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La Virgen de Vega	By : lilwitch Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 5849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-La Virgen de Vega
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Vega sat in his chair out on the patio that fine warm Barcelonan day. He was drinking some iced tea and reading the newspaper, one leg crossed against the other in his fine khaki slacks, white silk shirt, and Italian loafers. It was this time of day he enjoyed most—not for the weather but for other amusements. A few blocks away was a private Catholic school, housing mostly 15 to 17 year old girls. The girls normally passed his estate on the way home and it was hard to ignore with its white washed stone arches and Spanish tile roof. Surrounded by lush palm trees and such made it a paradise to view from the outside. His home was surrounded by black iron fencing and of course a security camera at the gate. The patio was only a few feet away from the gates and he could see them quite well as they walked. Being a national celebrity, he was often mobbed by the girls when they saw him outside, squealing, screaming, waving—restrained of course by his fence. Vega watched them in amusement, feeling half sorry that they were being prevented from reaching him and half not. This day was no different. He felt good; he had just had lunch and a short siesta and now he had more energy than before. He counted them as they gossiped and waved; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5—five girls today. Each in their almost tight white blouses and short plaid skirts, and he could admire their beautiful legs and blossoming figures. Yes the female form was something always to behold and treasure! Vega waved back to them, flashing a smile and blowing kisses at them.

“Oye, Maite, look at Señor Vega! Isn’t he hot?” said one girl with short brown hair held back with a headband. Her friend giggled behind her hand.

“Ooh I wish I was his!” she swooned.

“I hear he likes it rough!” exclaimed another, a devilish grin on her face.

“No! Really? How do you know? You’ve never had sex!” exclaimed another with long blonde hair.

The swooning girl blushed and struggled to repair her thoughts. “Ay, no. My big sister’s best friend…she slept with him once after one of his fights! And besides! I haven’t had sex with him!” The girls laughed and mocked her.

“Tough girl! If he had you, I’m sure he’d make you scream!” and they giggled boisterously.

From where Vega sat, he could never hear what they were saying but he knew very well they were talking about him and probably about what they would do if he had them. He smirked; that was the whole idea…they wouldn’t know what he’d do. Enough was enough, he decided and putting down his paper and drink, he walked to his gate. Vega knew if he didn’t say something to them, they would never leave…not that he minded of course.

“¡Hola, chicas! ¿Cómo estáis hoy?” said Vega jovially, leaning over the gate and flipping his long golden braid over his shoulder. Immediately he saw their faces flush and the air get sucked in but not out. Their eyes seemed glazed over as they gawked at his hair and body. He rested his chin on his hand until one of them finally spoke.

“Ay…hola, Señor Vega. E-estamos bien…” he looked into the face of the petrified girl.

“Bien,” came the soft chorus of replies behind her. He smiled warmly trying to see if they would start breathing normally or if they would still faint.

“Such a pretty face you have.” He said as looked at the still mortified girl. Dark brown wavy hair framing her face, her eyes a light blue-green and her skin looked like porcelain against her features. He touched her cheek and she nearly fell over except that her friends had caught her; she felt a shiver down her spine and all them were becoming wet just from all the nervous excitement.

“Thank-thank you.” She stammered. The girls squealed and moaned, holding their knees together. He knew very well what he was doing and the kind of attraction they had to him. To Vega, it was an amusing game and he enjoyed “torturing” them like this. Some managed to break free of the spell and open their school bags. They produced pictures of him from various magazines.

“Ah, Yes. G.Q.” he replied, seeing a pose of him in a fine suit, leaning against a gray wall, his arms folded, the same prideful smirk on his face. It had tack holes at the top and was a little dog-eared on the corners. They handed him a pen and he signed happily.

