As if saying that, while Haniel was losing her mind, Regan, who had been rapidly moving his genitals back and forth repeatedly, finally succeeded in inserting just before the widest part of the lump and then pulling out again.

And after Regan’s eyes gleamed darkly for a moment, he drove his hips forward with a speed and force so great it was almost invisible.

There wasn’t even time to stop him.

Slip… thud.

“Ha, aaaahhhh…!”

Haniel’s eyes opened so wide they seemed about to tear.

The root of his genitals, the c*ck lump… had slipped inside the hole in an instant.

And then the *jaculation began.

Gulp, gulp.

From the urethral opening at the tip of his c*ck, pushed to the limit, whitish viscous s*men burst forth in surges.

S*men containing the body temperature of a Hume, different from a human’s.

Haniel’s insides became hot.

A heat like molten lava being poured in.

The s*men instantly filled the space around the gl*ns that was rubbing tightly against the cervix, and seeped between the folds of her v*gina that were being tightly expanded by his genitals.

Her belly, her insides, were being filled to bursting with the liquid Regan was emitting.

Surge, surge. She had the illusion of hearing such sounds in her ears.

“Hee, heeeek…”

A dying m*an escaped from Haniel.

It felt like a hose filled with hot water had been inserted inside her.

Like accidentally spilling a container full of sloshing water, a viscous, sticky liquid was pouring through a narrow gap of incompatible capacity.

The sheer volume of liquid pouring from Regan’s deeply inserted genitals was so excessive it created such an illusion.

‘Why doesn’t it stop?’

Another’s reproductive organ pulsating inside her v*gina.

Regan’s c*ck throbbed with heat as if it had become a heart itself, enough to feel its approximate shape, and with each throb, an endless stream gushed from its tip.

But… it didn’t end.

Regan’s *jaculation continued.

Normally, when excess fl*id fills a space, it should overflow or seep out through the gaps.

But… Regan’s s*men was just pouring and filling into Haniel’s narrow p*ssy without being able to escape.

Because something very large, round, and slippery was completely blocking her p*ssy.

Haniel looked down with fluttering eyelids.

…Her lower abdomen was bulging outward.

This isn’t right.

My belly will burst.

My p*ssy might tear.

I had no experience until just now.

Haniel fumbled around her navel area and above her pubic mound.

When Regan was thrusting his hips earlier, she could vaguely feel the outline of his genitals inside, but now it was so full of s*men poured inside that she couldn’t feel that sensation.

Just the pressure as if her skin might tear.

Haniel’s hand slid down to her poor s*x that Regan was blocking with his lump.

“…Hnng. H-how, can it be… like this…”

She couldn’t touch properly because Regan was pressed against her without any gap, but it was certain that her vaginal opening was expanded beyond its limit.

The skin around the hole, stretched thin and taut enough to be translucent. And inside, a distinct feeling of a round object with definite weight.

It was Regan’s lump.

The lump was so firmly lodged that it seemed not even a drop of water could escape.

When she fumbled around their connection, the excited Regan pressed closer and licked around Haniel’s chin and mouth.

“It’s tear…ing. Tearing.”

Haniel weakly writhed, struggling with her limbs.

But like an animal caught in a snare, the more she moved, the tighter Regan’s body constricted around her.

It was the instinct of a Hume male to prevent his female from escaping.

So that the female he had penetrated could properly receive his s*men.

While inside, the enormous amount of *jaculated s*men seeps into the female as the c*ck lump swells to block the vaginal entrance, and outside, he physically restrains her so she can’t escape.

Truly a race of dog bastards.

It was a racially discriminatory thought, but that’s how Haniel felt.

Perhaps such a reproductive strategy worked evolutionarily among the Humes Regan belonged to, but from her human perspective, this was a disaster.

Human males’ *jaculation volume is only about 5ml per time. Even if they have s*x several more times, it would just leak down and make things wet.

But Regan’s *jaculation volume was as much as pouring a bucket of water, and he had that d*mn c*ck lump.

