Chapter 87
The soft skin wrapped around the firm shaft slid up with her palm and then down again repeatedly. Soon her palm became sticky and damp with something other than sweat.
The hot breath Bjorn exhaled as he lowered his posture raised the temperature of her own breathing. It felt like her head would explode.
“In my quarters at the temple, it isn’t a suitable place to relieve myself.”
Why was even this man’s voice unbearably lewd?
“Whenever you appeared in my dreams, I had no choice but to grab my c**k.”
At that confession delivered in such a voice, the entrance already soaked grew wetter.
“Ha, ngh…”
“Of course, even in dreams a kiss was all we did.”
It felt like she could reach a light climax through touch and sound alone.
“But that alone was enough.”
From what moment had the reins snapped? Leila’s expectation that he would be reverent and restrained shattered completely. In bed, Bjorn was an incarnation of desire, a fallen angel. As the mood deepened his mouth grew rougher and his words more explicit.
“But it cannot compare to reality. Now that you’re holding it yourself, it feels like my c**k will burst, Leila.”
Leila had decided to love him no matter what he was like, so she did not hate this side of him, yet that did not mean it wasn’t difficult for her.
For a first experience, the stimulation was overwhelming, and she was on the brink of surrender. Maybe things would ease after he finished once, so she urged him on. Just as much as his excitement, she too had reached her limit.
“Bjorn, quickly, just… can’t you put it in already? It feels so…”
She could not endure the aching feeling any longer. At her plea, Bjorn hurriedly aligned his burning length below.
Only right before him entered her body did Leila finally gather the courage to look. After seeing him in his entirety, regret flooded her, she should not have looked.
The thing she had stroked with her hand, half forced though it was, was frighteningly large. Red and heated like an iron rod, it was the one grotesque thing on Bjorn’s beautiful body, the contrast made it more threatening.
Having already intimidated her by size, when it touched her entrance its presence was just as immense. Even with only the head barely pushing in, the sensation of her opening stretching to its limit made fear grip her.
“I’m sorry, Leila. If it hurts I’ll stop immediately… But if you could relax a little…”
However, seeing Bjorn grimace with no composure either, the pain seemed bearable.
“I’m okay… please go a little deeper.”
As she whispered with a deep breath, the body pressed close to hers stiffened.
“Nnh, Bjorn…!”
Even swallowing only the tip she could tell. His length grew larger inside her.
“This, haah, was unavoidable.”
With that poor excuse Bjorn tightened his hips to respond to her urging. With the slow push of his firm waist, the thick intrusion gradually entered through her tightly closed inner walls.
It hurt a great deal, yet she could endure it. More than pain, the unreality numbed her thoughts.
That she and Bjorn had become this kind of relationship, that she was the one who would make him happy. Compared to the joy of finally becoming one with him, the pain deep inside her body was nothing.
“Put it in all the way. If it’s from you, even pain will feel sweet.”
At the words she breathed while wrapping her arms around his neck, Bjorn’s rigid body suddenly thrust forward.
With powerful hips, the long-sealed passage inside her finally opened a path and accepted him with difficulty.
“Keugh, I’m sorry…”
Because their hips pressed tightly together, her legs wrapped around his waist spread to their limit. The foreign fullness and pressure filling her completely was unbearably unfamiliar and strange.
“I’m all in. Leila, a little more… inside is too tight…”
But soon, all scattered thoughts shattered and vanished under overwhelming pleasure.
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