Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 58: Interactions With The Night Part 17

Eyes closed, her lashes twitched slightly while she waited to feel his next bold move.

Luck kissed the tip of her nose, then slid his hand along her thigh. He didn’t go any further until she looked up at him.

"Will it... hurt?" she asked, her voice soft and unsure.

Luck grew more confused, and his suspicion that she was still a virgin kept growing. Each second made it harder to resist the need to feel her from the inside.

He brushed her hair off her forehead, soft as a feather. "A little, maybe. I’ll stop if you want."

She hesitated, but her hands crept up and circled his back, pulling him closer, leg bent around his hip to guide him into the space between her trembling thighs.

Kana was so wet, barely requiring any coaxing. His cock pressed at her opening, and she gasped at the pressure, the way the head just barely parted her.

Luck met her eyes again, seeking the tiniest flicker of no, or even a plea. She didn’t blink, just nodded—almost imperceptibly—and he rocked forward.

"Ouch!" Kana flinched, grip tightening on his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.

He paused, letting her adjust to the intrusion. He drew tiny circles in the hollow of her back, whispering, "You’re doing great. It’s okay."

Blinking hard, she fought the sting in her eyes and murmured, "You’re too big."

With a soft smile, his thumb traced her cheek before pulling back.

"Should I pull out?" he asked, but she shook her head, clinging to him.

"No." She swallowed hard, voice small and stubborn. "I want you inside."

With exquisite care he pressed forward again, a slow, steady stretch.

Kana’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t look away. Her breath caught when he met resistance—there was a sudden, sharp pain and then something break.

"It hurts..." she made a strangled sound, her nails scoring lines down his back.

There was heat and sweat between their bodies—and something else. A thin line of blood ran down her thigh, clear and bright.

’So she really was a virgin.’ That only made him want her more.

She started panting, her eyes unfocused, the pain quickly overtaken by the sheer, wild reality of his manhood inside her.

For the first few seconds neither of them moved, as if a single jolt would shatter her inside.

Holding her in place, he waited, not daring to move. Her body tensed, legs quivering, but no resistance came.

"You okay?" he whispered, brushing sweat from her brow.

She nodded, a little too quick "It’s weird. I feel... full all the way up. My stomach feels it a little."

He leaned down, slow, so his chest blanketed hers, his mouth grazing her ear. "Sorry... I’m a bit above average. Do you want me to pull it out?"

A pause, then a shuddering, "No. But slow. Please."

He obeyed, drawing out just a little and easing back in, feeling every trembling contraction, every desperate clutch her vagina made to hold him inside.

She winced at first, but soon her hips began a tiny, involuntary roll, chasing friction with the insistent wonder of someone learning how every nerve ending worked for the first time.

"It’s—it’s not as bad now," she moaned, licking her lips, blinking at him with dazed, glassy eyes.

"I thought it would be... I don’t know. Like a knife." She added, breathless, and slapped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed at the sound.

He fucked her with a gentle persistence, never slamming, just a steady rocking that melted the pain into something new altogether.

After a minute, she drew the hand away and covered her eyes instead, hiding her flushed face.

When he grazed her clit with a thumb, she jerked and whimpered, then slapped at his hand, not sure if she wanted more or less.

"It’s so—I can feel your..." she trailed off, shivering through another slow thrust.

Luck felt the swell of her inside clutch around him, the muscles fluttering like she was trying to memorize exactly the shape of him.

"Does it... always feel this good?" Her voice strained in the most innocent confusion.

He wanted to tell her yes, but instead he kissed her, tasting her blooming confidence.

"Not always, but this is the best it’s ever felt for me."

It was an obvious lie, but since she was an assassin, he made sure to keep her satisfied.

She shivered, her thighs flexing around him, trapping him even deeper. She held his gaze now, a challenge and a plea both. "I want to... try something."

He grinned, rolling his hips in a lazy circle, and she gasped, her nails digging into his arms—hard enough to draw blood, maybe. "What is it?"

"Can you... go all the way in? I want to feel it as far as it goes." Her cheeks burned so red he thought it might light the room.

"Don’t blame me." When he pushed deeper , their hips pressed flush, she gasped so sharply he thought she might’ve passed out for a second

"I can feel it. You’re... inside my stomach now. Are you sure it’s supposed to reach that far?"

There was a nervous thrill in her voice, like she was scared her stomach might burst.

The heat and pressure were unreal—a velvet vise clutching him so hard it hurt. He grunted, not trusting himself to say anything but "You’re pussy is incredible,"

She hissed, a pained little gasp, but then let out a moan that was more confusion than complaint.

"It’s so... thick. I can’t believe it fits." Her hands slid down his back, fingers splaying as if to hold herself together, like if she let go she might split into pieces.

He nuzzled her ear, voice low and steady, "You’re taking it so well. You’re perfect."

His hand found hers and laced their fingers, squeezing gently. "Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?"

Kana’s answer was a whimper, and he felt the aftershock ripple through both of them as she started to move her hips in a tentative, experimental roll.

Every motion forced another inch of him into her, and the sensation made her eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent, astonished O.

She gripped his arms like she might fall backwards off the edge of the world. "It... it feels good, but also... weird. Like I’m going to explode."

"That’s normal. Means you’re liking it." He laughed softly.

She inhaled sharply, face crumpling with the effort. "I thought I’d be better at this," she admitted in a rush. "I’m always good at new things, but... it’s hard... I’m really not."

A laugh slipped out, but it cracked into a gasp when he shifted his weight, pressing her hips deeper into the thin mattress.

"It—oh god, it just keeps getting thicker the further you go in. Are you sure it’s supposed to do that?"

He grinned, slow and wolfish, never breaking rhythm. "Yeah. That’s normal." Then, more gently: "Do you want me to keep going?"

"Shut up," she said, but the word was a whine, not a command. "Just... go slow. It feels like my body’s still deciding if it wants you or not."

She talked a lot, but for some reason, he liked how she always described what she was feeling. It turned him on even more.

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