The trembling, tearful moans that escaped her lips were intoxicatingly sweet to Akan’s ears. Despite her lips saying ‘no’ and ‘stop’, her lower lips seemed to quiver as if trying to catch his tongue. Each time his tongue trailed along the ridges of her inner walls, a fresh stream of fluid poured out.

The swollen cl*t, previously hidden beneath her pubic hair, brushed against the tip of his nose. Robellia’s body jerked violently as if struck by lightning.

“Ah, ahhhhh…!”

Startled by her strong reaction, Akan lifted his head slightly. Robellia’s face was flushed, like a blooming flower, and her eyes shimmered with tear-like dew. Was it possible that she really meant ‘no’ out of discomfort? Akan’s voice wavered with a hint of uncertainty as he asked.

“Robel… it doesn’t hurt, does it? If you don’t want to, I can stop anytime…”

Robellia hesitated for a moment. It was true that she had seduced Akan, but she hadn’t expected the sensations to be so overwhelming. She felt a flicker of fear, wondering what other sensations might follow this one.

Robellia looked at Akan with tear-filled eyes. The gentle man, his eyebrows furrowed in concern, would retreat at a single word of refusal from her. He would never force her to do anything. And so she wasn’t entirely afraid. 

“No, it’s just, uh, strange…” 

“I’ll take it slow…” 

Akan nodded, as if to reassure her. Only then did the tension in his expression ease a little. 

Akan carefully removed Robellia’s undergarments, which no longer served their purpose. He gazed admiringly at the now completely n*ked woman, who shyly turned her body away slightly. The unresolved heat weighed heavily on him, causing a dull ache underneath. 

Akan loosened his belt and removed his clothes as well. Despite her embarrassment, Robellia couldn’t help but look at his actions. After all, she had only ever seen a man’s n*ked body in paintings. 

But Robellia’s curiosity quickly turned to shock. As soon as Akan lowered his trousers and underwear below his hips, she gasped sharply. 

“Hah…”

Akan, now as n*ked as Robellia, ran his hand lightly down his body, grasping his p*nis. Robellia couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight.

The p*nis she was seeing for the first time was nothing like she had imagined from the paintings. The books described something soft and fruit-like, hanging down, but what she saw was hard and er*ect, like a club. And it was so big that even Akan’s big hand couldn’t cover it completely.

The sight of the glistening tip, oozing a smooth liquid, seemed far too imposing and grotesque to belong to her kind and considerate fiancé.

“Robel?” 

Akan tilted his head quizzically. Startled and confused, Robellia looked away quickly, as if she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.

She wondered if she should tell him it was too soon, even now, but it was already too late. With Akan standing over her, she didn’t have the courage to change her mind.

In the moonlit face of the man before her, she caught a glimpse of the boy she once knew – the boy who had always shone like a star in her heart. As if welcoming a vision, Robellia stretched out her arms.

“Hold me.”

Without hesitation, Akan leaned forward. As their n*ked skin pressed together in a tight embrace, even the last traces of fear melted away. 

Holding Robellia tightly, Akan slid his hand down to explore her still wet entrance. He quickly found the narrow slit he had teased with his tongue and slid his middle finger inside. When Robellia’s hips jerked instinctively, he calmed her gently and continued to explore her depths with deliberate movements. 

As he twisted his finger and brushed against her inner walls, Robellia’s hips bucked uncontrollably. 

“Haa… ugh…” 

Tension built not only between her legs, but also deep in her abdomen. The unfamiliar sensation, similar to the urge to relieve herself, made her toes curl. 

This time, careful not to startle her, Akan cautiously placed his thumb on her cl*t. As he gently circled the sensitive spot, the inner walls that held his finger tightened instantly. 

“Ah… Akan, haa… it feels strange!” 

“Don’t you like it?”

Robellia’s face, overwhelmed with pleasure, shook her head weakly. Akan continued to move his hand diligently, scattering soft kisses over her eyes, nose and cheeks. Though he was tempted to replace his fingers with something else, the princess always seemed so small and fragile in his eyes. 