As he signed, however, a girl caught his eye. She stood behind the others, quietly watching them with a sort of dreamy look in her eyes. She was beautiful and to Vega, the vision of absolute and pure innocence. Her skin was creamy pale, her eyes were green and her hair was as warm as the sun that shone on it, her lips had a light pink gloss on them, glistening lusciously. He surveyed her out of the corners of his eyes; her figure was shapely and her legs smooth, breasts taut and round, made even more so by her blouse, he thought. If he could only taste her, just once, taste the innocence she had until she had none of it left. His heart jumped as he imagined deflowering her, her screams like music to his ears and he knew that she wanted him, the same as the rest. There was no denying it and there would be no denying it…

GLOSSARY:
Hola, chicas! Cómo estáis hoy?- Hi, girls! How are you today?
Estamos bien - We’re fine
Bien - Good, fine, Okay

Soon the girls calmed down and lost their fervor, excusing themselves and starting to walk home again. Vega saw his chance and he called the shy girl; she turned on her heels and looked at him. He smiled his disarming smile and she approached. The girls watched as the gates opened and taking his arm, they walked into the house…
He led her down a long corridor to a parlor adjacent to a staircase. The walls were a maroon color, nearly the same as the Spanish stucco roofing. On all the walls were many pictures, and against the wall was a fireplace with its mantle also covered with pictures. Facing that were red velvet chairs and a couch. The wood was dark and antique. The stunned girl looked at all the pictures, gasping and giggling. He watched her carefully in bemusement, waiting.

“Ay, no! Penélope Cruz? Javier Bardem? Antonio Banderas? You know these people? ¡Ay dios mío! No! The Royal Family?” she shrieked, though there were many more yet unnamed. Vega chuckled.

“Of course. I know many other people who are as famous as I, and some are even family…”

He had failed to mention however that most people only talked to him out of courtesy—and his family even less—particularly his distant cousin Prince Felipe, who made quite a few outspoken public remarks about his dislike of Vega and his arrogant, violent ways. And of course Queen Sofía, Prince Felipe’s mother never made him feel comfortable either with her strong dislike of bull fights and her vegetarianism. The only one in his noble family that he took much solace from was King Juan Carlos, who was an avid fan of the bullfights and attended Vega’s fights regularly. Aside from that, few could withstand him.
The girl picked up a silver frame on the mantle.

“Who is this woman with the blonde hair? She is beautiful!” Immediately he snatched the picture from her hands and gently laid it on the mantle. His abruptness scared her.

“That is--” he started to say, his voice rising in anger, and realizing he surprised her, he calmed his tone. “That is my mother, thank you.”

“ Ohh,” she gasped knowingly looking at Vega and she smiled. “You look like your mother!” Vega just stared at her silently. He had no time for these distractions and she was the last thing he wanted to talk about at a time like this; the more she looked at him so innocently with her doe eyes his need grew.

She saw a large family portrait hanging on the wall above the mantle with Vega as a teen and his mother and father. He noticed a disgusted reaction as her eyes wandered to his father’s face and he smirked. Oh he had to take her now! He took her wrist and drew her against his body, kissing her deeply. He unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her, letting it fall to the floor in an elegant heap; he was quite adept at it and it didn’t bother him to kiss girls with his eyes open. Vega saw how deeply she was taken into his kiss and knew she would be easy to lay.

Vega felt her silky warm hands against his bare chest and broke the kiss. He circled around her slowly, surveying her body through narrow slits, and running his fingertips across her arms as he did so, like a lion stalking his prey. He smelled a familiar light scent; it was almost sickening. Another pop star’s perfume…he thought. How unsophisticated I really must indulge in the younger girls less!

“What is your name, girl?” he asked breathlessly, beginning to unbutton her blouse and suck on her neck. The air felt cool against her bare skin and the feeling of his warm touch against hers made her shiver.

She moaned in response and replied in a gasp,

“Ma-María.” As her blouse fell to the floor, he began to undo her bra, revealing her breasts in full, her nipples hardening with lust and cold. Turning her back to face him, he guided her hands to his belt. A, mí! María, la virgen tan inocente y dulce...ya no. he thought smugly. Her hands delicately undid his belt and he pushed his pants and underwear to the floor, revealing his fully aroused member. He watched her eyes widen and her cheeks suddenly flushed red; he always loved that reaction. He did not have a wide girth but what he did not have in girth he made up for in length; he was quite proud of being so well-endowed and knew how to please women well.

