CHAPTER 33

With the gl*ns in, the sh*ft was easier, or at least she thought. It was somewhat okay up to the point where his fingers had loosened her up but beyond that…

“Mmm.”

He pushed in, expanding the passage in all directions. Like a mold fitting perfectly around a sword, her v*gina stretched wide open exactly to the shape and size of his p*nis, snugly adhering with no gaps.

Slowly, Dian pushed his robust sh*ft inside her up to the length they had agreed upon. She moaned from the pressure, filled with a sensation of fullness that reached her abdomen.

Uh… Don’t move, just stay like this for a moment…”

“Yeah, let me know when you’re ready.”

He remained as still as a statue. She, too, couldn’t move a muscle with his sh*ft inside her.

When she was young, she once got a splinter in her finger. Afraid it might go in deeper if she moved carelessly, she couldn’t move or let anyone come near her. She was curled up in the corner of her bed, and Dian gently coaxed her out.

Now there was something much larger inside her, compared to a splinter. Of course, it was a normal penetration, but the p*nis was so big that it felt like a foreign object. She couldn’t move and her body tensed up.

“…….”

Behind her, she heard a small sigh from above.

“Rienn, try to ease up rather than tense up.”

“I can’t help it…”

“You can’t help it?”

Dian mimicked her words and reached out his hand. He stroked her back gently, then slid his hand to caress her chest. His rough and firm palm drew circles over her n*pples.

“Mmmmm…….”

If below felt like being invaded, above felt like being soothed and cared for. She arched her back as he rubbed her n*pple with callused fingertips.

“Hmm.”

Focusing on the pl*asure, she shifted her rounded body slightly in the armchair. While his robust sh*ft remained firmly lodged inside her, she tried to relax the rest of her body and accept it more flexibly.

“That’s it.”

Diane must have felt it right away. She tilted her head back, aware of their connection. Her eyes locked with Dian’s as he stood behind her, looking straight down at her. His beautiful and tidy face, along with his slightly intensified gaze, melted her heart. She almost resented him a little, because he was so big.

He wordlessly brushed a strand of hair that framed her face to one side.

“Go ahead…….”

She signaled that she was ready.

“Yeah, let’s not overdo it since I took the potion today.”

Dian slowly thrust his hips. Feeling uncomfortable with her head turned, she leaned forward again. His p*nis slid out, scraping against her inner walls, and then back in again, leaving only the gl*ns in, the tight friction sending a shiver of pl*asure through her tight folds.

“Hmph…….”

He gripped her pelvis and humped again.

His movements were leisurely, not fast, allowing her to follow along with her mind. He penetrated deeply, then withdrew over a long distance before plunging back in, grazing the folds and penetrating deeply again… He was relentlessly stimulating her previously empty and tingling passage. Tears welled up in her eyes from the indescribable thrill.

“Mmmmm, yes, yes, mmmmm…….”

She let out a hot breath, and hot air pooled between her face and the armchair.

Suddenly, she realized the novelty of being in this position on the armchair. During the healing ritual, she would sit upright, offering my br*asts for nursing……. Her head was filled with lustful thoughts and a strong desire to do more.

Now that she had what she desired, reality was beyond her imagination. She had never dreamed of being in this position, lying like this on her stomach, having s*x in the so-called doggy style.

“It feels really soft, Rienn.”

As Dian continued his thrusting, he alternated between touching her back, br*asts, and b*ttocks.

“Um, where?”

“Your whole body is soft, especially inside; it’s tight and soft.”

“Mmm.”

She replied somewhat absentmindedly due to her daze. Having s*x in this position on the armchair, though pleasant, made it a bit difficult to breathe. Not only was her face getting flushed, but she also felt stifled from the front and sides. Plus, with the sheets soaked in milk, the smell overwhelming, she feared she might get drunk on her own scent.

“Ha, Dian, um…”

“Yeah, Rienn?”

As his conquering m*mber withdrew like the ebb and flow of the tide, Dian continued his movement as if they were just having a conversation. When she raised one hand to signal him to stop, all movement ceased immediately.

