She could see the strain in Zephion’s thighs. She wanted to take him deep, all the way to the back of her throat, but with his hands gripping her hips, she couldn’t lower herself enough. Each time she tried to slide further down, he only pulled her hips harder against his face.

“Mmh—ngh…”

Her tongue traced the swollen tip while her hands stroked the thick shaft. Her palms tightened around the base, sliding up towards her lips and sealing around him before sliding back down again.

The heat of his ragged breath against her wet v*gina made her shudder. His tongue pressed firmly against her cl*toris, already flushed and swollen. Not satisfied with that alone, his fingers thr*st into her soaked heat, prying her wide open.

“Ahh… mmh…”

“Reina, I can see everything inside.”

Her whole body quivered at his words. She tightened her lips around him, sucking hard, and a deep groan escaped his throat.

“You’re red all over… twitching so much.”

“Mmmh—nnghh…”

His fingers scraped firmly over her inner ridges, sending a dizzying rush of pleasure spiraling up from her belly to the top of her head. Her trembling hips nearly gave out, but Zephion only pulled her down harder.

“Ahhh—!”

Her face burned as she realized she was fully straddling his mouth. She tried to pull away, but his large hands held her fast, drawing her even closer.

“Let go—ahh, let me go… ahh!”

His nose rubbed against her soaked entrance, smearing himself in her slickness. As though savoring it, he ground his face against her, even inhaling deeply.

A sobbing m*an slipped from her lips.

“D-don’t… stop… ahhh—”

“It feels so good… so incredibly good.”

As if to prove it, the thick p*nis she held in her hands twitched violently, swelling larger. Pre-c*m, once only seeping in drops, now spilled freely, wetting the hard ridges of her stomach.

Trapped under his unyielding grip, Reina could only press her cheek against the solid plane of his abdomen, her voice breaking into breathless m*ans.

“Ahh… hhh…”

She could feel how wet his face had become—slick with her arousal. The thought alone sent her body into shivers.

He inhaled deeply again, as though drinking in the very scent of her most intimate place, and let out a groan of raw desire.

“Please… stop…”

Reina’s shoulders flushed red as she pleaded. Zephion buried his nose into her slick heat once more, inhaling deeply.

“Hhhk—ahh…!”

“Haah… Reina, I want to be inside you.”

“Please… put it in…”

It felt far less humiliating to have him thr*st into her than to have his face rubbing against her so shamelessly.

When she nodded desperately, a low laugh rumbled from his throat. He eased her down gently before covering her body with his own. His solid, burning chest pressed firmly against her back.

“Ahh…”

The thick, slick p*nis slid against the wet folds of her thighs. The weight of him above her felt heavy in the most comforting way.
One large hand cupped her lower belly, lifting her slightly as the blunt tip pressed at her entrance, parting her tender flesh.

“Zephion… haa—nghh…”

He hadn’t even pushed in fully, yet the pleasure blooming in her belly spread to her head all at once. Shivering through a fragile cl*max, she curled her shoulders, and Zephion chuckled softly, biting gently at the shell of her ear.

“It’s not even all the way in yet.”

“I—I know… hurry…”

Her heated walls clung to him, begging for more. Reina tried to move her hips, but her body wouldn’t obey.

As she writhed, breath mingling with broken m*ans, the thick shaft drove suddenly deep, spearing into her core.

“Ahh—ahhh…!”

Her vision went white. Already strung so tight, her body shattered the instant he filled her, a cl*max ripping through her like a storm.

Her whole body curled in on itself as her drenched walls clamped down painfully tight around him. She opened her eyes wide, but saw nothing—her senses drowned in pure pleasure. Sweat broke over her skin, sticky and hot, as if even breathing had been forgotten.

“Uhh—Reina… haah… you’re so tight… so tight…”

His long fingers slipped between her parted lips, hooking around her tongue as he kissed her flushed cheek with a wet, lingering press. As if unwilling to let her go, his thick p*nis slid out only to slam back inside, hard enough to make her cry out.

