Soldier Boy’s POV

“Get up on the bed, baby, it’s time you gave me a little something, hm?” The supe prompts, his cock twitching at the thought. He’s only got so much patience, and it’s starting to wear real thin. He’s waited two whole months for this, and he’ll be fuckin’ damned if he’s done all this hard work to not at least get his dick wet with some virgin pussy. 

He can’t stop the smirk on his face as he watches her lay back on the bed, and he barely takes a second before he’s beginning to pull that slutty little red thong down her legs. He knew her pussy was going to be sweet, but the sight of it all tight and pretty like that makes his cock throb harder. It’s been a long time since the supe has gotten to break in a cunt, especially one as pretty as Y/N’s. Particularly since his return, it’s been mainly models and strippers and sluts that want to throw themselves at him. He’s indulged them, of course, it’s not his fault if Y/N is stupid enough to believe he’s actually waited for her. Saved himself like some damn teenage boy. No fucking way.

Soldier Boy spreads her legs wide, kneeling between them and he can’t help himself from touching her little pussy. She’s not wet enough, so he remedies it with some spit, and eventually after some work, he gets a finger inside her. She’s fuckin’ tight though, so he knows that it’s gonna take more than a bit of saliva and a couple of fingers like the rest of the whores he’s been fucking.

“You were so fuckin’ wet for me earlier, baby girl, what happened?” he asks, frowning slightly, annoyed that he’s gotta put in the extra work. 

“I think I’m just nervous,” comes her trembling reply. 

The supe wants to scoff, but he bites it back. Just the thought of her backing out of this now because of nerves irritates the shit out of him. “Nervous? Why? You love me don’t you? You want me to be your first? You do want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” she nods, panic on her face. “Just be gentle, please?” 

Soldier Boy laughs slightly at the very thought of being gentle. He’s not sure he’s got that in him. What can he say? He just doesn’t know his own strength most of the time, that’s not his fault. He doesn’t acknowledge the request, too concerned with getting two fingers inside her, intent on opening her up for his cock. She cries out, but Soldier Boy pushes through. 

“Fuck, you really are tight, huh?” he muses. He realises in order for this to work, he’s gonna need help. Especially if he wants to keep her usable for the next few days at least. He’s fairly sure one fuck isn’t going to scratch the itch. “Don’t worry baby girl, I know I’m a lot to handle, but I promise I’m worth it.” 

He works some lube into his length and her cunt, then leans over her. 

“Don’t want to break you on day one, do we?” 

She laughs as he tries to push forward, but he’s met with more resistance than he’d like. He could push through it, of course, he’s more than strong enough to, but that would probably break her too much. He needs her to relax. 

“Hey, baby girl, relax. C’mon, let me in,” he encourages. At that he starts to feel a little give, so he pushes forward, finding himself just about fitting inside. “There we go, good girl,” he panders, feeling her relax just a little more, enough that he’s able to break past the remaining resistance. There’s something that really makes his cock throb as he looks down to see blood lacing his length, and he knows that all his hard work is finally paying off. “Not a virgin anymore, sweetheart,” he smirks, noticing the horror on her face and chuckling softly. “Don’t worry, a bit of blood has never scared me.” 

ONE MONTH LATER

Soldier Boy’s grip tightens just enough to pull her back, forcing another inch inside her. Y/N screams in pain, and the supe is just happy that she can’t see his face, because he can’t keep the smirk off of it. 

“C’mon now baby, you can handle it,” he mocks, pulling back just enough to see blood lacing his length. There’s something about that sight that’s become quite addictive. He loves seeing how he’s breaking her, molding her just right. Fuck, he wonders how far he can take it before it’s too far. 

She starts to whine, but then silences herself, taking deep breaths, instead. The smirk on the supe’s lips only deepens, and he chuckles softly to himself, clicking his tongue. She’s so afraid to show pain, like she’s worried it’ll scare him off. Little does she know, it’s those little whimpers and groans in agony that he chases. He loves the reminder of how fragile she is, how easy it would be for him to squeeze just a little too hard, snap his hips just a little too fast, and she’d be gone. He could do that in an instant. He could do that without breaking a sweat. He could do that without thinking if he wasn’t careful. 

“Give it to me,” he grunts, tugging her up off her hands, trapping her body between his chest and his arms. 

She whimpers once more, reaching up to hold onto his arms, digging her nails in. He presumes she’s not holding back, but he barely feels it, so he lets her carry on. His cock is another inch deeper, and he’s fairly sure this is her new limit for the next couple of days. It had taken him time to get her here. It’s been at least a month since he broke her in, and each time he fucks her, he’s been able to push just a little further. She’s almost there now, almost at the place where all those other whores are. He loves how tight she is, how much she squirms and whimpers and struggles to take it, but he does struggle with holding back. If only she could heal as quickly and easily as he could, then he’d never have to worry about truly ruining her again. 

