Chapter 5.2

When Elian looked at Rosalyn, she avoided his gaze. Lying beneath him, undressed, she looked so lovely.

Elian wondered what Rosalyn, his longtime friend, felt at exposing herself so completely. But soon, Rosalyn herself answered.

“Hey, Elian… I’m too embarrassed, I can’t stand it… Can’t you just put it in quickly and get it over with…?”

Rosalyn covered her face with both hands, her voice barely audible. If Elian had simply accepted her bold request earlier, she might have run away in fear.

“But Rosalyn, it’s your first time. If I rush, it’ll hurt a lot.”

“Th-that’s true…”

“And it’s my first time, too, so I might be clumsy…”

“You… you’re a v*rgin?”

Rosalyn was startled by his confession.

“Y-you’re kidding. Why are you a v*rgin?”

“Is that so important? Why? Is it wrong for me to be?”

“No, but I just thought you’d have had plenty of chances…”

“Just because I could doesn’t mean I did. There’s a more important reason…”

“What is it?”

“Are you curious?”

Rosalyn nodded, curiosity in her eyes. Elian smiled and answered,

“I’ll tell you after we’re done.”

“What?”

Her voice rose in protest, but Elian parted her legs again. Her secret place, wrapped in white lace underwear, was already damp with arousal, a wet spot clearly visible.

Without hesitation, Elian brought his lips to the wet spot.

“Ah! No, don’t!”

Rosalyn panicked as Elian buried his face between her legs, trying to pull away, but he held her waist tightly, not letting go. Instead, he pressed even deeper.

“Ah… mm, ah…”

His sharp nose pressed against her most sensitive spot, while his tongue slipped through the gaps. Tasting the moisture soaking through her underwear, he slid his tongue inside.

Each lick made a wet sound that reached Rosalyn’s ears. Realizing how wet she was, her face turned bright red.

“Mm, stop… Elian…”

Ignoring her protests, Elian persistently licked her covered s*x. The stimulation through the thin fabric was both tantalizing and relentless, making Rosalyn feel overwhelmed.

‘More… just a little more…’

At first, she tried to push him away, but soon she lifted her hips to bring his face closer, desperate for release. Responding, Elian pressed in and took her sensitive bud into his mouth.

“Ah, mm! Ah!”

Rosalyn’s vision went white, her back arching sharply. Elian lifted his head to admire her—her flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and trembling body at the peak of pleasure.

“Ha…”

Watching her, Elian felt himself become fully aroused.

“Ha… You’re so wet, Rosalyn. You don’t need this anymore.”

While Rosalyn was still dazed, Elian removed her soaked underwear. Her secret place was glistening with moisture. Elian parted her folds, examining the flushed inner flesh.

Her sensitive bud stood out, and below it, a small opening was visible, still twitching from the aftershocks of cl*max. Clear liquid continued to flow from it, as if begging to be filled.

“Ah, ah, what… what are you looking at?”

Regaining her breath, Rosalyn tried to close her legs when she saw Elian’s gaze fixed between them. But with him settled between her thighs, she couldn’t. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Elian easily stopped her.

“No, don’t cover up. I need to see if you’re ready…”

“Mm…”

Giving up on hiding, Rosalyn covered her face instead. Her most intimate place, never seen by anyone before, was now exposed to her longtime friend. Seeing her surrender, Elian spread her folds and studied her carefully.

“Hmm… It looks like it might be hard to fit…”

Comparing himself to her narrow opening, Elian decided to use his fingers first.

“Ah…”

His long, thick fingers slipped into her tight entrance, and instinctively, she clenched around them.

“Good girl. You’re already welcoming me…”

He spoke gently, stroking her insides.

“Ah, ah… mm, uh…”

His knuckles rubbed her sensitive entrance, making Rosalyn m*an softly. Surprised by her own sounds, she bit her lip to stifle them. Seeing this, Elian gently brushed her lips with his thumb.

“If you bite your lips, you’ll ruin them. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you—let me hear what you feel.”

