Prince Mathew.

I couldn't pull myself away from her lips, not even for a second. It was like I was addicted to the taste of her, the softness of her skin. Every time I thought about stopping, the need to kiss her more would just take over.

I wanted to take her right there in the pool, to feel her body against mine as I pushed my dick into her pussy.

The thought was so intense, so consuming, that I almost lost control. But then, she spoke, her voice like a sweet melody that snapped me back to reality. "Daddy," she whispered, "I'm still a virgin." Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water.

"Are you sure about this, Viola?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and hesitation. "I want this, Mathew," she said softly. "I want you."

And with that, I knew I couldn't take the most precious thing she had in just a pool, like some sort of slut or normal lady. It wouldn't be right.

She deserved more than a quick, impulsive encounter. "No," I said, pulling back slightly. "This has to be special. It can't be like this." I felt so attached to her body, even more so when she swooned between my arms and moaned my name. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine.

I didn't fully realize what I was doing until I found myself carrying her like a delicate butterfly between my strong, muscled arms, laying her gently on the bed. "Are you comfortable?" I asked, adjusting the pillows behind her head. "Is there anything I can get you?" She smiled weakly. "Just you," she whispered. "That's all I need."

Her moans and the way she swayed her body underneath me were like sparkling flames. It was like she was a fire, and I was drawn to her heat.

There was something different about her. Was it because she was a virgin? The thought lingered in my mind, adding to the weight of the situation.

Or maybe because she was too young, and I had never been involved in a relationship like this before? The age gap was definitely a factor, a line I had never crossed before. "This is crazy, right?" I blurted out, my voice laced with uncertainty.

"What we're doing?" She reached out and took my hand, her touch reassuring. "Maybe," she said. "But it feels right." Or perhaps it was because whatever happened between us would be just a secret? The idea of keeping this hidden, of living a double life, was both thrilling and terrifying. "We can't tell anyone about this," I said, my voice low and serious. "Ever."

The rational part of my brain reminded me of the consequences of this kind of forbidden relationship. It was like a warning bell, trying to pull me back from the edge.

Not just because she was my best friend's daughter, but because I wasn't the type of guy who was into commitment, and my principles prevented me from fooling around with such a fragile girl.

"This is wrong," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "I can't do this to him, to her." But when she pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, I immediately cast aside all those thoughts, letting myself drown in the taste of her creamy, silky skin.

"Don't think," she whispered against my lips. "Just feel." I couldn't think at all - it was something I couldn't explain why or how. Resisting her touch was impossible. It was a new feeling for me, totally foreign from the start. My heart was racing, skipping beats, then pounding rapidly. My eyelids were roaming in a dazzling haze because of the intoxicating scent of her body.

My mind had wandered into a maze that was impossible to escape or even find the end of. "What are you doing to me?" I groaned, my voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and confusion.

I pulled my head away, letting her fill her lungs with some air while I started my mission, using my teeth to pull her bra away from her breasts, giving me the best view of the most mature girl I had ever seen or touched.

"You're beautiful," I breathed, my voice husky with desire. She was sweet, pure like an angel. She was a virgin, and most of all, she had rejected her boyfriend but was now into me, giving me her best in just a few hours of meeting her.

"Why me?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine curiosity. "Why did you choose me?" She blushed, looking away for a moment before meeting my gaze again.

"I don't know," she admitted. "There's just something about you." Was this fate? Or was this something she truly wanted to try? The questions swirled in my mind, adding to the complexity of the situation. "Are you sure about this?" I asked again, needing to hear her say it one more time. "Really sure?"

But I didn't give a shit at that moment. I sank down between her legs, playfully teasing her pussy with my tongue before taking off her G-string with my teeth.

The anticipation was building, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. I paused for a moment, staring at her wet, tight pussy, contemplating my next move. "God, you're so hot," I whispered, my voice rough with desire.

Then I raised my head to her, "Are you sure? Are you really a virgin?" I couldn't just do it without getting her permission, even though I was sure I should taste that body, even if it was just for once and the last time.

"I need to know that this is what you want," I said, my voice serious. "I don't want any regrets." She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed a bloody red.

"Please, Daddy. Do it to me," she begged desperately, her voice dripping with excitement. "I'm ready," she said, her eyes pleading. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."

Watching her like this, so eager yet so innocent, turned me on in a way I had never experienced before. It was like she was a drug, and I was completely addicted.

