Breaking her hymen with a plastic vibrator that reminded her of a long finger was not losing her virginity, she told herself. She was just making it possible for them to make love without him worrying. She looked at the hard tip again.

“Oh, this is going to hurt so much,” she nearly whimpered. The other ones didn’t look like they would do the job. Her mother bought her an assortment of sex toys for Christmas because of the David situation. Candy didn’t want Madison to rush off to some “loser” because she was horny, her words. Her exact words. It was a little flattering that Candy thought she was too good for men like that.

“Just do it,” she said to herself.

She’d never used any of the toys Candy bought her. She just threw them into a shoe box and hid it, too embarrassed to risk throwing them out. What if her Grandmother saw them, or Joshua found them and took them thinking they were toys? She would die of humiliation if she found him playing swords with them.

So she kept them and now she was using one of them to break her hymen so she could sleep with her boyfriend, well he wasn’t exactly her boyfriend, but she wanted to sleep with him, desperately. He talked about his desperate attraction to her blood, but he didn't understand hers with him.

He was like a drug for her. She craved him night and day. So of course she avoided him as long as she could, but now that she finally had a taste of him she couldn’t hold back. She needed him. If this was the way to do it then she would suck it up and get it over with.

She took another deep breath, wondering if she was going to suck all the air out of the room while preparing to do this. She squatted down and placed the tip of the vibrator between her legs. “Just a small pinch,” that’s what she read on the internet. She jumped on her computer as soon as he left her room, trying to find ways to avoid bleeding. The only thing she found was breaking the hymen on her own or going to see a doctor to do it. She would only bleed when it broke and that only happened the first time so here she was crouching down na**d in the tub with a scary looking vibrator. Ah, a Hallmark moment.

After making sure that her feet weren’t going to slide sending her flying on her butt she pushed the vibrator in further and gasped. This wasn’t how it felt when Ephraim did it. It felt good, smooth and wet. This was…this was….none of those things.

She felt dry and it hurt. It felt like she was getting rubbed raw. “Ow..ow…owie..ow…” She pushed a little further and found resistance. Finally. She looked up, not that she couldn’t hear and feel the water splashing her, but she wanted to make sure it was running.

As soon as she broke through she was pulling this horrible finger out of her and washing herself. She needed to delude the blood quickly so the smell wouldn’t carry over to Ephraim. She just hoped the towel that she stuffed under his door helped where she failed.

“This is it,” she said, trying to sound brave. She ran her tongue over her lip and took several quick breaths. “Just do it.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ephraim’s voice thundered in the small room.

She twisted too quickly to the side to look up at him and slipped, landing on the flat bottom of the vibrator thus forcing it in completely. Sharp agonizing pain ripped through her. She released a blood curdling scream.

“Oh shit!” Blood streamed from beneath Madison. It took everything Ephraim had to ignore it and his fangs, which were throbbing at the sight and the smell. Madison was crying and somehow that was enough to keep him focused.

He dropped to his knees and gently pushed her back. Something white, well white with blood was sticking out of her. With two fingers he gently pulled it out of her. It looked like…well, he wasn’t exactly sure what it looked like. It was a cross between a nailless finger and a pen cap. This wasn’t a pen, was it? He turned it over in his hands noting that the blood was already gone thanks to the water.

“What is this?” he asked.

“What do you think it is?” she snapped. It brought him back to her. She was covering her face with both hands and crying. Thankfully the blood stopped running from between her legs.

It was clear that she broke her hymen. From the looks of it and smell very painfully. She wasn’t aroused. It must have been so painful for her. This was his fault. He should have known she would do something like this. He plugged the tub and released the shower switch. A hot bath would help her.

Madison curled up on her side facing away from him and sobbed into her hands. This was his fault. It should have been special for her and she shouldn’t be crying. He would have made this good for her. He already made sure she came first and she was wet. He just couldn’t finish. She had to do it for him. He felt like less of a man for that.

“It hurts,” she whimpered.

He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “I know it does, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“Should it hurt this much?”

Should he lie? No. “No, baby, it shouldn’t hurt this much. It should have hurt at first and then if you were with the right man the pain would have gone away leaving you with pleasure. You’d be sore afterwards for a day or two.”

“Oh, you’ve done this before?”

“What? Taken someone’s virginity?”

“Yes?”

“No. My brother was married twice. We talked about it, and of course other guys talk about it. No, I purposely avoided virgins.”

“Then why does it hurt for me?” she asked through a sob.

He kissed her again. “For one thing you weren’t aroused, for another you shoved this weird plastic thing in you and if you’re dry that would really hurt. Then of course you practically slammed it into yourself.”

“That’s because you scared me!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed her head again.

“D-do I smell different now?”

“Huh?”

“Do I smell like a virgin still?”

He ran his nose over her neck. “Yes, but you smell slightly different. You still smell pure, but in a different way.”

“Oh, so I suppose this didn’t change the way my blood smells for you?”

“No, it didn’t, sweetheart. I still want you.” He saw her shiver. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed before you catch your death.” He drained the water and picked her up, wrapping her in a towel. She couldn’t uncurl her body it hurt too much.

He laid her on his bed. “Ephraim?”

Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy
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