“...!”
Erna was helplessly swept away by the sudden surge of stimulation. What she had been forced to endure endlessly a few days ago, without knowing limits, burrowed into her body once again. She bit her lip, struggling to cope with her stomach being so full, even though she hadn't eaten anything special.
At first, it was difficult to even insert half of it, so she clung on while crying. When she looked down, the two were already pressed tightly together without even the slightest gap.
“Hu-uh...”
As her momentarily numb senses returned, Erna began to feel, little by little, just how massive what she was harboring was. Her breath caught in her throat, and her mouth dropped open involuntarily. Even though she had done nothing wrong, she wanted to beg to be spared.
Even now, Erna couldn't understand. How something so brutal could bring her pleasure. And how on earth did Callion carry something like this around normally?
“Ugh...”
Erna desperately stifled a groan. She wished he would just move immediately, but Callion, having thrust deep inside in one swift motion, stopped moving his hips. In the meantime, Erna’s breathing, which had been panting like a stabbed beast, gradually calmed down.
The heartbeat felt in their pressed chests was initially erratic. It was a sound that didn't match, like a discordant beat, but strangely enough, as their bodies overlapped, it gradually began to beat together like a single heart.
"Are you okay?"
Erna nodded at the voice that still held a hint of tenderness. No, actually, she wasn't okay. Callion's was still too large to handle, and her intensely aroused body was feeling its presence all too vividly.
What was more distressing to Erna than the physical pain was the tickling sensation of sitting still during this time. As promised from the beginning, Callion always moved while checking on her condition, except when she had completely lost her mind. Just like a moment ago, he called out to her several times, asking if she was really okay.
So, Erna sometimes had absurd thoughts. That maybe Callion cared for her a little bit.
“Uh-huh...”
Erna clenched her tickling fingers tightly and answered with a groan.
"Then I'll move."
At first, he acted stiffly, as if giving orders, but now Callion's words had become quite rounded. It was as if he were speaking to a close friend. However, the actions that followed his affectionate words were not particularly affectionate.
Callion pulled his hips back so that Erna's lower body only gripped the tip of his, then thrust his hips rapidly again. Thump! Thump! Before she could even moan, feeling her lower body spread wide and aching from the thickest part, that section rapidly moved in and out, mercilessly scraping against the tender inner walls.
“Ah, ah! Hmph!”
Erna let out a breathless gasp every time the blunt tip thrust deep inside. Her lower regions, already soaked from the start, dripped even more fluid with every movement of Callion. As the sound of flesh colliding mingled with the sound of wetness, Erna wanted to cover her ears.
To think this is a sound she created. No, to be precise, a sound created by her and Callion.
She remembered what she first said to Callion. That it wasn't a big deal. That you just stand it up, put it in, and wrap it up, right?
She didn't know back then. She didn't know that they would have to stay physically close for so long to get to that point. Nor did she know that it wasn't something that would end in just a few minutes. And that there were so many things to experience at that time.
Splish-splat. Tears welled up in Erna's eyes as Callion thrust into her wet lower regions until they tingled. She could feel her insides convulsing, and simultaneously trying to grip Callion's member tightly. Unable to believe her body's reaction, Erna clutched the bed sheets even tighter. Rough creases remained on the sheets, corresponding to the number of pleasures Erna felt.
“S-stop...”
"It hurts?"
“Uh, uhm... S-slowly...”
When Callion asked, Erna, unable to bring herself to say yes because she felt it too intensely, nodded with difficulty. Then Callion smirked and replied.
"I'll do as you wish."
It was a truly grateful answer. She thought she would be able to regain her senses a little now. However, not long after, Erna realized that she was greatly mistaken about something.
Callion's glans slowly moved back and forth inside her. She thought that would be enough...
“Ah... Hmph...”
Erna's body trembled slightly. Because of the very slow movements, she could feel everything even more clearly. When the glans, which had been slowly entering while rubbing against the inside, pressed firmly on the spot where Erna was always most sensitive.
“Aaaah!”
Erna writhed and let out a scream. Her vision repeatedly turned white and then dark. Sparks crackled in her head. Meanwhile, Callion's hand had already stripped off Erna's underwear and gently grasped her swaying breasts. He squeezed the red nipples, swollen with excitement, between his fingers and shook them, then lowered his head to bite and pull at the hardened ones with his lips.
“Ugh!”