A flesh plug that prevented the continuously dripping s*men from ever escaping outside her p*ssy.

It was as absurdly mismatched as trying to shove a watermelon into an eye socket.

Complete interspecies breeding.

It was mating that could reasonably destroy either participant.

And in such heteromorphic coupling, Haniel, joined with a non-human male… had no choice but to helplessly continue receiving Regan’s s*men.

Throughout Regan’s long *jaculation, Haniel stuck out her tongue, gasped for breath, and repeatedly reached cl*max as her inner walls quivered.

Extreme pleasure and ecstasy that melted her brain into liquid.

Regan’s swollen chest, likewise tenaciously maintaining consciousness and continuing to *jaculate, pressed against her face.

“Uugh…”

“Ha…”

Don’t some men have this fantasy? Haniel also had such a fantasy… of being pressed tightly by a handsome man with bread-like pectoral muscles while taking his c*ck, but now it seemed to be fading.

Inside, outside, and now it was even difficult to breathe.

Meanwhile, her belly, filled with *jaculate, had grown even larger than before and was distinctly rounded.

…How long had they been like this?

Haniel, who had been lying limply with her limbs sprawled out and panting, suddenly felt something strange and touched her belly.

‘D*mn, finally…’

It was no longer swelling.

Regan’s *jaculation had stopped.

The pressure and movement being released inside had noticeably decreased.

It had been an excruciatingly long *jaculation.

…At this rate, shouldn’t he be worried about dehydration?

Haniel wanted to make such a sarcastic remark, but all her strength had drained from her body, and she didn’t even have the energy to laugh.

All she could do was gently turn her head toward Regan, who was holding her tightly.

“…”

Surprisingly, as soon as Haniel turned her head, she met blue eyes looking back at her.

She had thought he would be focused solely on thrusting and ejaculating, but Regan had been watching her reactions without missing anything the entire time she was pinned beneath him.

The sweet sweat seeping from Haniel’s chin, lips, and white forehead.

Regan, who had been gladly licking the beads of sweat from his struggling female, answered before Haniel could even ask.

“Please, just bear with it a little longer.”

“Wh… when. When will this…”

“The lump, you mean.”

The c*ck lump blocking her vaginal entrance. When would it return to normal?

Regan seemed quite satisfied with their current state of being firmly joined by their genitals, but if this continued… if she had to remain in this state for hours, with her belly skin feeling like it might tear, there could be nothing more painful.

Nod. When Haniel weakly bobbed her head, Regan lowered his face and tenderly licked around the eyes of his exhausted female.

After a moment of silence, choosing his words, he spoke.

“From what I’ve heard from others… about 30 minutes, they say.”

“What? 30 minutes… no, haa…”

‘We have to stay like this for 30 minutes? This is insane.’

Lick, lick. Slurp. Lick. The sound of Regan extending his tongue wide to lick Haniel echoed in her ears. Along with the moist sounds made when their pressed bodies moved slightly and separated.

Thinking with a clouded mind, Haniel suddenly asked.

“What about you? You… how long did it usually take for you?”

At those words, Regan’s attentiveness paused.

What’s wrong? Turning her gaze in curiosity, Haniel could see Regan’s hesitant expression.

“…This is my first mating.”

“…What?”

“You are my first female… woman.”

He was a v*rgin.

That doesn’t make sense?

Haniel could understand her own case, but how could Regan have never had s*xual relations even once until now?

‘He has a mating season.’

What made it difficult for Haniel to accept that he was a v*rgin was undoubtedly his exquisite beauty and aura.

A man who wouldn’t be out of place with dozens or hundreds of women throwing themselves at him.

Because of the innate elegance felt in his actions and gestures, Haniel had unconsciously assumed that even if Regan was somewhat sensitive and kept up walls, he was in a position to choose partners whenever he needed.

But contrary to her thoughts, Haniel was Regan’s first woman.

And it didn’t seem like he would change partners in the future.