Vega cupped her jaw in his hand, grinning all the while as she looked him in the eye. He put his hand on top of her head, slowly pushing her to her knees. If there was one thing Vega loved to see was a woman on her knees—in more ways than one. He knew she was hesitant but, she braced herself with one hand on his hip and took the shaft into her mouth with her other cautiously and carefully. Her tongue teased the head and she tasted a little of the pre-cum, warm and slightly salty. She drew him in further, peering up at him as if she wanted confirmation. He smirked at her and moaned, closing his eyes as he felt his member engulfed by the warm wetness of her mouth. Taking his cue she increased the speed and her head bobbed wildly, moaning as he began to thrust against her. His breathing became heavier as she worked her hand back and forth, frantically stroking in time to the thrusts. Vega undid his hair as she did this, not taking an eye off her but she had her eyes closed.

“Look at me,” he commanded and she obeyed. Sighing and moaning, he stroked her hair and then suddenly gripped it tightly. María made a loud moan at the grab but did not stop, instead moving her hand from his hip to her already her growing need, slipping her hand under her panties. Vega of course noticed and he himself was anxious for his final conquest to come. He groaned and began to massage himself and thrust now violently into her mouth, desperately wanting release. María had already become accustomed to the rhythm and the feeling of his hardened member in her mouth but now it was being shoved. She almost panicked thinking she would certainly gag but he was clever enough to retract just before her gag reflex each time. This forced her to stop pleasuring herself and brace herself against him for support. Vega smirked and saw her large doe eyes peering up at him, this time with an unavoidable wash of fear. He was even more so aroused by this and he could feel his body tensing for an approaching orgasm.

“No tengas miedo… ”He purred, “the best is yet to come…”

Grabbing her head and pressing it against his pelvis, he shuddered and cried out in ecstasy as his cum flooded her mouth. Not even before it stopped, he had jerked her head back, a string of pearled semen hanging from her lips to his shaft. By now she was painfully aroused and she was certain she would die if she could not relieve herself soon. He pulled her up by the wrist and exclaimed,

“Don’t swallow.” She did her best to comply and besides, she wasn’t certain she wanted to anyway since it was her first time. It repulsed her a little. Before she could think, he grabbed her head in his hands and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His warm essence filled his mouth and he swallowed eagerly. The girl did not quite understand what he was doing but he did not care. After all, if he was a god then his seed was ambrosia, made all the sweeter by mingling in her virgin mouth. He broke from the kiss, sucking a little of the come from her glistening lips.

He led her to the couch, pushing her down. María propped herself up on an elbow and looked at him. Secretly, she was disappointed that he was going to have her on a sofa instead of on a bed with his infamous red silk sheets in what she was sure was a very luxurious bedroom, but she was not one to complain since she was having the most handsome man in the entire world take her virginity. And the feeling of velvet against her skin was almost as good as the silk. She was still in her skirt and panties, not to mention her shoes and socks. That had to be remedied for him to continue with his ultimate seduction. He tore off her shoes, one by one, and then began to undo her skirt. She arched her back to help him take it off and he threw it to the floor. He could smell her desire strongly as he looped his fingers under her panty line and slid them down her body. Even better. He thought. Perhaps this won’t be so painful for you after all...what a pity. He slid her hips forward, kneeling between her legs, and lifted one leg to his shoulder. Vega surveyed the girl before him, her body now fully displayed. She lay there, staring up at him dreamily, wondering if she was dreaming…she began to finger herself, impatient with lust. He enjoyed watching her for a moment and then took her hand away. He sucked her essence from her fingers and cooed,

“Like nectar…” she giggled a little and he proceeded to stick his fingers into her slowly, hoping to find she was still a virgin. She gasped at the sensation. Soon his fingers that were encased in the tight entrance found her precious barrier. This satisfied him he pulled out a little and began to thrust, the heel of his hand smacking lightly. Maria began to moan and buck her hips against his thrusts and he began to suck on her breasts as he did this. It was an almost overwhelming sensation for her and he had not done all that much…yet. He sucked on each hardened rose-colored nipple, intermittently crushing it against the roof his mouth with his tongue. It hurt a little when he did that, she thought but she began to feel as the ecstasy took her that it was actually making it better. He released it and then began to suck at each one a bit more gently, his tongue flicking around them. She had to stifle another giggle as she felt his long hair tickling against her stomach. He looked at her with a smirk without stopping. As it were, Vega knew of a lot of uses for such long hair in sex. After all, it was his best and proudest feature. What better way to use it!