When he drops her back to the bed, she falls face down, barely any energy left in her. He can’t really blame her, they’ve been fucking for a couple of hours. He supposes he’s got the compound V to thank for that. She looks truly broken as she lays there, struggling to roll herself onto her back, and as Soldier Boy looks down at her, he notices his cock laced with blood, and then spots the way the blood pools at her opening. He didn’t think he’d been that rough. Humans are so weak, especially this one. 

“Hey, c’mere,” he orders, reaching down to grip her arm and pull her up so she’s sitting. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” 

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, her eyes cloudy and her hair sticking to her face thanks to the sweat and tears. 

He’s come to enjoy that far off look in her eyes, and he wonders if she’s figured out yet that he spikes her drinks. Just a little, enough to make her a little more compliant. Not that she’d run off or tell him no; the poor girl is enamored. But he’s always liked how the drugs just make girls that extra bit subservient. 

“No need to be sorry, baby girl, just gotta clean up s’all,” he smirks, combing his fingers through her hair and holding it to the back of her head. He pulls her closer and she bites her bottom lip anxiously, looking up at him through her lashes as if she’s trying to figure out if he’s serious. “C’mon.” 

“There’s blood,” she whispers, pointing out the obvious. 

“You’re not scared of a little blood are ya, sugar?” he coos, running his finger through some of the crimson. He brings it to his mouth and sucks it clean, relishing in that metallic taste, before chuckling. “Tastes good, try it.” 

He doesn’t give her a chance to protest, forcing her head down onto his cock as she opens her mouth as wide as she can to accommodate him. The supe moans at the way she sucks, mewling around his length slightly when she begins to gag and tries to fight back and retreat. He doesn’t let her, of course, the bitch has gotta learn to take it sometime. 

When he finally does let her pull back, she gags and dribbles spit from her lips, but she’s at least done a good job at cleaning his cock. The supe can’t help but miss the sight of the blood stain on his skin, but as he pushes Y/N onto her back, he catches a glimpse of her abused hole and that same tasty crimson still pooling at her entrance. 

“Told you it tasted good,” he smirks, before lowering his mouth to her core, his tongue seeking the metallic taste, lapping up everything he can find. It’s so sweet mixed with her pussy juices like that, and as she clamps her legs tight and tries to wiggle out of his grip, he realises she’s overstimulated. 

He chuckles against her core, only lapping harder, feeling her struggle even more. It’s nothing he can’t handle, and he just uses a little more strength to hold her still so he can continue feasting on her violated cunt. 

“Stop, please, I don’t think I can take anymore,” she sobs out, making him chuckle. 

“You’ve not had enough of me, have you sweetheart?” he asks, looking up at her, keeping his mouth teasingly close to her core. 

“No… no,” she rushes to defend. “I’m just sore, I think I need a break, please?” 

Soldier Boy huffs, sitting up and shoving her away from him. Why has she gotta ruin all of his fun? He narrows his eyes and stares down at her, waiting for her to break, and it’s inevitable, but also amusingly quick when she does. 

“I can suck your cock again?” she offers, biting her bottom lip. 

The supe sighs heavily, disappointed that she’s trying to deny him of what should be his, but he nods his head, supposing that her mouth is better than no hole at all. At least he can get a proper fix after this, with a girl who won’t bitch about the pain and try to cut their fun short. Escorts are far prettier than they were forty years ago, he’s learned, and if you pay them the right price, the little sluts will do practically anything. 

“It’s okay, we can fuck again,” Y/N rushes to tell him, laying back and spreading her legs. She offers him a nervous smile, but he takes it as she wants him to; reassuring and welcoming. 

“Good girl,” he smirks, leaning back over her as he begins to slide back inside her. He’s met with more resistance than he’d had earlier, and he assumes she’d already started closing up again since he was last buried inside her. He wonders for a moment if she’ll ever get used to him, and he hopes she won’t. 

Once again blood starts to pool around his cock, and he relishes in the way it stains his skin as he starts fucking her once again, hearing her whimper with every thrust, and it doesn’t take him long to finally shoot his load inside her, watching it dilute the blood as it trickles out of her, leaving the beginnings of a stain on the bedsheets. 

He looks up at her, seeing her frowning, her bottom lip quivering as she looks between her legs at the new mess she’s making, but when she looks up and catches him looking at her, she plasters a smile on her face. 

The supe climbs off of the bed, watching her struggle to get comfortable as she tries to sit up. She winces and hisses at the pain, but Soldier Boy chooses to ignore it, instead focusing on anything else. 

“Urm… Ben?” she presses quietly. He clenches his jaw at the very sound of his name coming from her lips, but he clears his throat and fakes a smile as he looks at her. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“You urm… you do love me, right? You wanna be with me forever?” 

He’s pretty sure he doesn’t catch himself before his eyebrows raise at the question, and he chokes on a laugh, clearing his throat to swallow it down, and tries to put on a serious face. 

“Sure,” he manages to spit out, just about nodding his head. The question had caught him off guard, he’d almost forgotten how needy teenage girls are. “Yeah, of course baby,” he adds, hoping to sound more sincere. “You and me for the rest of your life.”