“Mmmm. Hngh… Ib. More, more… ah!”

So she pleaded. Though Ibris’s fingers were thick, her writhing private parts wanted something thicker and larger.

For example, something like Ibris’s hard, tree-trunk-like sturdy member.

‘I need something to stir me up more roughly, more strongly…’

“Emmerin. Do you want me that badly?”

Ibris asked with a gentle smile. At those words, Emmerin slowly nodded while her soft pink cheeks flushed an even deeper red.

Actually, she wasn’t completely without s*xual knowledge. Imagining being pierced by Ibris’s member was something she often did when falling asleep at night.

Emmerin had m*sturbated while having those fantasies.

Of course, after the act ended, his ascetic face would come to mind and she’d be soaked in self-mockery, but every time she was violently violated by Ibris’s member in her imagination, her body became helplessly addicted.

To Ibris’s member and his beautiful body.

“I wish Ib would hngk. treat me more roughly, aah! I want that, haaah!”

That’s why she becomes so disheveled even by his dignified fingers and sweet tongue.

She wants to fully taste the pleasure given by his member that she loves.

Now that she’s learned pleasure from his fingers, she wants to quickly taste his ecstatic member.

Since she can’t expect to become his official wife, she doesn’t think she’s right to try conceiving his seed through the means of ‘magic that makes him mistake this for a dream’…

But since Ibris was also willingly accepting this situation, she wanted to leave a strong fragment of herself in his heart, even just a little.

“Hmm. Emmerin. When you say things like that.”

Ibris curved his silver eye corners clearly while giving her g*nitals a long lick with a slurping sound.

Aaaah.

Seemingly pleased that she made sounds, Ibris laughed aloud again, looking magnificent.

“I can’t possibly leave you like this. I want to thrust my thing into you completely so you can feel even more violent, pure pleasure.”

You’re wonderful, Ib.

So Emmerin thoroughly trampled the small guilt that had bloomed inside her.

…This ‘dream’s’ effect won’t last long.

Since Ibris is a Grand Swordmaster, he’ll have resistance to magic.

Probably after a day passes, he’ll realize he really had s*x with her.

‘Then how will Ibris react?’

Will he be angry that she deceived him?

Will that mouth that called her lovely Emmerin vilely condemn her?

‘Ib… I love you.’

I love you, I love you so much.

Though her chest ached slightly, Emmerin didn’t show it and only stroked his head.

“Now it’s time to thoroughly stir up your insides.”

Ibris undid his buckle and unfastened the buttons of his neatly worn uniform pants one by one.

From that calm appearance, you couldn’t tell he was suppressing his desire to the extreme.

But Ibris seemed ready to explode with l＊st the moment Emmerin moved even one finger.

This was Emmerin who had accepted his thing and directly asked him to do it. So he was walking precariously between whether to pounce like a beast on a razor’s edge or be gentle like a groom on his wedding night, hesitating between the two.

‘But… this is a dream.’

Since it was a dream more real than reality, he didn’t want to hurt Emmerin like a rampaging beast, at least for their first time. Besides, his thing was like this.

Pop.

The moment he undid the last button, his massive member sprang up stiffly. The member that rose menacingly enough to reach his navel was thick and girthy. A member the size of a knight’s forearm throbbed. prec*m dripped from the gl*ns opening.

It was protesting that it wanted to enter Emmerin’s insides.

He couldn’t endure anymore.

Since Emmerin also wanted him desperately, he would roughly dig into that small opening and thrust lewdly with wet sounds.

“Ah…?”

Emmerin’s eyes widened and became round. The member reflected in Emmerin’s pink pupils was so large—so enormous it would crush the sizes she might have heard about in maids’ gossip—that it was absurd.

“H-how, how… will this, fit inside me?”

Even the way she swallowed her breath was cute. It was much larger than three women’s wrists combined, dizzyingly huge. 

Emmerin’s complexion turned pale white. She couldn’t put something like that into her narrow opening. But contrary to Emmerin’s thoughts, a sweet smile hung on Ibris’s lips.

“It will fit, Emmerin.”

