The four of them lined up before me, all with incredible bodies. Amon had specifically chosen them to form the idol group. I didn't know her exact criteria, whether it was their talents in dancing and singing, but she made a great choice. Having them become idols was a brilliant decision on her part.
Varvara wasn't the bustiest among them, but by normal standards, her chest was still impressive. As the main vocalist of the group, she excelled at singing and could hit incredibly high notes.
Latifa, the main dancer, had the second-largest breasts among them, her ample curves a testament to her dog beast tribe heritage, known for their voluptuous figures. She was incredibly sexy, exuding an animalistic allure with her blackish-brown hair, fur, and tail that reminded me of a sleek German shepherd. Her every movement was hypnotic, and the sway of her hips promised a wild, untamed passion.
Tia, the lead vocalist, also boasted a generous pair of breasts. Unlike typical demons, she lacked horns and a tail, making her appearance more akin to that of a human. The only feature that set her apart was her vibrant purple-blue hair, which stood out against her otherwise ordinary appearance.
Bella boasted the largest breasts among the members, a striking H-cup size that commanded attention. Her wide hips added to her allure, giving her a voluptuous figure that turned heads wherever she went. Despite her calculating nature, there was no denying her appeal as the group's main visual. With her cute yet undeniably sexy demeanor, she captivated audiences effortlessly.
A rush of dominance overwhelmed me as I beheld these women, now entirely under my command. Their skirts lifted, exposing their panties and glistening pussies, a visual testament to their surrender to my authority.
The moment of choosing who to deflower first loomed before me, and my gaze settled on the most eager candidate.
"Varvara," I beckoned.
"Y-Yes!"
"Come here. You're next," I commanded.
I could practically hear her heart pounding as she gulped nervously. Slowly, she approached the bed, anticipation and excitement coursing through her every step.
"W-What do you want me to do, Master?" she stammered, her breath hitching as she stood inches away from me.
"Just keep your hands right there, lifting your skirt," I commanded. "And don't you dare let go, no matter what happens. Got it?"
"O-Okay."
With her compliance secured, I leaned in towards her core, the tantalizing scent of her dripping pussy filling my nose. As I drew nearer, I sensed her legs trembling, her embarrassment at my bold move evident in every quiver.
"Uh, M-Master... D-Don't get too close," she pleaded, her voice quivering as I hovered just inches from her core.
"Why's that?" I inquired, pausing in my advance, my tongue tantalizingly close.
"I-I was just dancing earlier, and I haven't showered yet, so... putting your face that close is a little..." she trailed off, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"You're embarrassed? Even after you boldly lifted your skirt, showing off your dripping wet pussy for me to see?" I teased, sticking out my tongue to lick her entrance.
"So, am I correct in assuming you're a perverted masochist?" I pressed, my voice laced with anticipation.
Once more, she nodded, confirming my suspicion.
"Say it out loud," I commanded, my tone firm.
"...I am a perverted masochist," she murmured reluctantly, the words hanging in the air like a confession.
"Good," I acknowledged with a nod. "Now, tell your group."
Blushing furiously, Varvara turned to face the other three, still standing with their skirts lifted, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
"I am a perverted masochist," she confessed to them, her voice trembling with embarrassment yet tinged with excitement.
"Now that you've admitted you're a perverted masochist, what do you want me to do?" I inquired, my voice low and charged with anticipation.
She fell silent at my question, the air thick with tension as her desires simmered beneath the surface. As a perverted masochist, she longed for a specific experience, one that could only happen once, one that held significance beyond the moment. Going about it gently would be irreversible. Once the barrier was broken, it couldn't be restored, no matter how quickly the body healed.
"I-I want you to fuck me and take my virginity forcefully, Master," she finally confessed, her voice trembling with anticipation and a hint of vulnerability.
This was Varvara's truth, her essence laid bare. To guide her towards becoming a successful idol, I needed to help her embrace who she truly was.
"Then beg for it," I commanded, my voice heavy with desire.
With a shiver running through her, she obeyed, her words dripping with longing. "I beg of you, Master, to claim my virginity forcefully. I ache for the pain and pleasure of your dominance, to be consumed by the intensity of your touch.
I yearn to be fucked by you so fiercely that it's almost unbearable, so much so that even in the midst of practice, I find myself lost in fantasies of you raping me...and it makes my pussy wet." With legs spread wide and hands outstretched towards me, she pleaded, "Please, make me yours, Master~!"
"That's good," I affirmed. "I'll do as you wish."
It was a powerful display of her desire. An idol, soon to be adored by many for her beauty, talent, and charm, now lay before me, her legs spread wide, begging for me to fuck her. An idol claimed by no one else but me. She was going to be mine.
I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her eager pussy, teasing her with just the tip before firmly gripping her hips. In one swift and forceful motion, I thrust my dick inside her, forcefully parting her delicate folds and driving my tip deep within her, claiming her virginity in a single, powerful stroke.
"HyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnNnnn~!!!"
Varvara's cry echoed through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as her virginity was forcefully taken.