Garden of May

Chapter 45

“W-wait.” Vanessa gasped, pressing herself against him. “You can continue. I was just… a little surprised. Now… I’m really ready.”

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed the muscles that had been pushing against his shoulders. Her hands, hesitant at first, then fell with a soft thud onto the sheets. Eyes squeezed shut, as if she couldn’t bear to see herself, she spread her legs a little wider, a silent declaration of her resolve. Pearlescent droplets of aro*sal, mingled with clear fluid, beaded at the opening.

“J-just… slowly. This is… my first time.” The flush on her face, a mixture of shame and excitement, stirred a strange, almost cruel, amusement within him. Theodore let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle.

‘She’s anything but ordinary,’ he thought. ‘An innocent monster and a jaded sprite all at once.’ He slowly lowered himself.

“River, ah, nn…”

‘Damn it, relax…’ Theodore cursed inwardly. The already tight passage was clenched with tension, so narrow that his dry s***t felt as if it would tear her. After several attempts at entry, he gave up and cupped her bvttocks, lifting and spreading her further. He nudged the base of his engorged pen*s against her soft folds, eliciting a faint moan.

His hard, almost weapon-like er*ction rubbed against her outer lips, from the swollen cl*t to the trembling folds. He teased her, grinding from top to bottom, then thrusting upwards in a single stroke. The clear fluid that had pooled there splattered with the friction.

“Ah, haa, ah… ak…” The unfamiliar sensations changed the quality of her moans. He nipped at the white nape of her neck, which lolled back against the sheets. Her n*pples, taut and flushed, peeked between his fingers as he grasped her br*asts.

He kneaded her br*asts, continuing the rhythmic motion against her core. The slick arovsal that coated him was satisfying. The air grew thick and hot, heavy with their mingled scent. The tip of his pen*s, now painfully hard, pressed against her lower abdomen. He gripped his s***t and rubbed it against her entrance.

Vanessa’s hazy eyes widened with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and a flicker of fear. He held her hips firm, preventing her instinctive retreat.

“Relax.”

The intense pressure forced a whimper from her as she writhed. The intrusive feeling of fullness, pushing against her sensitive inner walls, hovered between pleasure and pain.

He pushed inside, filling her completely. Her breath hitched, and her lower abdomen quivered with excitement.

“Ah, hurts… it hurts. N-no, stop… h-ha…” Vanessa gasped, twisting beneath him. Her fingers, gripping the sheets, turned white. Her aroused grey eyes quickly filled with tears. Her white toes curled as tension gripped her body.

“Relax… please.”

“Ah, ha…” She clenched around him, tightening her grip on his already straining pen*s until it felt as if the blood flow would stop. The veins in his hands bulged as he braced himself. His tenuous control frayed under the onslaught of desire. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to breathe evenly. As infuriating as she was, he didn’t want to draw blood on their first time.

‘So please,’ he thought, ‘cooperate.’

Exerting the utmost patience, he slowly shifted his weight, his jaw clenched. Each time his engorged pen*s pushed deeper, her inner walls parted, then clung to him.

Just from the penetration alone, sweat dripped from his chin. Tremors, born of restraint, ran through his body. He tightened his grip on her thighs, leaving red marks on her skin as she continued to flinch. She trembled as if he were something immense, even though he hadn’t fully sheathed himself within her. Her fragile body quivered uncontrollably.

“Ah… ha, no, no more… it won’t… go in…”

“There’s… more.”

“Uh, nn…”

“I’m only… this far in.” He took her hand and pressed it against her flat stomach, the thin skin subtly distended by the shape of his s***t beneath. He nipped at her fingers as she tried to pull away, making her flinch.