Chapter 24
Lowering himself between her legs, Hitaon aimed his shaft—the one he’d been gripping and shaking until it nearly chafed—at her secret gap. As the blunt texture touched her wet, reddened flesh, the entrance instinctively clenched and released.
Luirene too felt the strange pulse rising from below. Something hot was scratching gently inside her belly. Once the pleasure from before had subsided slightly, the itch bloomed anew.
As if her fundamental desire remained unresolved, fluid kept seeping from within her core. Hitaon knew that the dark red tip of his e******n was getting wet with that lewd moisture.
“Ah, if it hurts…”
“The first time will hurt. I won’t lie to you.”
“Hnng…”
“But as we go… it’ll feel much better than before. I promise.”
When his finger, which had been stroking her inside, brushed against a certain spot, the pleasure that had shot through her entire body came back to her. It was a terrifying stimulation—so intense her vision went white and her mouth fell open. Much better than that. Was that even possible?
Again, curiosity won. Luirene gave a barely perceptible nod. Hitaon braced his hand beside her head. Then she felt herself opening, and before the pooled fluid could even leak out, a hot, thick fullness began pressing slowly inward.
“Aaahn.”
“Huff, haah…”
“How much… how much more…”
“Almost there. Just a little more.”
The lamp was out, and tonight even the moonlight was dim. In the narrow gap of the small room, where they could sense each other only as silhouettes, a deeply secret union was taking place.
She was becoming one with him. The end of curiosity. The final stage of the secret meetings they had been enjoying.
“Hah, ah, ngh.”
Each time the mass of flesh pushed in, inch by inch, Luirene gasped short breaths. By the time the motion had repeated about three times, her belly was already heavy and full. An unbearable pressure surged, making her hips lift involuntarily. That seemed to register differently to Hitaon.
“Don’t rush me…”
“I’m not rushing.”
“You’re too tight… How did my fingers even fit in this narrow thing?”
“Ah… ngh, young master.”
“I’m about halfway in.”
“H-Halfway?”
Not almost there, but halfway? Suddenly her vision went dark. As Luirene hesitated, Hitaon adjusted his grip on her thighs and whispered.
“Dragging this out any longer will be harder on both of us. I’ll put it all in at once, so watch your voice.”
Before she could say wait a moment, Hitaon thrust his hips deep. His shaft drove in to the hilt in an instant, ruthlessly striking her inner walls. The moment she was pried open as if by something solid and scraped mercilessly inside, her vision flashed. A scream beyond a moan nearly tore out—she bit her tongue and endured.
“Huff… Damn it.”
The moment he buried himself to the base, Hitaon roughly pulled the body beneath him into his arms. Luirene, trembling from the shudder that shook her entire being, felt a warm, wet sensation spreading inside her.
“Young master… just now…”
“Ha.”
Exhaling a languid breath befitting a man who had reached climax, Hitaon groggily pushed himself up.
“What a waste.”
His shaft, still hard despite having spilled once, remained buried. When he moved, it prodded her at a different angle. Luirene twisted her head with a sharp gasp. Hitaon gently rocked his hips, gauging her interior with his shaft.
“Still, you’re wetter now—a bit easier than before.”
“Hnnngh…”
“I’m not usually this fast. Would you give me a chance to redeem myself?”
As if to demonstrate, he began gently bumping his pelvis back and forth.
Certainly, with s***n flooded inside acting as lubricant, his shaft moved in and out less tightly than before.
It felt like a warm wave pushing deep into her belly and receding. No, not a wave. Something hot… like a ball of fire. Her sensitivity gradually sharpened. Her breath quickened, and the pleasure spreading to every corner of her body grew heavier. Luirene’s eyes went half-lidded, hazy.
Hitaon, who had been fondling her b*****s rising above the chemise, started to thrust a little harder—then stopped short. The old bed in the old room. It had creaked ominously the moment they both climbed on. Even a little force in their movements made the wooden frame shriek hysterically. Damn it.
“Looks like I’m being forced to practice patience.”
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