“Why?”

“Let’s do it on the bed.”

There was a spacious bed right next to them.

“Are you uncomfortable? Let me move you, just stay there for a second.”

She thought he was going to pull out his c*ck, but he didn’t. Dian kept it in, he embraced her with both arms around her waist, hips, chest, and shoulders, and held me there. She relaxed her body like a ragdoll in his arms as he shifted, stepped away, and gently lowered her onto the soft sheets. Her knees bent, maintaining the previous position of being on all fours but in a different location.

“Haah.”

The air was fresh and cool as it circulated freely. She adjusted her posture, pressing her arms and legs against the smooth sheet while arching her back and raising her a$s. As she glanced backward, her eyes met Dian’s, who was staring down at her.

He stood on the bed, pulling up the top he was still wearing. His toned, muscular upper body was gorgeous, and she wanted to see more, but she was more eager to resume the paused thrusting.

“Quickly, again…”

She swayed her a$s, urging him on.

Oh, I can move in this position.

A gentle laughter came from behind and the thrusting resumed. Dian thrust forward and backward, and her attention was on that again. The doggy-style position provided a smooth insertion angle, and his m*mber entered and exited her v*gina like a well-carved tool.

“Mmmmm, yes, yes, yes…….”

It felt refreshing as his firm m*mber tantalizingly brushed against her inner walls.

“Feeling good?” 

Dian asked sweetly, teasing her with both hands. They caressed her a$s, then moved down to stroke her front thighs, then back up and over her pelvis to her back. His hands never stopped exploring every inch of her body, lingering on her br*asts and kneading the flesh there.

Milk dripped steadily from her soft, hanging br*asts. Not only the armchair but now also the bedsheet was stained and soaked with her milk as if marking territory like an animal.

“Aaaaah…….”

His hands skillfully squeezed out the milk. Forming his hand into a “C” shape, he pushed from the outside of her ar*ola to the inside, causing a steady stream of milk to splash onto the sheet. It felt strange to be milking in this position. Dian wrapped his fingers around her br*asts as if gathering water and brought it back to drink.

Meanwhile, the thrusting continued. Her v*gina was being scratched viciously by the fleshy pillar, and her br*asts were being milked by his fingertips. With the frequent friction, her juices flowed continuously, and the milk emerged in various directions from different ducts. It was amazing how much l*quid could come out of a human body.

“Um, yes, there, there…”

“Here?”

Dian concentrated intensely on his gl*ns.

“Ahhhh, yes, yes!”

How could this be so exhilarating?

Ignoring the discomfort of being taken from behind, she indulges in pl*asure, forgetting any shame. Though his c*ck was somewhat difficult to accommodate, it brought much greater pl*asure. With her b*ttocks clenched and her body trembling, she arched her hips, shuddered, and barely managed to turn her head.

“Hmm, I’ll try to move it.”

“You want to?”

Dian slowed down, then stopped completely. She had just realized that she could move, and this position seemed smooth enough to allow for deeper penetration.

Kneeling firmly against the sheet, she brought her hips forward, withdrawing from his c*ck. Scraping against her walls, she paused briefly before pushing her hips back, toward Dian, and deeply inserting.

“Mmmmm…….”

She moved around a few times on her own, getting the hang of it. His p*nis was still, and she was moving her hips back and forth, finding a rhythm. Adjusting delicately, she matched the friction against his gl*ns before pushing her hips back to insert deeper. They passed the length they had agreed upon, very slowly…

There seemed to be a lot of vitality left behind, and she got greedy with excitement. Dian waited patiently while she felt a faint sweat on her neck and proceeded with the insertion. A deeper insertion than ever before. A tight passage that was difficult to think of as a passage, expanded widely. Her hair stood on end as she spread wide.

“Ah…”

“Are you okay?”

There was a mixture of worry and excitement in his voice.

“I-I don’t know…”

Was it still too deep?

Coming forward slightly, then teasingly retreating… she adjusted delicately, finding a new spot deeper than before, moving her hips back and forth on her own. It was s*x, but it resembled m*sturbation.