His throat bobbed heavily. Then, without being told, he lowered his head and took her hardened n*pple into his mouth. Just as she had done with her fingers, he tugged and licked the tender flesh with his tongue.

“Ah… haa…”

Her sigh came out thick with heat. The slick warmth of his tongue drew tight the sensitized peak, pulling at her with wet, languid suction.

Pleasure spread slowly from her br*ast, aching and sweet. The ticklish sensation made her toes curl.

He clung to her chest until she pressed weakly at his shoulders, and only then did Zephion trail lower. His lips slid across her flat stomach, his tongue swirling into the dip of her navel.

When he pushed her clothing further down toward her hips, she instinctively lifted her waist. The fabric slid off, falling with a soft thud to the floor.

His gaze traveled over her bare body, and her shoulders hunched under the weight of it.

“Stop…”

“I want to see you.”

His eyes traced over every inch of her, and she bit down on her lip. Though his fingers hadn’t even touched her, it felt as if he was caressing her everywhere.
Her flushed br*asts tingled, and heat burned between her thighs. She felt herself growing wet beneath his gaze alone, shame prickling her skin.

She pressed her thighs tightly together, but even then, the dampness was clear.

“Ahh…”

The sound that slipped from Zephion’s lips was somewhere between a gasp and a groan. He pressed another kiss to her stomach, the brush of his sharp nose against her skin making her shiver.

When he reached the place between her clenched thighs, he lifted his head slightly.

“Here… what should I do?”

“Just… ah… however you want…”

“No. I’ll do it the way you wants.”

A sharp ache bloomed low in her belly. His eyes, dark with desire, still carried that stubborn insistence.

‘Is he saying this only to make me burn hotter? Or… is he truly suppressing his own need, just to do as I wish?’

Kaelid had always forced her where he wanted. Yuta had been gentler, but in the end, it had still been on his terms.

Teaching him everything like this felt unfamiliar. She knew Zephion wasn’t as innocent as she sometimes thought, yet she felt almost guilty, as though she were showing him something he should never have learned.

“How do you want me to touch you?”

Reina bit down hard on her lip, then slowly parted her thighs. The wet, glistening entrance revealed itself.

She wanted to tell him to hurry up and put it in, but since he had asked her to teach him, a step-by-step approach seemed better.

“With your hand… first.”

Just as she had guided him to her br*ast, she led his large hand down between her legs. Overlaying his hand with hers, she pressed his fingers inside, her own guiding them in. The heat of her slick, flushed walls wrapped around them.

Moving his long fingers with her own, she felt herself grow even more aroused. When two of his fingers spread and stirred within her, a lewd, wet sound filled the air.

He had barely touched her, and already she was soaked.

Reina bit down on her lips to stifle the m*an threatening to escape.

“It’s… so hot and wet.”

“Haa… ah…”

It almost felt like she was touching herself. In a sense, she was, as her fingers were guiding his inside her.

Unconsciously, she spread her thighs wider and shifted her hips slightly.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mm… it feels good.”

She slowly pulled her hand away, leaving only his fingers moving deep inside her. They slid against her wet walls, pressing and stroking her delicate inner flesh. With each movement, his touch drew quicker breaths from her lips, going deeper each time.

Zephion’s hand was covered in her arousal. His breathing became ragged and, hazy with pleasure, Reina lowered her gaze.

She could see the outline straining hard against his trousers. Her mouth went dry. Even without seeing it fully, its size was unmistakable.

The thought of it made her belly clench sharply and her body tightened instinctively around his fingers. He groaned lowly as her inner walls squeezed him. The deeper his fingers moved inside her, the hotter and stickier she became.

“It’s… so tight.”

There was a trace of worry in his voice. Reina let out a soft laugh.

‘If he knew just how yielding it could be, he’d be surprised.’

She reached for his belt. His breath hitched, growing heavier. Pulling his trousers down, she freed the hard p*nis straining within.

Seeing it fully now—dark, flushed red—she finally understood his concern. Still, she guided him between her thighs.

“I’m wet enough… so put it in.”

“…Reina.”

The rough, trembling sound of his voice sent a shiver through her belly.
She wanted him.
She wanted to know what it felt like to make love with someone she loved.
She wanted to show Zephion everything—anything he wished to know.

“I want you.”

It was the first time she had spoken those words out loud. It was the first time she had truly realised that she wanted someone, and admitted it.

His eyes widened. He let out a ragged breath before lowering his head. She felt him press against her. Reina wrapped her arms around his neck.

Their lips met again.

As his tongue plunged into her mouth, she felt something large and burning slide inside her, stretching her soft walls.

“Hhhngh…!”

Was the dizzying rush because he was Zephion? Or was it because he was much larger than either Kaelid or Yuta?

His thick p*nis slowly filled her, pressing against her belly. The sensation of him dragging against each delicate fold, inch by inch, set her body alight. She longed for him to thr*st deep and strike hard.

“Ah… ahh.”

“Ah—haa… does it hurt?”

“No… it feels… good.”

Even to her own ears, her voice sounded embarrassingly breathless with arousal. Her cheeks burned hot. How could s*x make her feel so feverish?

She had always thought that pleasure from s*x was all the same. But with Zephion, everything was different.

As though he wanted to memorise every part of her, he slid in slowly. Her heightened sensitivity etched the shape of his p*nis into her body: the thick crown, the curve beneath it, its girth and length, and the angle of his steady thr*st.

“Ha… Reina.”

He ground his teeth, restraining himself from charging recklessly at her. Sweat soaked his broad shoulders.

Her belly ached with fullness and her inner walls fluttered and tightened around him. Reina squeezed her eyes shut.

Though he hadn’t yet thr*st deep, a dizzying cl*max rushed lightly through her body.

“Mmh… ahhh—!”

Her nails raked sharply down his back. Every muscle in her body tensed and trembled as she let out the breath she had been holding.

Zephion groaned softly and tenderly caressed her cheek.

“Are you all right?”

Her unfocused eyes blinked a few times before she slowly nodded.

“It’s… because it felt good. I… I just came a little.”

Her voice spilled out, sticky and melting with heat. Zephion gave a faint smile and pressed a trembling kiss to her lips.

“Did you come… because of me?”

“Mmh… yes…”

“That makes me so happy.”

His voice alight with excitement, he whispered. As though he could no longer wait, he thr*st himself fully inside her with one deep movement.

The sensation of his hardness spreading her delicate walls and rubbing roughly against them sent another faint cl*max rippling through her body.

“Ah—ahh!”

Reina clung tightly to him, her arms wrapped around his back. Her thighs were spread wide and trembling violently, her slick flesh clinging tightly to him. With an almost feral sound, Zephion pulled her firmly against him.

She was held so tightly that she could barely breathe as she felt him begin to move. The earlier teasing slowness had gone; his thr*sts were now fierce and raw with desperation. They lacked finesse, but the emotion behind them poured into her without restraint.

“Ahh… nghh… Zephion—ahh, mmh…!”

His golden eyes clouded over with pleasure, his rough breaths ragged in her ear, as he moved relentlessly inside her.

“Hhh—Reina, Reina…”

Desperately calling her name, Zephion buried his face in the slender curve of her neck. Unable to contain himself, he gently bit down.

“Ah…!”

Her gasp trembled out, and then his tongue gently caressed the mark he had left behind. With each wet thr*st, the sound of their joined bodies echoed out: sticky and lewd.

“Tell me, how do I make you feel good?”