The way Teore bent the tips of his fingers, intentionally pressing and rubbing against various spots inside, made it incredibly difficult to bear.
“Ah… hngh, ugh…”
One finger became two, and two fingers increased to three, stretching his insides open.
As Raha trembled in distress at the increasing number of fingers, the hand that had been holding his thigh open shifted, wrapping around Raha’s own member, which was currently half-dead from the sheer shock of the pain.
The hand began to move slowly up and down the length, the thumb rubbing firmly against the glans.
Even if Teore was a virgin, he seemed to have plenty of experience with solo play; his touch as he stroked the shaft and pleasured the tip was remarkably skilled.
Then again, seeing how quickly he adapted to his very first sexual encounter, he seemed to be the type who excelled naturally at whatever he did.
Normally, those inexperienced at sex would be too consumed by satisfying their own urges to care whether their partner’s member was soft or hard, focused entirely on thrusting blindly.
Yet through this first encounter, Teore seemed to continuously contemplate how to properly loosen the tight passage, and how to make the partner beneath him aroused rather than pained by his length.
Under that deliberate touch, Raha’s member gradually swelled and hardened.
Teore let out a dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful smile as he spoke.
“It’s standing again. Your cock.”
The words themselves were incredibly vulgar, but delivered with such a gorgeous face, they sounded like the sweetest endearments in the world.
Astonishingly, that crude phrase and that brilliant smile made Raha’s heart flutter.
Sensing Raha’s body responding, Teore grew bolder.
The fingers sliding in and out of him began to mimic a scissoring motion, stretching the walls to steadily widen the path for what was to come.
Even amidst this, Teore maintained the consideration to stroke Raha’s member up and down, ensuring he wouldn’t lose his arousal due to the discomfort.
“Hngh… ah, ugh.”
The long, firm fingers continued their steady intrusion, stretching the entrance and the inner walls.
How much time had passed?
Just as Raha began to wonder if this man had always been so meticulously gentle as to put this much effort into foreplay just for sex, Teore abruptly withdrew his fingers.
“I’m putting it in now, Laha.”
With that, he took hold of his massive length—which had been twitching and leaking pre-cum the entire time he was pleasuring Raha—and aligned it with the entrance that was now parted and pulsing from the fingers.
“Ah, hngh!”
As the invading pressure flooded back in, Raha’s toes curled tightly.
An involuntary groan escaped him, and his hands instinctively gripped Teore’s forearms tightly.
Teore leaned his upper body down, pressing a succession of gentle kisses to Raha’s forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks, steadily driving his length home.
Perhaps due to the lengthy preparation with his fingers, the member—which was terrifyingly massive—entered far more smoothly than before.
Of course, it was still an immense struggle, causing his body to shiver uncontrollably.
Recognizing Raha’s strain, Teore refrained from driving it in recklessly like he had the first time.
Such extreme consideration from a man who normally possessed absolutely none was startlingly disorienting. Yet, even with that care, the act remained a heavy burden.
Every time Teore pushed deeper with slow, shallow thrusts, an unspeakable ache washed over him, drawing a constant stream of breathless groans from Raha’s mouth.
Yet miraculously, amidst that ache, faint sparks of pleasure began to surface, preventing it from being a purely agonizing ordeal.
Whenever the massive length—which felt as if it were cleaving his body in two—slowly retreated, his lower half trembled independent of his will, a purely primal reaction.
And when it slid back in at a agonizingly slow pace, the sheer ache and the strange, subtle sensitivity intertwined within it rippled through his entire body, ensuring he didn’t drown entirely in pain.
Sex, as it turned out, was a truly bizarre act.
Having been a virgin both before and after his reincarnation, this was Raha’s very first experience with sex, and his impression of it was just that simple.
It wasn’t an act born of love, nor was it entirely forced; starting an encounter while both were merely caught up in a state of high arousal yielded nothing more and nothing less than that exact sentiment.
“Hngh, ah. Haah.”
As Teore slowly rocked his hips, using one hand to tease Raha’s areola and nipple, the discomfort began to shift entirely into pleasure.
Leaning down to kiss him, Teore lightly nipped Raha’s nose instead of his lips, licking upward with his tongue.