“Hhhk—ahh…!”

“Ahh… Reina… Reina…”

He whispered her name over and over, moving his hips in rough, urgent thr*sts. Each time he churned deep inside her belly, another wave of dangerous, overwhelming cl*max swept through her. Her broken m*ans spilled past his fingers, muffled and trembling.

His thick, dripping p*nis slid out almost to the tip before driving back in, over and over. Sweat soaked her back, dampening the sheets beneath her. Her hips were pinned down, the bed creaking as if it might collapse. Every thr*st into her soaked v*gina filled the room with lewd, wet sounds.

“Ahh… ahhh…”

Each time he struck deep, a m*an escaped from the very pit of her stomach. His sweat-drenched body clung to hers, sticky and hot. She couldn’t think of anything else. It was all she could do to endure the storm of sensations Zephion gave her.

“Haa—ahh… nghhh…”

“Mmh—ahh… ahhh!”

Even the heavy weight of him pressing down over her sent waves of dizzying pleasure through her. The fingers that had been toying with her tongue moved deeper, swirling inside her mouth. It was like kissing and being kissed all at once, his ragged breaths pouring against her ear, leaving her lightheaded.

His firm lower belly struck her hips with harsh, rhythmic slaps. Her juices overflowed, soaking the mattress beneath them. The hand bracing her lower stomach pressed harder.

“Reina—uhn… ahh, I’m going to c*m…”

At his husky whisper, her body, already trembling at the edge, clenched down around him of its own accord. Her hips were crushed under his weight, her walls squeezing his p*nis mercilessly. Deep inside her, the thick shaft throbbed violently before spilling a hot flood of release.

“Hhh—haa…”

Zephion pulled her into a fierce embrace. Even after he had spilled inside her, his c*ck remained hard, filling her to the brim.

Dazed, Reina blinked slowly, lifting a hand to stroke his damp hair. He pressed his face into her sweat-slicked shoulder, exhaling a long, satisfied sigh.

They stayed joined like that until the heat finally began to cool, the stale air swept away by the breeze leaking through the cracks of the old window. And yet, Zephion’s arousal showed no sign of softening.

As Reina brushed her fingers through his hair, she whispered softly.

“Shouldn’t you get some sleep now? You have work tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine. What about you, Reina?”

“I’m tired.”

“Then just stay still.”

“I meant I’m sleepy, Pipi.”

He buried his face into the curve of her neck. The hand that had pressed against her stomach slid upward, cupping her br*ast. When his fingers pinched her hardened n*pple, a small sigh escaped her lips.

The thick p*nis still stretching her insides began to move again, slow and deliberate.

“Ahhh—nghh…”

As he moved inside her, she could feel his seed leaking slowly from the tight stretch between her thighs. The heat between her legs was damp and sticky.

“Reina, I love you.”

“…Mm.”

At her faint reply, Zephion bit gently at the back of her neck, the playful sting making her let out a small laugh. When she shifted to turn toward him, he let her, adjusting easily.

Reina brushed back his sweat-dampened black hair and looked straight into his golden eyes, whispering softly,

“I love you.”

At that, he smiled brightly, joy lighting his face as his strong arms tightened around her. Closing her eyes, she pulled at his broad back, and the air in the room grew warm again.

***

“Come on—get on my back.”

Reina blinked down at him with an awkward look. He had turned, offering his back, but the idea of climbing on felt too embarrassing to accept so easily.

“I’ll just walk.”

“You’ll get tired.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“You struggle whenever you walk too long.”

There was no arguing with him—he knew all too well the condition of her leg.

“…It’s still better than being carried.”

“Why not? Are you embarrassed?”

She hesitated, then let out a short sigh before answering quietly.

“…Yeah. It’s embarrassing.”

“So what? A husband carrying his wife—no one would say a word about it.”

“I said I’ll walk.”

“Then get on. Or would you rather I carry you in my arms?”