With each thrust of his p*nis, probing deeper into her inner walls, she felt her v*gina being torn apart. The hand that had traced the gash across his collarbone fell limply to the floor. The man caught her hand and placed it gently on his shoulder. Swan, clutching his shoulder, looked down.

“Ah, it hurts! It hurts! A-ahk! Stop!” 

“Shh, relax.” 

She shook her head. It hurt – hurt so much that relaxing seemed impossible. In truth, it was more accurate to say that she couldn’t do anything at all. Swan shivered, her damp chin quivering as she closed her eyes tightly. His p*nis, still more than a hand’s length from full penetration, remained unyielding. It showed no sign of retreating, and the realisation brought tears to Swan’s face.

“H-heuk…” 

“Swann. Shh, shh… it’s OK…” 

His sleepy whisper came with warm breath brushing against her earlobe. Swan, her eyes closed, turned her gaze to him.

‘The way he murmured her name was soft, like a lover, as if they had shared their hearts for a long time.’

She stared at him with tear-filled eyes. His eyes, like blue glass, seemed to pierce her. His big hand cradled her head, holding it with tender care.

She wanted to press her lips against his, to rub her lips against the soft, smooth flesh of his mouth. Swan reached out with the hand on his shoulder and wrapped it around his neck. 

The man before her looked like a doll made of sugar. Though the pain underneath felt like it would tear her apart, every sensation of his skin against hers was so sweet it threatened to melt her. Like a fire kept alive in a hearth, glowing embers consumed dry logs, leaving nothing untouched. 

“It won’t hurt. It’ll feel good soon.”

“But…” 

“I’m going to move.” 

“Could you… could you press your lips… together with mine?” 

The awkwardly spoken words embarrassed her. Swan looked away, unable to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She knew how ridiculous she must look with her pink cheeks and nose, but the desire to kiss him was overwhelming. She desperately wanted to. After all, kissing was something only lovers shared, a way of expressing affection during intimacy. 

Though she couldn’t remember who had told her that, Swan had held on to those words for a long time. Men only kissed the women they loved, they’d said. Even if a man spent the night with a courtesan, he wouldn’t share a kiss.

A kiss was something only lovers could share. So… so, this… Swan’s swollen eyes searched his face, her gaze wet with longing. 

The man, exuding languid desire, lifted his thumb and began to trace her lips. From the plump upper lip to the soft lower, his touch was deliberate. The firmness of her lips against his skin, down to the hard edge of her teeth, felt unyielding. 

Feeling the flat, solid chest pressed against hers, Swan reached for his hand. His dark, slender fingers were rough yet elegant, a paradox of ruggedness and grace. With her dim vision, she traced the marks of time and the scars of wounds and raised her eyes to meet his. 

Just as she was about to close her lips and release his hand, his mouth crashed violently into hers. A startled cry faded to silence as his grip tightened on her jaw. Beyond that, she could barely register anything – her mouth toppling over, her soft palate scraped, overwhelmed by the sudden, relentless pressure. 

Her breath caught and a cough escaped as the abruptness of his advance made her bite her tongue. Swan shook her head in protest, her chest twisting as she tried to regain control. 

Her full, round br*asts, pressed flat against his firm chest, began to ache slightly from the contact. She whimpered, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. Even the subtle muscles beneath his skin, taut and precise, felt like weapons in their sharpness. Clinging to his chest, panting, all Swan could do was hold on.

The p*nis that had stayed in place began to move slowly. Swan sniffed again, digging her claws into his shoulder. His body, stripped of all excess flesh, had a primal, animal quality to it. 

Finally, as his t*sticles pressed against her outer lips, their trembling folds mirrored the trembling of her lips, parted wide with sobs that wouldn’t stop. Her mouth hung open, unable to close as tears streamed down her face. 

Theo, who had been watching her in silence, lowered his gaze and cupped her br*ast. Her full, soft br*asts spilled between his fingers, yielding easily to his touch. He squeezed her protruding n*pple between his fingers, flicking it gently as he began to move his p*nis in and out with measured slowness. 

“Ah, mmh! Hahh!” 

As he teased her tender mounds and rolled his hips, he used one hand to lightly stroke her cl*t, searching for the spot within her inner walls that would make her respond. Swan’s pelvis twisted as the image of the thick p*nis filling her came to mind. It was overwhelming, too big to bear, and as the alien sensation spread, she thought her v*gina alone was burning from the strain. 

“Ahn! Hahh, mm…! S-stop moving!”

