Red Riding Hood - Chapter 77

Ylfus let out a deep, rumbling growl from his throat and seized her lips with his own. Like a ravenous wolf, he devoured every inch of her mouth, exploring it thoroughly while his hand continued to tease her tender core.

His fingers curled, repeatedly pressing against the soft, spongy spot inside her, causing Cinq’s back to arch sharply. She actively sucked on his tongue, her hips instinctively bucking against his hand in clear approval.

“……!”

Suddenly, her walls tightened around him, and her slender waist trembled lightly. Faint, voiceless moans escaped her throat, and he eagerly swallowed them, gently withdrawing his hand from her.

“Haa…”

Caught in the lingering waves of her climax, she looked like an alluring nymph. Her fluttering lashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly, and her crimson lips, slick with saliva, appeared decadently wanton.

Cinq, with her innocent face, was his own personal Eros. Under the moonlight, she was his devoted wife, one who had sworn eternal love in warm blood.

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

He laid her down on the bed and gently spread her legs. Though embarrassed, she obediently parted her thighs widely before him, one hand shyly covering her lips.

“It’s too sore, Cinq. I think I need to soothe it by soaking it in your deep well.”

He placed his fully e***t manhood atop her folds. Cinq clutched the sheets tightly, letting out a short gasp.

His member, now hairless, appeared even longer than before. Though sculpted like an exquisite piece of art, its imposing presence was more like a rugged iron rod. Cinq glanced downward with fresh astonishment.

She could see her plump mound and her flat lower abdomen.

How did this small body manage to accommodate something so massive almost every day?

Ylfus grasped his shaft and stroked it slowly as he asked,

“Why are you staring, Cinq? Are you amazed all over again?”

Without tearing her gaze from his length, she nodded.

Her husband spoke tenderly.

“Then keep watching. See how beautifully your petite body welcomes me.”

He guided his thick tip to her entrance. The sight was almost surreal—like a creature trying to burrow into her depths. Cinq instinctively brought her hand to her mouth.

Gradually, he pressed inside her, taking his time. As he claimed her, her body—already accustomed to him—accepted him with ease.

The bulbous head, as large as a clenched fist, gently pried open her tight entrance. Her tiny opening stretched elastically to engulf him, and her aroused inner walls clung to his shaft as if urging him to move deeper. From within, a fountain of warm essence welled up to greet him.

Fully buried inside her, Ylfus exhaled a sweet sigh, brushing back his disheveled hair.

“Look, Cinq.”

Her hazy eyes opened, and she gazed downward.

His marble-like lower abdomen was pressed firmly against her mound.

Indeed, that long and enormous length was entirely inside her.

Cinq tightened around him lightly, letting out a soft moan.

“Ah… Huu… Y-Ylfus. This feels strange…”

Ylfus could feel her insides squirming, almost as if alive, gripping his manhood in a slick, snug embrace.

He refrained from moving, leaving himself buried deep within her, and asked her gently.

“What feels strange, Cinq?”

“It’s so… smooth. Hnn…”

The sensation of smooth, bare skin rubbing against her entrance felt both unfamiliar and pleasing. Cinq whimpered softly, her hips shifting instinctively to press against him. The friction of their bare flesh touching was tender and affectionate.

“Ahh… aaah…”

With him fully seated inside her, Cinq rolled her hips, trembling. His shaft seemed perfectly crafted to hit all her sensitive spots. Simply holding him within was enough to make her toes curl in uncontrollable delight.

As she tightened and released around him, seeking out her favorite spots, her flushed, sensual expression grew needier.