“Ohh…”
As Raha’s lips parted naturally at the gesture, Teore immediately sealed them with his own, thrusting his tongue inside.
Capturing every bit of Raha’s ragged breath, Teore’s tongue swept through his mouth, rubbing and licking against every surface.
Pounding into him while sharing a deep kiss brought a far more intoxicating pleasure than mere thrusting, allowing Raha to endure the length sinking even deeper than before.
To swallow that massive object entirely remained an immense strain, and physiological tears continued to stream down his face.
However, as Teore entangled Raha’s tongue—which was pinned flat against the bottom of his mouth—and sucked on it with painful intensity while accelerating the rhythm of his hips, the pleasure eclipsed the pain.
Raha’s mind began to turn completely to mush.
Before long, Teore’s pace became so overwhelmingly fast that Raha could only cling to his neck, desperately pouring panting groans directly into Teore’s mouth.
“Mph, hngh, phew!”
With his tongue tightly trapped by Teore’s, he couldn’t even voice his cries properly.
The faster Teore drove his hips, the harder he sucked on Raha’s tongue as if trying to rip it out.
The sting on his tongue and the friction below created a powerful synergy, yielding an incredibly bizarre, intense pleasure.
As the thrusting grew frantic, Raha’s toes flexed instinctively.
Starved for oxygen due to their locked lips, Raha twisted his head, trying to break away from the kiss.
Sensing this, Teore finally released his tongue.
Instead, he bit down hard on Raha’s lower lip, slamming his hips upward.
In that exact instant, the tip of Teore’s member struck a specific depth, and a white-hot flash erupted behind Raha’s eyelids.
“Ahgkh! Ah! Ah, ah! Ah, hngh!”
“Right here, Laha.”
Releasing his lower lip, Teore’s pitch-black eyes flashed in the dark as he subtly shifted the angle of his lower body.
With deliberate intent, he began to relentlessly hammer against the very spot that had just triggered that terrifying burst of pleasure.
“Ah! Haah! Ha-ah! Ah!”
The sheer, extreme ecstasy flooding through him made his vision black out repeatedly.
Unable to withstand the intense, cascading tremors racking his frame, Raha came right then and there.
“Ah, hngh! Haah, ah.”
“Ghk!”
Simultaneously, a raw, choked groan—one Raha had never heard from him before—escaped Teore’s lips.
Feeling a thick, searing heat blooming deep inside him, Raha realized that Teore had spilled inside him at that exact same moment.
“Haaah, haah, haaaah.”
“Haah, ha…”
Ragged breaths spilled simultaneously from the lips of the two men as their gazes locked.
Teore’s hips continued to twitch in shallow, lingering friction as his release finished, causing a strange, aftershock-like pleasure to ripple through Raha’s entire body once more.
Brushing back Raha’s radiant blond hair—which was now damp with sweat and tears—Teore leaned down and pressed his lips against Raha’s, whose breath was still coming in short gasps.
His tongue, thick and searing, slid back inside to lick and tease the tender flesh of his inner cheeks.
As if intent on robbing Raha of every last drop of moisture, his tongue actively traced and sucked at every corner of his mouth without a moment’s rest.
Even though his release was entirely over, Teore’s member remained buried inside.
With every shudder of Raha’s body against the deep kiss, the length began to swell larger once more.
Just as a sudden wave of dread struck Raha—surely he isn’t planning to go again right away?—Teore finally released his tongue.
He raised his upper body slightly, breaking the kiss.
“Blame your inside for being far too soft.”
“…What?”
Before Raha could fully process the meaning behind the words, the member—now fully, fiercely erect once more—began to aggressively plunge back into his core.
“Ah! Ah, ah! Hngh!”
His body, still incredibly sensitive from having just reached an intense climax, seemed to melt away entirely under the renewed assault.
Raha wondered how a man could possibly get hard again so phenomenally fast.
But the moment the length pulled back and then slammed deep into his depths, Raha felt his own member snapping rigidly upright against Teore’s stomach.
Realizing his own body’s response, he decided he wasn’t exactly in a position to judge.
Raha was swept away on a relentless tide of ecstasy, his body shaking continuously under the crushing weight of Teore’s thrusts.
Night descended silently over them, and the morning sun did not rise until Teore had spilled himself inside Raha several more times.
