For the first time since entwining her body with Rictusa, Shasha let out a heated moan. The sound hovered between pleasure-soaked cries and pain-laced sighs, impossible to distinguish.

Her focus locked onto the massive flesh standing er*ect before her. Thick, bulging, monstrous in size. It was terrifyingly huge. Even when she reflexively closed her eyes, that grotesque thing flickered behind her darkened vision like a phantom.

The thought crossed her mind that she might die if he pushed it all inside her.

Horrified by its unprecedented thickness and length, Shasha couldn’t readily spread her legs. 

She pushed back with her feet until the bed sheets wrinkled beneath her, quickly hitting the hard headboard behind her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” he said.

He didn’t rush. Rictusa spent considerable time on f*replay, waiting until Shasha was sufficiently prepared. Gradually, she began to relax.

Her body, already sensitive after her heat period, reached mild climaxes merely from stealing glances at his manhood.

“Would it be too much to ask you to help me?”

Rictusa lifted his head after pressing kisses along the inside and outside of her snow-white thighs. He approached on his knees, meeting her eyes with a desperate expression that seemed to crave something.

Eventually yielding to her brother’s earnest request, she knelt between his legs.

“I’m not sure I can take it all in my mouth,” she thought.

While Lucifer’s demon-form member had been nearly half the size of her face, Rictusa’s, though enormous, could at least fit in her mouth with effort, perhaps due to his mixed human blood.

The length, however, made it impossible to take him completely. She couldn’t swallow it all even if she pushed it deep into her throat, nor did she want to endure the gagging to perform oral s*x.

She felt gentle fingers brushing away the hair falling over her eyebrows. Keeping slight distance, Rictusa firmly held the back of her head with his strong knuckles and slowly pushed his p*nis between her delicate lips, which opened like a flower.

Subtle vibrations traveled through her trembling jaw and small mouth. The soft, moist membranes repeatedly clung to and released from his member. Languid breaths escaped him involuntarily.

Though he hadn’t inserted it very deeply, her mouth was so narrow and small that his p*nis easily reached her uvula.

Each time this happened, Shasha retched and released muffled moans, her eyes turning red around the edges.

When he saw her eyes, still maintaining eye contact while struggling with his member filling her mouth, and her moisture-filled gaze, he clenched his teeth and swallowed a sharp breath. 

Momentarily, strong pressure surged through the hand holding her small head.

“Ah, haah… huh.”

After just a few strokes, Shasha’s mouth filled with bitter fluid.

“Mmph.”

Unable to wipe away the s*men dripping down her chin, she collapsed into a sitting position and coughed harshly. Swallowing s*men still felt uncomfortable, though Lucifer’s, perhaps due to pheromones from his non-human race, had a tolerable scent and taste.

But Rictusa’s…

“Urgh.” 

Tasting it properly for the first time in her life, she gagged repeatedly at its fishy, salty, revolting flavor. Unable to swallow, she bent her head and spat it all onto the floor.

The quantity was immense. Even while she caught her breath and whimpered, Rictusa continued stroking himself, expelling the remaining s*men.

The cloudy liquid splattered across the red wool carpet. Naturally, he didn’t mind at all.

In fact, he felt intense pleasure seeing Shasha unconsciously watching his m*sturbation. Even after releasing such an overwhelming amount, that monstrous p*nis began rising again at a frightening speed within seconds.

Without delay, Rictusa laid Shasha on the bed and kissed along her cleavage. Fearing she might flee in terror like the woman at the inn, he made sure to restrain her firmly.

Even with hands larger than the average adult male, he could barely grasp his own member. He could only imagine how the recipient would feel.

Rictusa was torn between wanting to ignore Shasha’s upcoming reaction and being consumed by the desire to make love to her all night long.

After rolling his lips around the mounds of her br*asts, he finally bit her er*ect n*pple. He pressed his lips against Shasha’s sweat-dampened forehead and the bridge of her nose, blocking her gaze as it tried to look downward.

She had spread her legs but seemed to be hesitating whether to allow his enormous member. Fear shimmered in her unsteady eyes.

Quietly observing her reaction, Rictusa decided it would be better if she couldn’t see his p*nis at all, so he pressed his upper body closer to hers.

Judging by its length alone, he wouldn’t be able to push it all the way inside her.

“Ah… huh!”

The penetration began without warning. Just pushing the tip of the gl*ns inside caused Shasha’s pupils to dilate widely, and her hands frantically pushed against his firm abdomen.

