“Ah, ah, ah!”

Dana’s voice rang out, urging Kaiden on. Kaiden hit the same spot over and over again with more urgency and force. His movements became faster and faster. He put more and more force into it. More. He wanted to hit her more. He wanted to make her cry out loud.

The sound of the keyboard being pressed became faster. Dana’s thighs, propped up on the chair, ached. Her whole body trembled as she took him in. Her body kept collapsing onto the keyboard. The feeling of exploding from below blew away her shame. The feeling of being penetrated spread throughout her body. 

Holding her hips so that she wouldn’t collapse, Kaiden continued to press his heated lower body against hers. He slammed into her as if he was being pulled in, making a slapping sound. Dana shook, her lower body caught and hanging onto him.

Kaiden saw Dana shaking from his actions. Her raised b*ttocks, her clothes rustling as they were lifted, her trembling body. Excitement surged, and pleasure welled up.

The graceful princess, who used to sit upright and play the instrument, was now kneeling on the chair, her hips raised, taking him in. Her hands, which used to flit lightly over the keyboard, were now mashing the keys in disarray. She was using the precious instrument as a tool to withstand his encroaching force.

Her hips bucking with his movements, her soft flesh tightening, himself moving between her wet thighs and inside her. All these intense movements, on top of the instrument where Dana used to sit so calmly.

It was insanely good. A sense of satisfaction so overwhelming it felt like his head was going to explode, threatening to burst from below as well. He wanted to spread her clenching insides further and thrust deeper. He wanted to hit her harder and make her cry out more.

The autumn rain was pouring outside the window, and it was chilly beyond the glass, but the room was filled with heat. The heat of their bodies joining together instantly transformed the atmosphere of the room back to that summer night.

Kaiden thrust his swollen sh*ft into Dana’s open hole, continuously fueling the fire with scorching heat. Screech, screech, screech, the legs of the chair Dana was on scraped against the floor. The sound, along with the sound of the piano, echoed the fact that the two were becoming one.

The upright lid of the instrument, which had been shaking along with the chair, fell forward. Kaiden quickly reached out and grabbed the lid to keep it from falling. As he leaned forward, he ended up pushing himself deeper into Dana.

“Ah!”

Dana, her hips completely raised, struggled to take him in between the instrument and him.

Kaiden, one hand holding the lid and the other gripping Dana’s pelvis, moved his hips. He thrust deep inside her, repeatedly hitting her insides without a break. Dana’s moans continued without a pause. He moved his body quickly.

Dana couldn’t help but shake and cry out along with him. She was no longer in any state to think about the position or where they were. The keys pressed by Dana’s arm as she supported herself continued to sound alternately. It was chaotic.

“Haa, uh, huh, huh!”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Ding ding ding ding.

Screech screech screech screech.

The combined sounds of their union reached a crescendo. The movements that had been building toward the peak of pleasure finally stopped. Kaiden unleashed the heat he had built up inside Dana.

“Huh…”

“Ah…”

Dana, her cheeks wet with tears, collapsed completely onto the instrument. Diririring. The sound of the keys being pressed down at once rang out. She received Kaiden’s hot liquid in her stretched state. Hot drops, as if they would never cool or dry, poured deep inside her. They pooled inside her, threatening to burn everything they touched.

Thud. Kaiden, letting go of the lid he had been holding, pulled himself out of Dana. The sticky fluid that had coated their insides and his sh*ft connected and then broke apart.

Kaiden lifted the exhausted Dana in his arms. And he laid her down on the chair she had been sitting on, her back against it. Dana slumped onto the chair, limp.

Kaiden’s hand brushed away the tears on Dana’s cheeks. He lowered his head, kissed Dana, licked her lips, and then straightened up again. Reaching out, he pulled up Dana’s disheveled nightgown and took it off in one go, letting it fall to the floor.

He spread Dana’s legs and positioned himself between them. He tried to fit himself into Dana’s exposed hole, but the chair was too low, so he took a cushion from the sofa next to him and placed it behind Dana’s back.

Kaiden guided Dana’s raised legs to wrap around his waist. And he held her white legs with his arms and hands so that they wouldn’t fall.

Kaiden looked at Dana, her arms limp, her legs spread, held by him. Her flushed face and her snow-white br*asts exposed beneath it. The red-hot hole between her spread legs was soaked with her fluids and what he had spilled.

Dana, her eyes drooping, barely managed to look at Kaiden who was looking at her. Kaiden spoke to Dana in a heated voice.

“It’s nice to change the chair.”

Chair?

Dana thought to herself, her mind drifting off. The previous chair. The chair that had been replaced when the instrument was moved to Dana’s private hobby room because it was too small for Dana and Kaiden to sit on together.

The old chair was too small….

“The old chair was too small to do this.”

Kaiden pushed his er*ction into Dana’s core. Dana moaned as she felt Kaiden pushing into her. Kaiden pressed down with his weight, pushing deep inside. Her mind, which had been drifting off to sleep, was forcibly awakened. Dana stared straight at Kaiden, who was right in front of her.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him enter her with a grimace on his face. The look of utter pleasure on his face. His parted lips. Looking at his lascivious face, she muttered involuntarily.

“Again…?”

Kaiden, buried deep inside Dana, closed his eyes and let out a hot breath. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Dana.

Kaiden felt a sense of satisfaction as he looked at her face, dazed and out of it as if she couldn’t breathe because he was inside her. It was good to hold her soft b*ttocks, her lower body red and wet with him inside her, her legs wrapped around him. But it was also good to thrust into her like this.

In this position, he could fully see Dana’s face as she crumbled under his intrusion. He could see Dana, not sitting properly, but completely defenseless, legs spread open towards him. He could see her body, open like an offering to him, as he thrust himself into her, and each time he did, he felt a surge of pleasure as he watched her thrash her limbs as if she had been stabbed.

But to be told “again?” while he was reveling in such an erotic sight…. It seemed she wasn’t as out of it as he was, wanting to do it again. But unlike Dana, he had a weak will that was swayed by his instincts.

Kaiden pulled his er*ction out of Dana. He pulled back physically, but told the upright Dana the necessity of this act.

“We haven’t played in a while…. Don’t we need to play more?”

With that, Kaiden’s heated sh*ft slammed back into Dana. Letting out a whimpering moan, Dana instinctively reached out and stretched out her hand to the side. She felt like she was going to be pushed back by Kaiden’s force. She felt like she was going to fall off the chair.

Thud. The keys she pressed with her hand, which had been limply hanging down, made a sound. It was a sound as explosive as the shock of the man entering her. Her other hand instinctively grabbed Kaiden’s arm, which was holding her leg.

As he thrust into Dana, Kaiden also reached out and placed a hand on the keyboard. Thud. The man’s large hand pressed down on the keys all at once. A rough sound rang out, like the force of him ramming into her.

Kaiden let out a deep growl and pushed deeper. With one hand on the instrument beside them, the muscles in his back, his shoulder blades prominent, rippled with each movement of his hips. His strong thighs, supporting the movement of thrusting into her, continued to tighten. His well-trained male body, with its size and firmness that never tired, throbbed incessantly.

Each time he thrust into Dana, Kaiden’s fingers pressed down on the keys with the same force. His sweat-slicked fingers kept slipping.

Ding, ding, diring, ding…