As her upper and lower bodies were stimulated simultaneously, Erna could not think of anything. However, as the slow stimulation continued, she realized something was missing. This wasn't enough. Just a little, just a little more...
Then, the moment Callion attempted to slowly enter again, Erna ended up moving her hips on her own.
“...!”
Then Callion bit his lip and glared at her.
“Seriously, you...”
“Why, why...”
Erna felt wronged by the low, growling voice.
"If you were going to act like this, you shouldn't have told me to take my time."
Callion looked at Erna's body twitching beneath him. Seeing her ask why with a face full of tears, it seemed she was unaware of it herself—that she was moving her hips on her own for the first time. Callion remained still, no longer moving. At that, Erna moved her hips even more on her own, wrapping them around him.
'Crazy...'
Callion had to grit his teeth to keep from swearing. Otherwise, he felt as though he would let out gasping breaths like a child who had just awakened to sexuality, clutching his aroused self and not knowing what to do.
Erna, in his arms, moved on her own for the first time, craving pleasure from him. That fact alone made Callion feel as though he were losing his mind. She didn't dislike what he was doing. No, to the point where she wanted it even more.
She thought it would be nice to stay like this all day long. Forgetting about the political meetings, the Envoy of Havand, and the Knights—everything. If only they could roll around on the bed together, mixing their bodies from morning till evening. If only they could mix their bodies until they were a complete mess, continuously feeling a pleasure that felt like her brain was melting.
"Ha..."
Feeling her inside tightening around him even more, Callion lifted Erna up. As their bodies were lifted with their lower bodies firmly intertwined, Erna wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Callion...”
As a small, sobbing voice called his name, Callion embraced her. Squirm. His member, filling Erna, swelled even more, knowing no limits. It was a strange thing. Many parts could feel sexual stimulation. Her white nape, her voluptuous breasts, her slender waist, and her smooth belly. And her lower body was still twitching and tightening around him.
However, Callion realized that he was aroused even more by Erna's voice calling his name than by anything else. As if it were the most terrible aphrodisiac in the world.
Perhaps he hadn't been poisoned by a monster. Could the poison actually have been Erna? Could it be that he had been slowly becoming poisoned ever since the moment he tasted her?
Callion gripped Erna's waist tightly again. Then, he slowly lifted her body. As he did so, her body was lifted as lightly as a paper doll.
“Ah, uh...”
As Callion's hardened penis withdrew from beneath her, fluid dripped from the hole that hadn't fully closed due to having held onto the large thing for so long. Was it because what had filled her insides had left? Erna felt a sense of emptiness rather than relief. However, Callion's erect penis soon parted her flesh again and slowly entered.
“Haaah...”
Erna tilted her head back, her long golden hair fluttering. Her voluptuous breasts swayed red tassels before Callion, seducing him. And Callion could find no reason to refuse that temptation. Sucking on Erna's breasts with his tongue, Callion slowly seated her on top of him. The veins of his bulging genitals rubbed against her increasingly sensitive inner walls. Trembling, Erna found herself thinking something without realizing it.
'A little more.'
She wished Callion would move a little faster. She wanted him to scratch inside her more strongly and roughly. However, as if unaware of her feelings, Callion merely moved very slowly, just as she had instructed him a moment ago.
Erna bit her hand. She couldn't move on her own while being held like this. So, to release this desire that kept building up, Callion needed to move, but wasn't it she who had asked him to take it slow just moments ago?
Even before she knew what to do, Erna's body was heating up. Then, she met Callion's gaze as he bit her chest. A smile was clearly on the corners of his mouth as he gnawed at her erect nipple with his lips.
“You...”
That smile convinced Erna. He knew. She wanted something stronger and was at a loss for what to do.
Callion licked the nipple he had been holding in his mouth with his tongue and spoke in a hateful voice.
"Say it."
"What..."
“Fuck me hard.”
Erna was helplessly swept away by the sudden surge of stimulation. What she had been forced to endure endlessly a few days ago, without knowing limits, burrowed into her body once again. She bit her lip, struggling to cope with her stomach being so full, even though she hadn't eaten anything special.
At first, it was difficult to even insert half of it, so she clung on while crying. When she looked down, the two were already pressed tightly together without even the slightest gap.
“Hu-uh...”
As her momentarily numb senses returned, Erna began to feel, little by little, just how massive what she was harboring was. Her breath caught in her throat, and her mouth dropped open involuntarily. Even though she had done nothing wrong, she wanted to beg to be spared.
