gripping him tightly, pulling and sucking his penis.
He thrust harder, their bodies slapping together, the sound mixing with the rain outside. It was perfect.
But after five minutes, he felt close again. * It's not that I'm quick, * he thought. His virgin stamina was low, and Jill's vagina was too perfect, wet and tight, its ridges rubbing his penis with every thrust, overwhelming him.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, licking her toes, sucking them. The taste made his penis swell.
* Your sexy feet, Jill. Next time, I'll fuck you in stockings. I'm cumming again. You're a perfect slut, draining me, * he thought.