Ludwig, who had momentarily stopped moving, wiped away the tears flowing down her smooth cheeks with his lips.

“It’s alright to stop if it’s too hard to endure.”

Rather, it was his tenderness that was unbearable. Florencia cried again. Shaking her head, she desperately clung to his neck, firm shoulders, and back.

“Father, continue…… please.”

As she clung to his neck, he momentarily stiffened. Only after a brief moment did Ludwig speak in a quiet, low voice.

“If I start again, I won’t stop even if you cry in pain.”

While gently arranging her slightly wet, disheveled hair, he pressed his lips firmly on her forehead.

“I won’t even say I’m sorry.”

“Please do that, Father……”

Soon, pain so frightening it almost took her breath away overwhelmed her as his body pushed in. Even the dull pain felt along her spine from the continued movement was welcome because she thought it came from him.

“Florencia, Laura. Don’t turn your head away.”

Haa…… A hot sigh she had never heard before flowed from his always neat lips.

Look at me, Laura. His voice, lower and rougher than usual, faithful to his instincts with deep desire, even the sensation of sweat drops falling on her n*ked body felt electrifying, as if she were drugged.

“Huu……”

“Hngh, Ludwig, Father……”

Finally, as he pushed all the way in, her hot inner walls tightly gripped and squeezed his shaft. He could feel every bumpy protrusion near the entrance and the slippery mucous membrane. Ludwig barely held onto his reason, which threatened to fly away in an instant, and moved his hips while completely synchronizing his breathing with Florencia’s. Seeing her small face slightly frowning as she tried not to show her pain, he kept kissing her and gently pressing her cl*toris, trying to alleviate the pain of their first union.

“Ahng……!”

When the elastic tip of his gl*ns pressed against a certain point, Florencia twisted her waist. Sweetness gradually mixed into the small sobs she had been making.

“Hngh, ah……”

The air was hot in the neat and ascetic priest’s room. The moment the two joined for the first time was a wondrous sensation. When he briefly withdrew his body, a small amount of blood flowed from the narrow gap of the barely opened junction. The traces of the pain she endured and their mixed bodily fluids soaking her light pubic hair looked not lewd but rather sacred. The primal pleasure that broke down the purity of the space was instead innocent. In the midst of difficult-to-express emotions and intense heat that burned reason, Ludwig purely followed his heart.

“Ah, hngh, Fatherrr……”

When he hooked the gl*ns just inside the vaginal entrance and stirred as if rubbing the sensitive area, a higher moan, hng, rose. Florencia writhed in pleasure each time he repeated the hip movement of pulling out his thick c*ck halfway and then thrusting in strongly, scraping up the vaginal walls. As time passed, the pain gradually subsided, and intense pleasure filled its place. The unfamiliar sensation of his c*ck inside her stimulating deep places she didn’t know existed made her tremble. There was still pain, but the overwhelming sensations pushing her to the limit and the incredibly good feeling mixed together made her feel like she might die. Florencia sobbed aloud. Though she kept crying, she didn’t even know why she was crying.

Ludwig was equally out of his mind. The dense flesh that tightly pressured his shaft clung to his c*ck and wouldn’t let go, being dragged out whenever he pulled back. His breath, much lower and rougher than usual, resonated deeply from within his throat.

“Laura……”

Florencia reached another climax almost simultaneously with Ludwig’s ej*culation. The s*men spread hotly into her p*ssy, swollen with pleasure. The inner walls, which had completely swallowed his thick c*ck, contracted repeatedly, willingly accepting every last drop. That moment felt more moving than any other, leaving Ludwig speechless. Instead of elegant words, he slowly kissed her gentle eye corners wet with small tears and her small lips parted from exhaling short breaths. His most precious bride. Without even whispering words of love that even common ruffians in the city would sweetly offer when seducing women, she had endured the pain of her first experience completely.

“How much did it hurt……”

Her snow-white legs, spread on either side of his body, swayed weakly. Even her fair thighs, trembling from the aftermath of climax, seemed quite pitiful.

“I…… was happy, Father.”

I’m so happy…… The small voice that clearly repeated those words made Ludwig’s lower body grow heavy again. Beneath his lowered white-blonde eyelashes, passion that hadn’t been fully resolved rippled. As if encouraging his hesitant action, her delicate arms reached out and touched his broad back.