Even now, Erna couldn't understand. How something so brutal could bring her pleasure. And how on earth did Callion carry something like this around normally?
“Ugh...”
Erna desperately stifled a groan. She wished he would just move immediately, but Callion, having thrust deep inside in one swift motion, stopped moving his hips. In the meantime, Erna’s breathing, which had been panting like a stabbed beast, gradually calmed down.
The heartbeat felt in their pressed chests was initially erratic. It was a sound that didn't match, like a discordant beat, but strangely enough, as their bodies overlapped, it gradually began to beat together like a single heart.
"Are you okay?"
Erna nodded at the voice that still held a hint of tenderness. No, actually, she wasn't okay. Callion's was still too large to handle, and her intensely aroused body was feeling its presence all too vividly.
What was more distressing to Erna than the physical pain was the tickling sensation of sitting still during this time. As promised from the beginning, Callion always moved while checking on her condition, except when she had completely lost her mind. Just like a moment ago, he called out to her several times, asking if she was really okay.
So, Erna sometimes had absurd thoughts. That maybe Callion cared for her a little bit.
“Uh-huh...”
Erna clenched her tickling fingers tightly and answered with a groan.
"Then I'll move."
At first, he acted stiffly, as if giving orders, but now Callion's words had become quite rounded. It was as if he were speaking to a close friend. However, the actions that followed his affectionate words were not particularly affectionate.
Callion pulled his hips back so that Erna's lower body only gripped the tip of his, then thrust his hips rapidly again. Thump! Thump! Before she could even moan, feeling her lower body spread wide and aching from the thickest part, that section rapidly moved in and out, mercilessly scraping against the tender inner walls.
“Ah, ah! Hmph!”
Erna let out a breathless gasp every time the blunt tip thrust deep inside. Her lower regions, already soaked from the start, dripped even more fluid with every movement of Callion. As the sound of flesh colliding mingled with the sound of wetness, Erna wanted to cover her ears.
To think this is a sound she created. No, to be precise, a sound created by her and Callion.
She remembered what she first said to Callion. That it wasn't a big deal. That you just stand it up, put it in, and wrap it up, right?
She didn't know back then. She didn't know that they would have to stay physically close for so long to get to that point. Nor did she know that it wasn't something that would end in just a few minutes. And that there were so many things to experience at that time.
Splish-splat. Tears welled up in Erna's eyes as Callion thrust into her wet lower regions until they tingled. She could feel her insides convulsing, and simultaneously trying to grip Callion's member tightly. Unable to believe her body's reaction, Erna clutched the bed sheets even tighter. Rough creases remained on the sheets, corresponding to the number of pleasures Erna felt.
“S-stop...”
"It hurts?"
“Uh, uhm... S-slowly...”
When Callion asked, Erna, unable to bring herself to say yes because she felt it too intensely, nodded with difficulty. Then Callion smirked and replied.
"I'll do as you wish."
It was a truly grateful answer. She thought she would be able to regain her senses a little now. However, not long after, Erna realized that she was greatly mistaken about something.
Callion's glans slowly moved back and forth inside her. She thought that would be enough...
“Ah... Hmph...”
Erna's body trembled slightly. Because of the very slow movements, she could feel everything even more clearly. When the glans, which had been slowly entering while rubbing against the inside, pressed firmly on the spot where Erna was always most sensitive.
“Aaaah!”
Erna writhed and let out a scream. Her vision repeatedly turned white and then dark. Sparks crackled in her head. Meanwhile, Callion's hand had already stripped off Erna's underwear and gently grasped her swaying breasts. He squeezed the red nipples, swollen with excitement, between his fingers and shook them, then lowered his head to bite and pull at the hardened ones with his lips.
“Ugh!”
As her upper and lower bodies were stimulated simultaneously, Erna could not think of anything. However, as the slow stimulation continued, she realized something was missing. This wasn't enough. Just a little, just a little more...
Then, the moment Callion attempted to slowly enter again, Erna ended up moving her hips on her own.
“...!”
Then Callion bit his lip and glared at her.
“Seriously, you...”
“Why, why...”
Erna felt wronged by the low, growling voice.
"If you were going to act like this, you shouldn't have told me to take my time."
