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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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“You’re so… sexy… did you know?”
I knew I couldn’t treat her like a friend anymore. Not after this. I wouldn’t be able to let her go.
“Don’t… say such things…”
“It’s true.”
She covered her eyes with her hands, embarrassed by her nakedness. It was adorable. I bent down, kissing her stomach, leaving a mark, then reached for her panties.
-Rip.
Her core, wet and glistening, was finally revealed. Her legs were slightly parted, her entrance hidden. I wanted to spread them, see her fully opened, but she was still hesitant. She was probably embarrassed. But I could tell, from her wetness, from her heat, that she was ready.
“You can’t stop me now.”
I unbuckled my belt, releasing my hardened cock. It sprang free, a proud, throbbing monument. Even I was impressed. “Whoa…”
River, who was still covering her eyes, peeked through her fingers. She was staring at my erection. It was… disproportionately large, considering my height. I had everything I wanted, except height.
I remembered her words.
“You said… I was small… How does it look now?”
“…It’s… big. But… will it… fit?”
“…Probably?”
She was clearly intimidated by its size. I knelt between her legs, spreading them, guiding my cock towards her entrance. It was hot, burning, like a volcano.
“H-!”
She gasped as I nudged her entrance. It was much thicker than my fingers.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself. I paused, whispering in her ear.
“…I’m taking your first.”
I pushed forward.
“Heee?!”
I felt a slight resistance, then… I was inside. “Hah… hah… it… hurts…!”
She cried out, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. I didn’t ask for permission. She had asked for this. Her heat enveloped me, her walls clenching around me, a perfect fit.
She was a natural. Her body, despite its inexperience, held me tight, her muscles contracting rhythmically. I pushed deeper, stretching her, claiming her. I reached her core.
“It hurts… Atlas… I…”
She was in pain, unprepared for this intrusion. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had gone too far. I felt no guilt. Only pleasure, the thrill of being inside her, the warmth, the tightness. She struggled, her arms flailing, but I held her close.
“It’ll be over soon.”
“Ah… mm…”
She relaxed in my embrace, her breathing slowing. She was acting like a spoiled child, clinging to me. It was adorable. We lay there, intertwined, our bodies pressed together, our heartbeats synchronized. I gave her time to adjust. Her body relaxed, her warmth melting the tension.
She looked up at me, a smile playing on her lips. “You… took my first…”
“…Do you regret it?”
“Mm… not really… but… it hurts…”
“Does it?”
She seemed more relaxed. “I’m moving now.”
“W-wait! I’m not ready…!”
“You said you didn’t regret it… Here we go…”
I began to move, ignoring her protests.
-Squish
“H-!”
She moaned. The pain was fading, replaced by… something else. I sat up, releasing her from my embrace. She reached for me, but I held her hips, pushing deeper.
“Hah…! Mm… h-hold me… Atlas…”
“Stop whining.”
Her legs, wrapped around my waist, tightened. “B-but I’m… scared…!”
“I’ll hold you… in a different way.”
I grabbed her hips, and began to move, a steady rhythm. -Squish, squish, squish.
“Hah…! M-not like that…”
Her body moved with me, her breasts swaying, her eyes half-closed. I cupped a breast, my thumb teasing her nipple. Her moans intensified. The pain had been replaced by pleasure.
I increased my pace, hitting her core, her moans echoing in the room. Her walls tightened around me, each thrust eliciting a gasp, a moan. She was losing control.
I noticed something, in the midst of our passion, a small, swollen bud, her clitoris, engorged and pulsating.
She had said she usually… handled it herself. It was said that it grew larger with stimulation… she must have been… playing with it often. It looked… obscene, in its swollen state. I couldn’t resist. I reached out, my thumb pressing against it.
-Press.
“Hee?!”
-Squirtttt!
The result was… explosive. She came, a torrent of fluid erupting from her core, my cock slipping out. “Did you…?”
“Hah… hah… yes…”
She was panting, her body slick with her release. I spread her legs again.
“W-wait… I’m sensitive…”
“We’re not done yet.”
“What…? Hee?!”
I wasn’t letting her off that easily. I grabbed her thighs and began again.
“Your… body and… that thing… don’t match…”
-Press.
“Hee…!”
She came again, instantly. It was like a switch. I pressed it repeatedly, her moans escalating, her body writhing beneath me.
“S-stop… stop pressing…!”
“One last time.”
-Press.
“Haa…!”
Such a sensitive clit. I kept my promise and stopped teasing her. I continued moving, the sounds of our bodies filling the room. She was so responsive now, so needy, clinging to me, her moans soft and sweet. I wanted her. I’d take everything from her.
“Haa… mm… Atlas… I… I think…!”
She was close. It wasn’t the instant release from my touch, but a slow, building crescendo.
“Let it go…!”
I felt myself nearing the edge. I tried to pull out. “Atlas… I…!”
But then, her legs tightened around my waist. “Huh?” I was trapped. It was too late. I came, a torrent of hot fluid erupting into her, filling her.
-Spurt…!
And in that instant… something warm… flowed into me, from her core. “???”
Her legs loosened. I was free. ‘…What was that?’
It had been brief, but… something had entered me, from her. It was… strange. But I had no time to think about it. My cock slipped out, her entrance, stretched and wet, glistening in the dim light. Her fluids, thick and viscous, flowed down her thighs.
She was asleep, her breathing shallow. I trembled, alone, in the aftermath.
“I’m screwed…”
The heat of the moment had faded. I was thinking clearly now.
‘Another man’s fiancé(e), took her first time, no protection, he’s a Master… and he’s on the same island.’
I had made a terrible mistake.
“I’m really screwed.”
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