Himeko's face flushed an even deeper crimson, her porcelain skin now a delightful shade of pink that extended down her graceful neck and disappeared beneath her costume. "B-but I'm all sweaty from dancing..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Perfect," I purred, leaning in close enough to inhale her intoxicating scent - a heady mixture of jasmine perfume and the musky aroma of exertion.
"I want you just like this."
As I kissed her deeply, my hands roamed over her body, savoring the feel of soft skin through delicate lace. My fingers traced the curve of her spine, feeling each vertebra through the sheer material before coming to rest on the swell of her perfectly rounded buttocks. Himeko melted against me with a breathy moan, her small, perky breasts pressing against my chest as she surrendered to the kiss.
I led her to the wall, lifting one long, toned leg high as I positioned myself between her thighs. The flexibility from years of ballet training was evident as she effortlessly maintained the position, her leg extending almost vertically. Himeko gripped the wall for support, trembling with nervous anticipation. I could feel the heat emanating from her core, even through the layers of fabric that still separated us.
As I prepared to claim her innocence, I reveled in the moment... The delicate curve of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts, the taut plane of her stomach - every inch of her was a work of art, and I was about to make her mine in every way.
With a swift motion, I hiked up her leotard, exposing her most intimate area to my hungry gaze. The thin strip of lace that had covered her was soaked through, evidence of her arousal despite her nervous demeanor. I took a moment to admire the sight before me - her glistening folds, pink and perfect, framed by a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair.
I grip Himeko's slender leg tightly, using it as leverage as I position myself at her entrance. The head of my throbbing member brushes against her sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips. With a single, powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside her tight, virgin passage. The feeling of breaking through her barrier sends a jolt of excitement through me, a primal satisfaction at being the first to claim this territory.
"Ah! It hurts, Nobita!" Himeko cries out, her face pale with pain as tears stream down her cheeks. Her inner walls clench around me, almost painfully tight as her body struggles to accommodate my size.
I don't let up, pushing her leg higher to penetrate even deeper. The new angle allows me to hit spots deep within her that have never been touched before. "Don't be afraid, Himeko. We're one now," I whisper, licking away her tears and kissing her trembling lips. The salt of her tears mingles with the sweetness of her mouth, creating an intoxicating flavor that only fuels my desire.
The tight grip of her inner walls around me is indescribable. It's as if her body was made for me, fitting me like a glove tailored to my exact specifications. I look down to see crimson staining the connection between us, dripping onto her white stockings like plum blossoms on snow. The sight of her virginal blood marking our union only inflames my passion further, a visual representation of the claim I've staked on her body and soul.
I begin to move, sliding in and out as Himeko whimpers beneath me. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, the friction of our joining creating a delicious heat that threatens to consume us both. "Nobita, please... it's too much!" But her cries only spur me on, driving me to push her further, to see just how much pleasure her body can withstand.
The lewd sounds of our coupling fill the room - wet slapping noises mixed with Himeko's gasps and moans. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, a heady mixture of sweat, arousal, and the metallic tang of blood. I can tell she's getting close as her body flushes pink, a rosy hue spreading across her chest and up her neck to stain her cheeks.
My hands roam her body as I continue to thrust, kneading her small, perky breasts and teasing her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her leotard. I trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin to leave marks that will serve as a reminder of this moment long after we're done.
"Nobita, I'm... I'm...!" Himeko's body suddenly tenses and shudders, her back arching as she approaches her peak. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around me, trying to draw me deeper inside her.
"Me too, Himeko. I'm going to fill you up," I growl, my movements becoming frantic as I chase my own release. The thought of emptying myself inside her, of potentially planting my seed in her fertile womb, drives me to new heights of passion.
"Yes! Give me your baby, Nobita!" she cries out in ecstasy, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her words send a jolt of electricity down my spine, the taboo nature of the act only adding to the intensity of the moment.
With a final thrust, I explode inside her, flooding her womb with my essence. The feeling of my hot seed painting her inner walls triggers another climax for Himeko, her inner muscles milking me dry as if desperate to wring every last drop from me. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over us both as we ride out our shared orgasm, our bodies locked together in the most intimate of embraces.
As we catch our breath, I admire the erotic tableau we've created - pure white and vivid red mixing together where we're still joined as one. Himeko's leg trembles in my grasp, her flexibility pushed to its limits by our passionate encounter. Her hair, once neatly styled for her performance, is now a wild tangle framing her flushed face. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and a constellation of love bites adorns her neck and collarbone.
I slowly lower her leg, allowing her to stand on shaky feet as I withdraw from her body. A mixture of our combined fluids and her virginal blood trickles down her inner thighs, staining her pristine white stockings. The sight is both erotic and possessive, a visual marker of the claim I've staked on her body and her future.
"You're mine now, Himeko," I murmur, cupping her face in my hands and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "In every way that matters."
She nods, her eyes glazed with a mixture of pleasure and adoration. "Yes, Nobita. I'm yours, always."
As I hold her trembling form close, I can't help but smile at the thought of what the future holds.
The room falls silent save for our heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of our lovemaking. As we slowly begin to clean ourselves up and put our clothes back in order, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me.