In response, Rictusa continued kissing her eyelids, seemingly trying to soothe her. He kissed her moist eyes and her lips as they took short, gasping breaths.

While showering kisses all over her face without pause, he overlapped their hips and slowly pushed his lower body forward.

Even without moving up and down, merely entering at a slow pace made Shasha cry out with a scream soaked in pain and pleasure, unable to bear it.

“Ah, huh, ungh… ngh!”

Only when about one-third had entered did Rictusa finally stop his shower of small kisses. He wanted their bodies to overlap completely without any gaps, but stopped, realizing it would put too much strain on Shasha’s body.

“Are you alright?”

“Hngh, ah, uh…”

She wasn’t alright at all. Although the men she’d been with before had sizeable members, making her think she’d only need a moment to adjust to Rictusa, this was beyond her tolerance.

“Ugh, haaah…”

Her lower region felt swollen to the bursting point. Not joking but genuinely concerned it might actually happen, Shasha grabbed her waist.

“Augh!”

Her waist bent convulsively as he moved back and forth, pushing in little by little.

Spreading her legs wide as though impaled by a massive harpoon, she trembled violently and clutched the sheets with her fingertips.

Seeing this sequence of movements, Rictusa breathed more heavily against Shasha’s chest and thrust his hips once forcefully.

“Ah! Ugh, hngh, oh, oh, broth—”

“Shasha, just a little. Just a little more.”

He grabbed a discarded pillow and placed it under her raised hips, then covered her lips—which were crying out in agony—with his own. Through them, he sucked in every breath she released without leaving any behind.

Though her cries were closer to pain-filled screams than pleasure, Rictusa only slowed his pace more gently without withdrawing the p*nis he had managed to insert.

Lala’s legs remained motionless in the air, seemingly frozen from the shock beyond imagination and the heaviness like a blunt instrument inserted inside her.

Unable to move her hips, she merely swayed like a wooden doll following Rictusa’s movements.

With her lips blocked by his, she couldn’t even breathe freely. His upward-curved p*nis mercilessly scraped against her sensitive spots. Shasha looked down at the weapon-like p*nis crossing through her insides, her entire body stiff with tension.

“Shasha, are you okay?”

Her lips were consumed again. Hoping she would become as aroused as himself, Rictusa gave her small kisses and rubbed her er*ect n*pples with his thumbs, attempting something more while still inside her.

But contrary to his intentions, Shasha couldn’t think about anything right now. It felt like a giant skewer splitting her body in two.

Her bent knees still couldn’t wrap around Rictusa’s lower body and swayed stiffly in the air, while her small pale face, barely visible in the darkness, was drenched in cold sweat.

“Mmm, ah, ah, ugh, huh.”

Shasha placed her clenched fists on his stone-like shoulders. Though not completely adjusted, she could now faintly feel pleasure rising through the pain.

Rictusa also refrained from excessive movement from the beginning. Suppressing his desires as much as possible, he continued his hip movements without speed, embracing Shasha like soothing a child, teaching her the basics.

Gradually, a rich sensuality began pooling in the intermittent moans she released.

Rictusa eagerly drank in her breath like a child craving mother’s milk and twirled her silver hair around his fingertips.

His heart raced as the wet inner walls enveloped him like waves, seemingly desiring him just as much.

Unable to hold back any longer, Rictusa hastily withdrew and ej*culated directly onto the bed.

The amount was enormous, just like when he first released in her mouth.

“Ah…”

Just when she was about to reach her peak, the emptiness left by his sudden withdrawal allowed cold air to seep inside. Shasha blinked repeatedly and tilted her head to look down.

“I haven’t even started yet…”

Somehow, it felt like everything ended too quickly. Meanwhile, Rictusa was trying to control his breathing, which came in gusts like a strong wind, his expression helplessly overwhelmed with pleasure as he braced himself against the bed.

“I guess it’s fine if brother enjoyed it.”

Setting aside her strange disappointment, Shasha raised herself from the bed sheets.

Except for Bel and Lucifer, most men with human blood would stop after one or two times, unless driven like Narcissus by the princess, so she planned to wash up and change clothes at this point.

They say men’s ej*culation time is ridiculously short, and it seemed Rictusa couldn’t escape his innate nature either.

“…Shasha.”

Just as she had reached this conclusion, a suddenly deep voice stopped her.

“Would it be too difficult to continue?”

“Pardon?”

Didn’t they just finish?