She wasn't demanding or vulgar like the other women I had been with - she was simply offering herself to me, trusting me completely. "You're amazing," I said, my voice filled with genuine admiration.

I licked her pussy gently with my tongue, savoring the sweetest liquid I had ever tasted, perhaps because she was still a virgin.

The thought made me even more excited, the anticipation almost unbearable. She squirmed under my touch, overly sensitive. "Daddy, please do it," she begged, her voice laced with desperation. "I need you," she moaned. "Please, now."

I stood up on my own feet and pulled her to the middle of the king-size bed, topping her and aligning my dick with her pussy. The moment of truth had arrived, the point of no return.

I grabbed a small towel and pushed it gently against her mouth. She stared at me, confused. "What's this for?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. I leaned in and whispered, "Bite down on this tightly. I don't want the guards to hear your screams." She nodded in understanding. "Oh," she said softly. "Okay."

But before she did as I said, she wrapped her hands around my back and asked, "Please, do it slowly. I don't want to feel too much pain. Please." Her vulnerability touched me, making me want to protect her.

I didn't know what I should actually do to not make her feel too much pain, especially since my dick was bigger than average because I was a werewolf, and she was a virgin! The realization hit me hard, adding to the pressure of the moment. But I nodded and smiled, assuring her, then checked her face one last time to see if she was ready. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice gentle. "Really, really sure?"

I pressed my tongue to her ear, sucking and licking to make her melt, while I pushed the head of my dick against her pussy. She moaned in pain, moving under me.

But I decided to finish it quickly, pushing all of my dick inside her at once. She panted, the towel slipping from her mouth as tears roamed in her eyes. "Oh my god! Oh my god, it's so painful! It's so big!" Her reaction was intense, a stark reminder of the reality of the situation.

I moved my hands tenderly over her hair, starting to move my dick very slowly inside her until she got used to the size. It wasn't like the movies, where the virgin girl asks for more on her first time. That was just a lie.

Her vaginal muscles didn't adjust to the size of my dick yet, so at her first time, the girl always asks to just get the pain over with and find release. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

But I did my best to please her and satisfy her more. I wasn't sure what I was doing, as I had never fucked a virgin girl before. The experience was new and unfamiliar, adding to my anxiety. Yes, I had been with human women, but never a human virgin's tight pussy.

I hated wasting my time and getting into dating games and commitments, so I had always been with women older than me, as they were more mature and understood that I wouldn't get involved in love or marriage. "This is different," I thought to myself. "This is nothing like anything I've ever experienced before."

But to be honest, I enjoyed every second with Viola - the way she moaned, the way she begged me to stop, the way she kissed me or sealed her eyes to suppress her tears.

Everything was different... I wanted it to last forever, and maybe even more. "I'm falling for her," I realized, the thought both exciting and terrifying. I started to push harder and deeper, trying to make her reach her climax before me, for the last time before I released myself.

She was barely breathing and wouldn't be able to stand much more. "Almost there," I thought, pushing myself to the limit.

"Cum for me, baby," I said huskily. She bit her lip and moved in rhythm like music, giving me the ability to move faster and end that crazy, pleasurable fuck... No, that can't be called a fuck.

That should be called 'making love,' but... how? The thought lingered in my mind, adding to the confusion of the moment.

I pulled out my dick when I felt I was about to reach my climax, grabbing the towel and splashing all of my thick cum. She watched me with a wide, comfortable smile. "That was amazing," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Then she asked, "Why didn't you cum inside?" That was weird! How could she think I would do that to her? Get her pregnant? Did that mean... that she thought we could be like this forever? The implications of her question hit me hard, adding to the weight of the situation.

"What did she expect from this?" I wondered. I laid my body on the bed next to her, then pulled her into my chest. "We're not in a relationship, remember? And I want to ask you, why did you choose me to take your virginity?"

I was curious, but I also wanted to make sure that what happened would be our little secret, and that no one would know anything about it. "This can't go any further," I thought. "This has to be a one-time thing."

She said with half-sealed eyes, feeling the exhaustion in her voice, "Do you believe in love at first sight?" And with that, she snuggled into my chest and fell asleep, leaving me in a state of mental shock, staring at her and thinking about the consequences of my mistake.

"What have I done?" I wondered, the weight of my actions crushing me. But it had been delicious, and I didn't think I would ever be able to forget that night. And that was the problem. "I'm screwed," I thought, the realization sinking in. "I'm completely and utterly screwed."