In this situation where Emmerin had given her body to him, there was no option of not being able to enter her cramped vaginal opening. No, there was no option of not doing it. He whispered in a sweet voice and gave her quite a deep kiss against her ear.

“Mmng…!”

His thick tongue licked the flesh inside her ear while gently tickling the small hole. After poking the hole with his tongue tip, seemingly unsatisfied with that, he put her small earlobe in his mouth and nibbled on her entire ear, making his member twitch.

Then he licked up and down lengthily with his tongue.

“Hah. Ib. Mmng, Ib…!”

When Emmerin panted and breathlessly called his name, Ibris laughed lewdly again.

Meanwhile, he slowly traced his long member with his fingers, spreading the fluid dripping from there together with the love juices flowing from Emmerin’s private parts on the outside of his member.

He had been dripping prec*m since the moment he lusted for Emmerin, but this was a gesture he performed because he had set the goal of inserting his thing into Emmerin’s insides.

This was the only way to give Emmerin indescribable pleasure while completely making her his woman.

Even though this was just a dream.

He desperately wanted to insert, stir, cum inside her, and make her pregnant with his child.

“I love you, Emmerin.”

Watching Emmerin’s eyes widen, Ibris twisted his lips even more lewdly. The usual ascetic, embodiment of restraint was no longer present here. Ibris handed his honest heart to her, filled with the desire to achieve the love he couldn’t complete.

“Because I love you, I want to do this. I want to possess you completely.”

Then Emmerin couldn’t bear to look at him and closed her eyes. Tears were born from her closed eyelids and flowed down her cheeks drop by drop.

Why was she crying?

Had she recalled the real situation even in this dream where she could be relatively free?

Ibris could have asked her all of that.

But instead, he gently grabbed his member and rubbed the gl*ns against Emmerin’s private parts like pressing down.

Because this was a dream.

The smoothly wet male organ accepted her love juices and gave off a sweet and sour lewd scent.

Moreover, as he hit Emmerin’s cl*toris with the gl*ns head while moving back and forth between her plump thighs with squelching sounds, Emmerin had to pant and feel very intense pleasure trembling even from him simply rubbing his thing.

“Hngk. Aah, Ib. Hngh. Ib.”

“When this goes in, Emmerin, you’ll be even more overwhelmed than now.”

Ibris whispered secretly with his lips curved up pleasantly. As he slowly began pressing the tip of his member against Emmerin’s private parts and pushing up, Ibris completely raised his head and gave her a flower-like smile. Though he was a man, like hydrangeas shining under moonlight, he captivated Emmerin’s gaze with his beautiful splendor.

The sapphire-colored pupils shining between his prettily curved silver eye corners were like rolling seas, and his white, dignified-looking body was solidly muscled like a knight, resembling a wonderful sculpture completed by an artisan working day and night.

Such a living, breathing god slowly bent his waist toward the believer who wanted to offer herself purely.

He placed her thigh on his forearm and supported his body with his knees while thrusting his strongly er*ect member into her insides.

“Hngh…! Ib, ah, it hurts. Ib. Ib…”

Emmerin, shedding endless tears, was pitiful and pure, but that very fact aroused his greed to the fullest. Covered in longing and l＊st for her, Ibris covered her petal-like lips directly while pressing down hard on her n*pples, already covered with red marks, with his palm.

When he grabbed her br*asts like that and began kneading them while distorting them at will, Emmerin let out a shrill scream at the abnormally stimulating pleasure.

“Ugh, Ib. Aah, Ib. Aah. Hng. Haaah!”

“You look like you feel good, Emmerin. Now I’ll make it stop hurting.”

After whispering gently, Ibris squeezed her br*asts alternately like milking, applying force to both sides. Red marks remained on her br*asts, but only ecstasy remained in Emmerin’s mind.

“Hngh, Ib, aah, Ib.”

“Yes, Emmerin. I’m here. It’s completely me who’s having you.”

Even while speaking so softly, the force in his hands didn’t weaken at all. When he tried to relax his strength, every time he squeezed the white masses, her inner walls kept tightening and writhing around his member, so he had to endure feeling like he would ej*culate immediately.

Emmerin rarely gave him time to be patient.