No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 36
With every thrust from Ephelinus, Seo-ah’s body was sent into a tumultuous wave of motion. Her face, tinged with the waves of ecstasy, her brxxsts swaying from the impact—these sights made the tears welling in his blue eyes spill freely down his cheeks.
“To make you cry, to make you blush, to make you wet… to transform you into someone unlike yourself…”
Finally, he hooked his arms under the backs of her knees, spreading her thighs wide, and slammed his pelvis against hers with all his might. Thrust, thrust! Each collision of their hips sent vibrations through her core, heating her stretched entrance further with every deep impact.
Every time the swollen head of his shxft struck places inside her that had never been touched before, the shocks spread through her lower abdomen.
The tingling heat that followed each deep plunge made her vision flash white, and her inner walls reflexively tightened around him, clenching helplessly as the rest of her body quivered in response.
The pleasure rising from her depths soon overwhelmed any residual pain. Seo-ah began to cry out, her voice filled with heated ecstasy, her entire face reflecting the delirium she felt.
“Ahhh! Ahn! Hngh—yes!”
“Even as I make you suffer so… why can’t I stop myself from wanting you? Why can’t I stop? You feel… too good. Far too good…”
“It’s not—hngh! It’s not pain, ahhh! It’s… it’s good! So good!”
Worried he might mistake her cries for discomfort, Seo-ah forced herself to suppress her moans long enough to shout her thoughts.
“I love this… I love it so much… ahhh!”
To prove her words, she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, locking her ankles behind him.
“Deeper—go deeper… please, ah!”
“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better…?”
“As if I could… lie about this… hnnnngh!”
Seo-ah tightened her grip around his waist with her legs, pulled his face closer with her hands, and kissed him fiercely. His silver hair cascaded down like a veil around them as he bent his head obediently to meet her lips.
Their embrace became frantic. They clung to each other as if trying to fuse into one being, their mouths locked in a desperate, fervent kiss. Their tongues tangled and slid against each other in a way that blurred the boundaries of their bodies.
All the while, Ephelinus’s hips continued their relentless rhythm, driving into her without pause.
Thwack, thwack…!
His thrusts grew more forceful as her legs, wrapped tightly around him, prevented him from pulling back too far. Yet, he pressed even harder, burying himself as deeply as possible with each plunge.
When the head of his length began to nudge and press against her innermost barrier, the sharp sensation sent her reeling.
“Hngh—ah! Ohhh!”
Seo-ah’s cries began to shift in pitch as her oversensitive flesh heightened her reactions. The grinding of his lower abdomen against her clxt, exposed between her spread folds, was driving her wild. The friction wasn’t just a gentle press—it was a continuous scrape that teased her tender nerves with each grinding movement.
“Ahhh! Ohh! Yes— Yes!”
Afraid that Ephelinus might interpret her cries as pain once more, Seo-ah tightened her grip around his neck, locking him in place as she rode out the storm of rising ecstasy. Her hips bucked against him instinctively, grinding their connection together in an effort to chase the climax building within her.
Thud, thud, thud…
Every impact sent ripples of electric pleasure through her core, concentrated in the sensitive bud nestled between their grinding bodies.
“Hngh—so good… ngh…”
The way her body tightened and pulsed around him, the involuntary spasms of her inner walls, and the trembling of her legs against his hips made it impossible for Ephelinus not to feel her pleasure.
Each time her walls clenched and shivered, his own body responded with an uncontrollable surge of desire, making his spine tingle and his neck prickle with heat.
The urge to release built within him.
From the moment he had entered her, a coiling tension in the base of his spine had warned of his nearing limit.
Yet he resisted. He wanted more—needed more.
He was captivated by the way her body gripped and pulled at him, how her walls clung to him with a desperate, almost possessive hunger. Every thrust, every withdrawal, every second inside her was ecstasy.
And then there was the memory of a passage he’d read in the sacred texts of the Holy Kingdom. Those teachings declared that a woman’s pleasure should always come first, above all else.
With that thought in mind, he doubled down, determined to fulfill her needs before yielding to his own desires.