His member was almost throbbing now, being only inches away from her entrance but he could tell by her body and her face that she would reach her climax very soon. She moaned, picking up in tone the closer she came to orgasm and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He hovered above her now, watching her face as she came. Her skin glowed, her hair began to stick to her face from the sweat; her green eyes glowed in a blissful haze. Pulling out of her, he used some of her essence left on his fingers to lubricate his erection. While he was certain that she was wet enough for the both of them, he refused to push the matter since she was a virgin. Again pulling her closer against him, he braced his arms against the couch and positioned the head at her entrance. She felt it there and he watched as her flushed face seem to turn a little pale.

“Yes, Vega…please…” she mumbled but it sounded like a prayer to him.

And with no more warning he pushed inside of her and she gasped as she felt him intruding. Vega on the other hand had not felt a girl so tight in a while…it made him want to come right away but, no—he had more self-control than that and he wanted to enjoy it. Vega lifted her other leg against his shoulder, giving him even more access.

“Ay!” she cried, throwing her head back as he thrust violently inside her, and eliciting one of the most ear piercing, primal cries he had heard in a while. Not even his victims could scream like that and it had been a long time even since he had heard many women scream that way. He did not give her much chance to accommodate as he began his rhythm. Once he began, he never stopped for anything…

Her hips rose desperately and instinctively to meet his, the pleasure growing greater with each thrust. She tried not to feel a little self-conscious as she tired to keep with his thrusting but nonetheless, he grabbed her hips and guided her body, her legs now dangling over his shoulders and her heels bounced against his back as he thrust. Moaning as he felt her surrounding him with her warmth, he leaned forward to peer into her face. Tears flowed freely out the corners of her eyes, and he grinned.

“You never thought this could feel so good, did you, my little whore?” he whispered into her ear. His only response was a nearly guttural deep “Ohhhh!” since anything else intelligible was dead on her tongue. He felt that was reward enough for his efforts as he felt her virginity melt away. He never called a woman by anything he did not think she deserved. Flesh smacked against flesh as he felt his hips smacking her thighs hard, his member stabbing into her time after time. She was begging to come; he could see that with her desperation. Like many virgins, she had little time to enjoy the moment. Not relinquishing his rhythm for one second, he was going to torture her until she thought she might die without coming! Vega grabbed her legs, holding her by the ankles and pinning her thighs against her breasts. Her breath was heavy, moaning louder and louder, and he pulled out a moment to see her whimper. The poor girl dug her nails into his muscular arms, moaning and begging. He laughed, tossing his head back, and thrust in again. She cried and he groaned as he felt her clamping down hard, he bucked against her as he came inside of her, his warmth filling her. She moaned as he pulled out, panting, and she stared at him like she was comatose. Wiping a strand of hair from his face, he smirked again. He loved to see the look of utterly spent and blissful women after he had them.

“Vega,” she cried softly again for now he could see hunger coming in her eyes— but it was not the same as his. Turning away, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Ay dios mío…” he muttered. “Why…why do they always fall for me?”

He pulled her to her feet roughly, shattering her blissful high almost instantly. He scooped up her clothes and threw them to her. Pulling on his pants again, he smiled and ran the back of his hand gently down her cheek as she stood half-bewildered with her clothes bundled in her arms. He pushed the tip of his finger in her mouth and ran it down her velvet lips. Vega saw the hint of tears beginning to form somewhere deep in her eyes and he knew what would come next. He shook his head and said,

“No, my sweet…your moment spent with beauty is over…¡adios!”

With that, he turned and went up the stairs, leaving the poor girl to dress alone.

GLOSSARY:

Ay, dios mío - Oh, my God!

No tengas miedo - Don't be afraid.

A mí, María. La virgen tan inocente y dulce...ya no. - Ah, me! The virgin Maria, so innocent and sweet...no more.

adios - Goodbye
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