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Rahan pressed his lips to Iris's cheek and lightly rubbed her ear with his calloused hand. At the same time, he gently rubbed his lower half, which had been clamoring for a while, against Iris's thigh.
Her already tense shoulders grew even more rigid. She looked up at him with eyes like a startled fledgling, and he thought it was only natural since it was her first time.
Though it was his first time as well, Rahan whispered, pretending to be experienced.
“It's okay.”
Thus, she had no idea. She had no idea that Iris was simply flustered by his size. As he gently stroked her thighs again and his hand delved deeper inside, a vacant moan escaped her lips.
“Ah….”
The pillar rubbing against her skin was shocking.
This… I have to put this inside?
Even though it was over her clothes, it was clear that its size was extraordinary. To exaggerate slightly, it was as thick as her forearm. Suddenly, a memory of Auntie Laura cackling flashed through her mind.
‘Well, all men are pretty much the same. Nothing terrible happens once it's inside, so don't worry.’
Iris suddenly wanted to drag Auntie Laura back and ask her.
Auntie, are you sure nothing terrible happens?
Without realizing it, Iris wanted to close her legs. She felt like it wouldn't fit….
And yet, she couldn't bring herself to say no. It would be more accurate to say she had missed her chance.
Rahan repeatedly rubbed the soft thighs, alternating between gentle strokes and firm grips. He didn't leave her tender breasts alone either. They were sucked and crushed by the man's lips. She felt as if her entire body were melting.
“Ah-eut….”
A sweet sigh burst out. It was because Rahan's fingers were groping and rubbing her crotch. Through the thicket, the inside—already damp—easily accepted the external intrusion.
Her hips lifted, and sweat beaded on her back. The man meticulously caressed her split interior.
Compared to how he had been kneading Iris's breasts a moment ago, the man's fingers were moving so cautiously that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were trembling, yet for some reason, all of Iris's nerves were focused there.
“Ah….”
Her vision blurred, and she felt her body growing languid.
As Iris unconsciously let her body go limp, Rahan lifted her arm and draped it over his shoulder. She felt her insides twitch as his fingers pushed deeper.
Groaning, she clung to Rahan and felt that the nape of his neck was also drenched in sweat. Even so, she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.
Instead, she unconsciously reached out and groped the inside of Rahan's thighs. Auntie Laura had said that men like being touched too….
However, perhaps due to the difference in height, Iris's fingertips kept slipping. Noticing this, Rahan gave a smirk.
“It's okay.”
Iris didn't realize that her current state—disheveled, upper body completely stripped to reveal her pale breasts, and her skirt rolled all the way up—was more than enough.
Her waist kept twisting. Amidst her panting, she realized one of her legs was draped over Rahan's shoulder. A moan, like a sob, escaped her as his fingers pressed firmly inside.
“Ah….”
She was soaking wet below. Though her breathing grew increasingly ragged, Rahan showed no sign of withdrawing his hand. Rather, he added another finger.
“Ah…!”
“Just a little more….”
Rahan was heartless, firmly gripping and prying open her legs as they kept trying to close. She wanted to flee from the touch stimulating her groin, but there was nowhere left for her hips to retreat.
That was because Rahan knew his own size was not ordinary, so he was working hard to make sure Iris was sufficiently wet.
In truth, Rahan was the one who felt like he was dying right now. Since a while ago, his lower half had been screaming frantically to be let out.
“Ah-eut…!”
At some point, Iris gasped, and her legs snapped shut.
Finally, Rahan undid the button of his trousers. With a thump, something thick sprang out.
Gripping himself, he hurriedly stroked it down and bit into the peak of Iris's plump breast.
Her chest, which had been heaving rapidly, twitched, but Rahan ignored it and greedily sucked the protruding breast into his mouth. Iris's waist twisted several times.
Beautiful, so beautiful….
Rahan muttered it several times.
Her flushed skin tasted sweet wherever he licked. For most men, a first experience was usually a rushed affair, preoccupied with greedily shoving themselves inside without a moment to consider the partner's condition.
However, Rahan found it infinitely satisfying to see Iris heave every time he licked, rubbed, or entered her. Whether his own lower half was boiling over or not, as long as she liked it, everything was fine.
He wanted to serve her as his god. He wanted to place her in the finest place in the world and worship her like a Saintess. At the same time, he wanted to commit every vulgar act he knew.
Grand Duke Lacheize had always told him to learn even one more word of scholarship. Rahan had scoffed at those words and spent his time swinging a sword.
But now, he felt like punching his past self. Looking at Iris, who was disheveled beneath him and letting out only feverish moans, how on earth should he describe her?
She was beyond lovely and beautiful, yet all sorts of vulgar and filthy words swirled in his head.
It was dizzying. It was a profane sight, and it was erotic. It was crude and embarrassing.
And yet, she was lovely.
“I'm going crazy….”
Unable to put all of it into words, Rahan could only mutter that.
“I'm coming in.”
“Ah, I don't think it'll fit….”
Iris, her eyes widening at the man's words, murmured softly. Rahan kissed her cheek gently and whispered.
“If it hurts, I'll stop.”
That won't do.
Iris opened her eyes wide.
How did I get this far?
It was a thought that would have made Rahan chuckle if he knew. But too embarrassed to say so, Iris simply nodded.
Rahan kissed Iris's lips a couple more times—mwah, mwah—and draped one of her legs over his shoulder. A searing heat approached Iris's interior.
Iris unconsciously gasped. Although she was soaking wet, she was terrified by the volume she had seen, so she squeezed her eyes shut.
Between her wide-spread legs, the man's member pressed firmly and then began to slide in bit by bit. Perhaps it was the reward for the man's diligent work in wetting her inside.
The dark thickets tangled together, the bare flesh parted, and the thick pillar filled her burdensomely.
“Hngh….”
The weight pushing through the narrow gap was deep and heavy.
“Ah!”
Iris moaned involuntarily. She felt as if her body were being crushed. Simultaneously, her heat-flushed lower half tightened.
Get out, get out.
Her body screamed, unable to accept the intruder, and pushed the partner away.
But it was useless. The insertion, pressing down, was deep. The sensation of being pinned motionless by a thick, firm body, unable to even breathe as she took the man in, was overwhelming.
“Haa….”
Rahan stopped moving and let out a deep breath.
Is it... all in? Iris quickly blinked away her brimming tears and looked down, only to be horrified. Despite how burdensome and deep it felt, less than half of Rahan's member had entered.
Does this even make sense?
“Should I stop…?”
In the midst of this, her husband was surprisingly quick-witted; seeing Iris like that, he tried to pull back with a discouraged voice. Iris tightened her grip on his shoulders.
“Just... do it.”
“Are you okay?”
There was no way she was okay. But she didn't want to stop. Even amidst the burden, her lower half was leaking and steadily becoming wet.
Iris whispered with difficulty.
“If we stop here…. I won't be able to do it next time….”
Someone had told her a story about a girl who, drunk during the Harvest Festival, had held hands with a village boy and gone into the forest, but after stopping halfway, she had become so scared that she ran away whenever she saw a man….
Iris pulled Rahan's shoulder. He flinched, then was pulled in as their lips overlapped.
Thanks to that, her legs opened fully, and the thick man was driven all the way in. At the sudden surge of massive volume, Iris couldn't breathe and arched her head back. Tears welled up instantly. It was more than burdensome; it felt as if her insides were being overturned.
Yet, she was immensely pleased.
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