Rosalyn nodded, looking at Elian. He kissed her marked lips lovingly before resuming with his fingers.

“Mm, ah… Elian…”

His fingers, which had started shallow, now reached deeper. His long fingers sank up to the second knuckle, plunging deep inside Rosalyn.

“Ah, ah, mm. So deep, ah…”

As he thr*st, her small opening released even more moisture, wetting his hand and wrist. Elian savored the soft, tight feel of her inner walls and added another finger. The extra width made her squeeze even tighter.

“Ah, mm, ah…”

Struggling with the added finger, Rosalyn shook her head. How would she handle him inside? Elian worried a little.

He imagined her crying out in pain, feeling both sympathy and a strange thrill at the thought of being the one to take her innocence.

‘What am I thinking?’

Elian realized his own dark desires and tried to calm himself, though his body was already aching with need.

“……”

He licked his lips, fighting the urge, and focused on bringing her to another cl*max. Her back arched again, then collapsed onto the bed.

“Ha… ha…”

Her eyes unfocused, Rosalyn gazed at the ceiling, breathing heavily. After two climaxes, she blinked slowly, exhaustion washing over her.

She looked so relaxed, she seemed about to fall asleep. Elian licked her fl*ids from his hand and noticed her drowsiness.

“Rosalyn, are you tired?”

He gently stroked her pretty, candy-colored hair. The soft strands slipped through his fingers as Rosalyn looked at him slowly.

“Mm…”

Her answer was so sleepy it was almost just a breath. Elian chuckled softly.

“What should I do? We’re just getting started… Should I stop?”

“No, don’t. I want you to… You have to…”

Rosalyn shook her head, her face almost teary, insisting on continuing despite her fatigue.

“Then, should I put it in?”

“Mm…”

Rosalyn nodded and parted her legs slightly. The small, timid movement was endearing to Elian.

Her inviting him with open legs made Elian almost unbearably happy. He hurried to undress. Once fully n*ked, he revealed his large member, and Rosalyn looked at him nervously.

“Ah…”

Elian positioned himself between Rosalyn’s legs. His thick, veined, red shaft rested atop her s*x, its length reaching past her navel.

Clear fl*id dripped from the pink tip, staining her pale belly. Rosalyn’s gaze was drawn to where his member touched her stomach. Seeing its intimidating size, her face turned pale.

“This is… too much…”

Her trembling was clear to Elian through their touching skin.

“Are you scared, Rosalyn? It’s okay. You’re well prepared. It’ll fit.”

“No, it won’t…”

Despite Elian’s reassurances, her fear didn’t fade, so he paused to think.

“Then, let’s do it like this until you get used to it.”

As he spoke, Elian moved his hips, letting his thick shaft gently glide along her sensitive folds. Already soaked from her earlier climaxes, the slickness made his movements easy.

“Ah, mm, ha…”

Although their bodies had not yet fully joined, Elian’s large member pressed and rubbed against Rosalyn’s soft flesh, repeating the act over and over.

Its heavy, substantial size meant that even just brushing against her, it never failed to stimulate her sensitive bud and delicate places. Each time, Rosalyn’s body beneath him responded by releasing slick, intimate moisture, further softening the way.

“Ah, mm, Elian…”

Rosalyn called out to Elian in a voice thoroughly loosened by pleasure. Her small body shook with every thr*st, and she clung to him for support.

“Mm, ha… Rosalyn… I’m right here.”

Elian replied in a gentle voice, even as he continued to move with strength. To Rosalyn, it didn’t feel gentle at all. From head to toe, she felt as if her nerves were on fire. Her vision flashed white, and where their bodies touched, the pleasure was so intense she thought she might lose her mind.

“Ha, ah… Elian. Please…”

She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t hold back. Rosalyn called his name again, pleading, wanting Elian to enter her and finally relieve the unfulfilled pleasure that kept building inside.

“Ha, I hear you… ha… tell me…”

Elian straightened up at her desperate plea.