He rubbed her cl*t gently, pressing and stretching her inner walls, working carefully as if preparing her. He didn’t stop until Robellia’s entire body was flushed with pink. Her mind, overwhelmed by the sensation, melted away, leaving her incapable of coherent thought. 

Akan looked down briefly. Her entrance was soaked, the wetness pooling and spreading around her, soaking his hand as well. It seemed she was ready, but there was still an uneasy feeling in his heart. 

Just then, Robellia reached out and grabbed Akan’s arm. 

“Now… hmm?” 

Unaware of the anxious worry in Akan’s heart, Robellia, in her innocence, urged him on without hesitation. The pleasure that had been building up inside her, layer by layer, felt like it was about to burst. Akan sighed. 

“Your Highness, if it hurts at all, please don’t hesitate to tell me…” 

As kind as he was, Akan worried far too much, even for Robellia’s liking. She nodded with a vague sense of confidence, though it wasn’t entirely grounded.

But when Akan’s wet fingers slipped from her entrance and his blunt tip pressed against her, she swallowed nervously. Even at a glance, the size and thickness of his fingers were completely different.

Akan took another deep, calming breath and began to push the head into her narrow entrance. The strange sensation of her soft flesh yielding and stretching made Robellia’s hips rise instinctively, arching away from the surface.

“Haa… ngh!” 

A breathy moan escaped her lips amidst her shallow, rapid breaths. Sweat trickled down her skin and tension gripped her limbs, pulling them inward. It felt as if her body no longer belonged to her.

The overwhelming pressure forced Akan to exhale with effort. He had barely pushed the tip in, but it was enough to scatter his thoughts. He clung desperately to his fraying self-control, on the verge of losing it.

“Robel, try to… relax a little.”

Even when he said that, Robellia didn’t know how to relax her body. Gasping for breath, she couldn’t muster an answer and just shook her head. 

Akan kissed her tear-stained cheek and gently rubbed her tense abdomen. Gradually, the tension in Robellia’s body began to ease and the tight walls that held Akan tight began to loosen. 

“Phew… it doesn’t hurt, does it?” 

“No… it doesn’t hurt…” 

Robellia wrapped her arms around Akan’s neck and rubbed her cheek against his. Akan took a deep breath and steadied himself before thrusting his hips forward in one smooth motion. 

“Ahh… Akan, ah… ngh!” 

It felt as if her insides were being turned upside down. Overwhelmed, Robellia clung to Akan’s back as if grasping at straws. Her legs, suspended in the air, trembled uncontrollably, stiff and quivering.

“Haa… Robel.”

Even as Robellia’s sharp nails scratched across his back, Akan felt no pain. The overwhelming heat and tightness where their bodies were joined consumed his senses, making him oblivious to everything else. He kissed Robellia’s small, now deep red lips again and again as she drew heavy, ragged breaths.

Inside her, Robellia’s walls tightened and loosened. The feeling of her insides being completely filled, leaving no room, made it impossible for her to tell whether she was feeling pain or pleasure.

Amidst the overwhelming sensuality, one thought stood out clearly: as long as it was Akan, all was well. Even if he caused her pain, she could never hate him.

Robellia, still searching for stability with her legs in the air, wrapped them around Akan’s waist. She wanted to be one with him.

“Haa, Akan… it feels strange, but… it’s good.”

The two pressed together, their hearts beating in unison, as if they were one. Their mixed breaths in the air boiled with the same heat.

There was no need for words; they could read each other’s minds. Surely they felt the same. A feeling of completeness filled the empty space in their hearts, a space they hadn’t realised was empty before.

“I feel the same…”

Akan slowly pulled his hips back, but immediately thrust deep again before Robellia could feel any sense of emptiness. The tight grip of her inner walls, as if unwilling to let him go, was both overwhelming and irresistible. Robellia’s body, now completely open, eagerly welcomed the relentless intruder.