Red Riding Hood - Chapter 27
He pulled her open with two fingers, stretching her wide.
Thanks to the paladin, who knew all the ways to narrowly avoid full penetration—avoiding to break his vow of chastity in every other way—her opening was already softly relaxed.
The supple entrance spread as he pulled, spilling the ample lubrication it had contained.
Startled, Cinq clenched below and let out a moan.
“Ah, aah…!”
At her frail cry, the beast could hold back no longer.
He lifted his head and devoured her lips, pushing her down onto the fur rug beneath them.
The kiss, rough and greedy, was a stark contrast to the gentle one from earlier, as if that tenderness had been a red lie.
He sucked her small lips voraciously while tearing off his clothes as though ripping them apart.
He thoroughly explored her mouth as he flung off his shirt, hastily unbuckled his belt, and slid his lower garments down like shedding a snake’s skin.
He then pressed her legs together to peel away her damp undergarments in one smooth motion.
Now fully nude, Cinq’s eyes sparkled wide open.
At the same time, Ylfus raised himself, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them.
Cinq’s eyes widened as she saw Ylfus situated between her thighs.
Her gaze traveled from his thick chest and tightly packed abs down to the center of his body.
“Ah…”
Her already large eyes grew even wider.
Ylfus’s manhood was just as imposing as he was.
They were shockingly large and thick, yet their form was undeniably beautiful.
The first time she had seen it, Cinq had, for a fleeting moment, thought it was a sculpted piece of art rather than flesh.
The tip was smooth, as though wearing a helmet, while the s***t, heavy like a marble pillar, bore thick, prominent veins.
Cinq’s gaze trailed from the sleek tip down to the base, buried in a dense bush.
Her pupils, unable to settle, rolled downward for a long time.
Ylfus’s size was that overwhelming.
Cinq stammered as she spoke.
“L-Lord Wolf, you are too big. You won’t fit.”
Ylfus gave no answer.
Instead, as if trying to steady his desire, he took a deep breath that expanded his thick chest, vigorously raking his fingers through his hair.
Then, gripping the swollen s***t of his p***s, he drew it downward and rubbed the rounded tip up and down her s*x repeatedly.
The hot, slippery flesh parted her petals and gently pressed against her.
As the taut tip rubbed firmly against her c******s, Cinq’s thighs trembled and spread.
“Ah, nnh…!”
It was a magnetic pull.
Despite knowing it was too large to enter, the moment that soft flesh brushed against her, she felt an unbearable desire to take it inside.
Her lower body tingled, and involuntary, high-pitched moans escaped her lips.
Without realizing it, Cinq lifted her hips and rubbed herself against him.
“Ah, Ylfus, uh, ah, aah…!”
Ylfus inhaled sharply, his large ribcage visibly rising and falling with each ragged breath.
Though he wished to soothe her with words, his body trembled from the overwhelming excitement, rendering him speechless.
Merely containing his desire to pounce on her like a ravenous beast was already an immense struggle.
With trembling hands, he pressed the thick s***t downward, aligning the large tip with her small entrance.
He had no intention of forcing it in immediately.
He knew her body, likely stiff with fear, needed more preparation.
That was the logical thought in his head.
However, the moment he felt the soft opening against the tip of his tip, all thought evaporated.
He gently lifted his hips and thrust in abruptly.
“Nngh.”
Cinq gripped whatever was within reach, enduring the sensation.
She felt something large and soft splitting her closed body as it entered.
The feeling was strange.
It seemed that if she exerted enough force, she could push it out and reject it, yet at the same time, she felt an overwhelming urge to open herself fully and accept it.
“Ah, nnh…”
Her abdomen heaved as she struggled to relax and accommodate him, gasping for breath.
“I’m going crazy.”
Ylfus gritted his teeth, the muscles of his jaw bulging as he gasped heavily.
“Cinq, ah. I feel like… I’m going to melt.”
He began moving his hips in small, shallow thrusts.
As she groaned, barely holding the tip of him inside, Cinq felt as though she had been struck by lightning.
“Ah, nnh, uh, ahh, nnngh…!”
The organ, designed to gently coax its way in, slowly stretched her tightly closed body as it pressed upward.
At first, she thought she might be able to endure it, but as the thrusts deepened, the pain outweighed the pleasure.
They said a woman’s first time could bring tears, and sure enough, tears began to well up uncontrollably.