A series of soft moans echoed sporadically. As he continued to rub the swollen area that was pressed tightly against him, she arched her back and let out a gasp. He kissed her lips repeatedly as she clung desperately to him, then took hold of her arms and helped her to her feet.

It seemed better to hold her in his arms and soothe her than to lay her down. She hadn’t stopped crying and pressed her br*ast against his, and the moment her br*asts touched him, she closed her lips tightly. He brushed his tongue against her flushed, swollen lips and she soon parted them to let him in.

He pressed against her soft lips, crushing them slightly before his tongue entwined with hers. He grazed her teeth, stole her saliva and swallowed her breathy, soft sighs. Having calmed the woman who seemed to want nothing more than for their bodies to merge, he kissed her as she desired, their lips moving together with wet, audible sounds.

He kneaded her firm b*ttocks, spreading them apart. As he held them apart, revealing the spot where he was joined to her, she let out a soft whimper and stroked her br*ast gently. It felt like a dream come true – the taste of her saliva mingling in his mouth, the softness of her skin and the faint scent between her curves was utterly intoxicating.

It must have been because it had been far too long since he had last sought the warmth of a woman’s body, though he had no clear memory of it. His tongue, which had been exploring her mouth, moved down to her neck where he began to suck gently. He bit gently at her pale, delicate neck before moving to her hollow collarbone and nibbling at it. As he licked and kissed her fervently, a soft moan escaped his lips.

He looked at the woman, her b*ttocks clenched tightly together, as if unwilling to let their bodies press so intimately against each other. Her pale, frightened face overlapped in his mind with the image from his dream of her lying before him with her legs spread wide, exposing herself.

The light-haired outer l*bia, the plump cl*toris and the dark inner l*bia he had personally pressed down with his p*nis… Swan, who had once thrust her delicate, pale fingers inside her as her br*ast trembled, was now trembling and clinging to his chest.

“Sit down.”

“Ugh, ugh….”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. He planted a kiss on her flushed, tear-stained cheek. Fear, pleasure, excitement and her accelerated breathing all intertwined, reflected in her trembling, leaf-like eyes. Without a word, he led her down to his lap and sat her on his thighs.

“Haaang!”

He held her tight as she flailed her arms and legs desperately, almost as if in a fit, and began to lift her waist. Aiming for the exact spot where she felt pleasure, he struck that vulnerable and secret area with force, almost as if wielding a club, causing her muffled nasal sounds to escape.

“Huh, ah! Ah! Ahhh! Ahh! I, I feel like I’m going to die! Ha… .”

His fully engorged p*nis moved in and out of her slick opening. Its glistening tip, coated in a mixture of whitish foam, s*men and traces of blood, caught his eye as his gaze drifted down to the crumpled folds of the white blanket.

The red stains left behind were probably traces of blood seeping from the orifice he had penetrated. He shifted his gaze to focus on her, who twitched slightly with each thrust of his hips. Her half-closed eyes were hazy, lost in a daze.

He pressed his lips to hers, fulfilling her unspoken desire, and kissed her deeply, almost to the point of suffocation. Beyond the teasing lust that stirred deep within her, the overwhelming, swelling desire threatened to consume her completely.

It was a cruel desire. Every time she cried and begged, he felt the urge to bite the firm peaks of her soft br*asts. He wanted to slap her plump cheeks until they turned red, then strike her vulnerable opening with a slender switch.

It was an incomprehensible desire. The sweetness was almost painful, lingering in his mouth, but every time he saw her sobbing, a twisted desire surged inside him, threatening to consume him.

But isn’t she a virgin? When he softly asked for a kiss, he should have approached her with tenderness. Gently and lovingly. Instead of thrusting relentlessly, he should have taken the time to wet her thoroughly, to caress her gently, to ease himself into her.

The moment he entered her narrow hole, it felt as if she had been designed to envelop him completely, to squeeze and pull her in with an almost overwhelming intensity.

She skilfully parted her legs and moved her hips in a rhythm that seemed almost instinctive. But dreams are dreams. All he cared about was pressing against her like a dog and letting instinct take over.

“Ah, hah, huff! Ah, ahh…!”

After sitting her on his thighs and moving his hips in a thrusting motion, he finally laid her down and began to move his waist rhythmically.

Swan watched as his slender waist, as narrow as a maiden’s, moved back and forth in small, deliberate motions. As she spread her legs wide to wrap around his waist, he lowered his body. They clasped each other’s necks tightly as they cl*maxed together.