Callion looked at Erna's body twitching beneath him. Seeing her ask why with a face full of tears, it seemed she was unaware of it herself—that she was moving her hips on her own for the first time. Callion remained still, no longer moving. At that, Erna moved her hips even more on her own, wrapping them around him.
'Crazy...'
Callion had to grit his teeth to keep from swearing. Otherwise, he felt as though he would let out gasping breaths like a child who had just awakened to sexuality, clutching his aroused self and not knowing what to do.
Erna, in his arms, moved on her own for the first time, craving pleasure from him. That fact alone made Callion feel as though he were losing his mind. She didn't dislike what he was doing. No, to the point where she wanted it even more.
She thought it would be nice to stay like this all day long. Forgetting about the political meetings, the Envoy of Havand, and the Knights—everything. If only they could roll around on the bed together, mixing their bodies from morning till evening. If only they could mix their bodies until they were a complete mess, continuously feeling a pleasure that felt like her brain was melting.
"Ha..."
Feeling her inside tightening around him even more, Callion lifted Erna up. As their bodies were lifted with their lower bodies firmly intertwined, Erna wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Callion...”
As a small, sobbing voice called his name, Callion embraced her. Squirm. His member, filling Erna, swelled even more, knowing no limits. It was a strange thing. Many parts could feel sexual stimulation. Her white nape, her voluptuous breasts, her slender waist, and her smooth belly. And her lower body was still twitching and tightening around him.
However, Callion realized that he was aroused even more by Erna's voice calling his name than by anything else. As if it were the most terrible aphrodisiac in the world.
Perhaps he hadn't been poisoned by a monster. Could the poison actually have been Erna? Could it be that he had been slowly becoming poisoned ever since the moment he tasted her?
Callion gripped Erna's waist tightly again. Then, he slowly lifted her body. As he did so, her body was lifted as lightly as a paper doll.
“Ah, uh...”
As Callion's hardened penis withdrew from beneath her, fluid dripped from the hole that hadn't fully closed due to having held onto the large thing for so long. Was it because what had filled her insides had left? Erna felt a sense of emptiness rather than relief. However, Callion's erect penis soon parted her flesh again and slowly entered.
“Haaah...”
Erna tilted her head back, her long golden hair fluttering. Her voluptuous breasts swayed red tassels before Callion, seducing him. And Callion could find no reason to refuse that temptation. Sucking on Erna's breasts with his tongue, Callion slowly seated her on top of him. The veins of his bulging genitals rubbed against her increasingly sensitive inner walls. Trembling, Erna found herself thinking something without realizing it.
'A little more.'
She wished Callion would move a little faster. She wanted him to scratch inside her more strongly and roughly. However, as if unaware of her feelings, Callion merely moved very slowly, just as she had instructed him a moment ago.
Erna bit her hand. She couldn't move on her own while being held like this. So, to release this desire that kept building up, Callion needed to move, but wasn't it she who had asked him to take it slow just moments ago?
Even before she knew what to do, Erna's body was heating up. Then, she met Callion's gaze as he bit her chest. A smile was clearly on the corners of his mouth as he gnawed at her erect nipple with his lips.
“You...”
That smile convinced Erna. He knew. She wanted something stronger and was at a loss for what to do.
Callion licked the nipple he had been holding in his mouth with his tongue and spoke in a hateful voice.
"Say it."
"What..."
“Fuck me hard.”
“You, you... know...!”
When Erna glared at him, Callion stopped his moving hand. As a result, Erna ended up being held atop him, only half-embracing him. Unable to do anything, her body grew increasingly weary from the accumulated stimulation.
"Come on, Erna."
"Baddie..."
“I have no intention of being a good guy to you. So, hurry up.”
Erna closed her eyes at Callion's firm words. Bastard. Nasty bastard. Doing this on purpose, knowing everything.
Even while thinking that, Erna reached out, hugged his neck, and pleaded.
“...Do it for me.”
“...”
Erna eventually raised the white flag to Callion, who was still not moving.
“Do it hard, Callion.”
Thump! At that moment, Callion's hand mercilessly slammed her down onto him. As he embraced Erna's body, collapsing into his arms, Callion thought.
How many times tonight will I spray my own on this body?
If she poured it out until it overflowed even after filling her completely, perhaps a child would settle in this soft womb today. In any case, he intended to fill her up so much that she would cry and say she couldn't eat any more. Enough so that he wouldn't have to worry even if it dripped out.
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