Her insides were still tight, but in their second time, it was definitely easier to move. When Ludwig spread Florencia’s legs as wide as possible to the sides, her l*bia opened fully, concentrating more s*xual sensation to that area. He continued the act a bit faster than before, pressing her entire p*ssy with his pubic bone.

“Hngh, ah, Father, right now it’s too……!”

Florencia covered her heated face and let out a thin scream. Unconsciously wrapping her legs around his waist fanned the exhilaration. Ludwig increased his pace while taking in the sight of her fair br*asts, like pudding, swaying prettily with their protruding pink n*pples.

“Ah, nng, ahh……”

Pleasure incomparable to anything she had experienced before rushed in like a steep wave. Every time the hard, thick shaft rubbed and stirred her insides, and the plump gl*ns pierced deep inside, sparks flew in front of her eyes.

Climaxes came repeatedly in succession. Her vision swam with the feeling of floating up only to fall endlessly. Though she was fully accepting him inside her body, she suddenly feared he might disappear from her sight. In that precarious sensation, Florencia desperately embraced him for support.

Father Ludwig……!

That night, reaching her countless climax, Florencia frantically called out his name.

* * *

The transparent sunlight of eleven in the morning seeped through the gently swaying curtains. Perhaps for ventilation, one side of the white double window behind them was slightly open. The sunlight of eleven in the morning—neither harsh like early morning rays that still carried coldness, nor too hot like midday sun—was moderately transparent and dazzling. A beam of sunlight that had seeped through the window tickled the white shoulder exposed above the blanket, as if covered with a transparent lace cloth.

“Mmm……”

Making a small sound as if complaining about being woken up, Florencia slightly opened her eyes while lying on her side. The violet eyes revealed as she pushed up her velvet-like eyelashes were more transparent than the hazy sunlight tickling her face.

The white, fluffy bedding warmly wrapped her n*ked body. Her shoulders, whiter and rounder than the bedding, were exposed, but she wasn’t cold at all. Not even in the early dawn before the sun climbed high in the sky and poured light into the room.

Because from behind, firm, large hands and a solid bare chest supported her small back, transmitting warm body heat.

The warm temperature, firm arms, and the refreshing scent of lime mojito that suddenly registered.

Gasp, Florencia’s violet eyes opened wide. The embrace was too broad and firm to escape from, but she couldn’t even think of moving and just blinked her eyes. The events of last night, unbelievable even though she had experienced them herself, suddenly rushed back into her mind.

Last night, that is, with Father Ludwig……”

She recalled how he had tenderly bitten, sucked, and stimulated every corner of her body, including the intimate parts that were embarrassing just to think about. She involuntarily flinched her shoulders as she remembered how she had spread her legs before the priest she had known since she was a ten-year-old child, gushing fluid at his touch, and accepting his unbelievably large, hard, and hot body multiple times. Moreover, it was she herself who had boldly sought him out and embraced him.

“Laura, are you awake?”

At that moment, along with a refreshing and invigorating scent like lime leaves turned human, a familiar voice came from behind. Even though it was morning and he had just woken up, his voice wasn’t hoarse or cracked at all, but low and soft.

“……”

“Did you sleep well, Florencia?”

While she was just blinking her eyes, unable to find words to respond to even that simple morning greeting, his firm arms pulled her closer into his embrace as their bodies pressed together. A transparent sigh, softer than the eleven o’clock morning sunlight and like caramel syrup stretching sweetly, touched her nape like a kiss.

After their first intercourse when she had cried uncontrollably, they had mixed bodies several times until the dawn stars appeared, barely sleeping. Remembering his gentle hands that had tenderly wiped away the whitish fluid mixed with blood that had trickled down between her fair thighs with a warm towel, she couldn’t find the courage to turn around.

What would she do when facing him after the sun rose tomorrow, once she became one with him? The worry she had before her reason completely flew away, dominated by pleasure, had now arrived right before her! What should I do, what should I say?

“……!”

The time she spent worrying alone while lying facing the wall wasn’t long. Ludwig, who had been embracing her from behind and seemed to have woken up, firmly hugged her small body and turned her toward him.

“Laura.”

“……Fa, Father Ludwig.”

Her locked voice came out unpleasantly cracked, and Florencia quickly cleared her throat. Watching her, Ludwig playfully smiled and kissed the tip of her nose with a smack.