By Zephyria I lifted my hips, arms, and legs as he told me to. The ceremonial robes I was wearing fell to the floor beneath the bed, leaving not a single piece, not even my socks. Meanwhile, Ivan, still quite neatly dressed, bit my neck, my breasts, my forearms, my navel, acting as if he would devour me.
Each time, the only time my whole body tensed so tightly was the first. He seems like the type to have honest sex. Ivan explained in advance where he would touch and how. “May I caress your breasts a bit more? Your bones protrude a bit here. Is this muscle?” he’d ask.
Of course, hearing the explanation didn’t stop me from being nervous, but the times my body stiffened when his shapely hands and lips touched me had noticeably decreased compared to the first time.
Ivan, who had been gazing down at me lying naked and unable to do anything, gently pulled my hand. Tok, my fingers brushed against the third button of his shirt. “Undo it? You want me to undo it?” Even without asking with my mouth, I knew. In Ivan’s quiet silence, I carefully raised both hands.
“Snap out of it, hands. Damn it, I’ve fed you for years, and you betray me at a moment like this?”
My trembling fingertips kept missing the tiny button. I resented my disobedient hands. No, that wasn’t it. My hands weren’t at fault. While I was undoing the buttons, Ivan gently stroked my thighs. I knew full well my erect genitals were throbbing, begging to be touched, yet he slowly traced my thighs from the hollow just beside my knee, up to where my thighs folded, gently transferring his warmth.
My body grew hotter and hotter.
I managed to take off Ivan’s shirt. At his nod, I touched his pants. He lifted his hips slightly, and I pulled his pants down, and saw his swollen genitals beneath the thin underwear… He nodded again, and I took off that underwear too.
“Crazy…”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes? Yes. Yes, I, I’m good.”
Why the hell doesn’t this guy have any pubic hair?
Ivan Holmes, no, Ivan Bikoff, with his long, straight, lithe, and pale body, even his penis was white, pretty, and clean. Seeing him, I suddenly felt so dirty and impure. Ivan, who gave me time to fully admire his body, then removed the clothes draped over his calves. His movements were so swift and unhesitating that I kept stealing glances at his hands.
And I was surprised again. Was it magic? When did he take that out? Where did he take it from?
Seriously, what is this guy?
“Hup, haa…”
“You’re pretty.”
“Huk, tha, thank… Thank you.”
“Haha, thank me? Right… You should be thankful. But thankful for what?”
“Heuk, euk, for being pretty, for being loved…”
“No, not that. You don’t know how to relax your hole right now… I’m holding back like this.”
Even after pouring so much holy oil, progress was agonizingly slow. In my imagination, I thought I could finish everything quickly, this way and that. The hole that had never had anything inserted into it before clenched tightly and trembled even after swallowing two fingers.
I had already come twice, but Ivan hadn’t come once. With that in mind, I reached out to touch his genitals, but ssup*, the sound of him stopping me like a dog made me shrink back, and I opened my knees again.
What if he doesn’t find it fun?
What if, damn it, I’m so bad at this… and he never does it with me again.
Just thinking about it made tears well up. Actually, I also wanted to cry for other reasons…
“It’s difficult… Is it because your body is big, or is it deep?”
“Huk, hup. Huh? Wh-what. Ah, ah.”
“No, I was just talking to myself. Shall we kiss again?”
“…Yes…”
Ivan, who kept kissing me whenever I started to drift off, was so, so wonderful. After all, before this, I could only kiss him once a month, at the end of our date. All day, I would look forward to that moment, and also live in dread, wondering if Ivan might not kiss me today. How miserable and painful were all those moments.
But now, I could just open my mouth and inhale his refreshing scent to my heart’s content. Every time I accepted and swallowed the saliva he passed to me, Ivan would let out a laugh through our joined lips. Right, if I can’t make him feel good, I should at least make him laugh. And so, and so again… again with me.
It was then.
Ivan, who had been biting my lower lip repeatedly, sat up. Deprived of what I had been wanting, I was restless, on the verge of going mad. I was so surprised that tears streamed down my face. Tears dripped down the sides of my eyes and wet my cheeks hotly.
“…Hmm. I want to be more careful…”
“Yes? Ah, that. That, I can do better…”
“Is it okay to thrust like this?”
“Huh?”
“If it hurts, tell me. I’ll stop.”
“Ah. Hup, yes. Yes. Good, good…”
Yes, Eric Bikoff, a man. Do you die twice if you don’t die once? Right now, I felt like I could welcome it even if Ivan plunged a knife into my belly. My pain sensation is dull; I endure pain and tickles very well. I just wanted to be pierced through. Looking up at him with that thought, Ivan smiled again.
I received another kiss as a reward. My fingers withdrew from the hole that had been stirred up all along, and at the same time, the cool, fragrant scent of holy oil wafted through once more.
And the tip of his slick, wet penis touched… and slipped. No, no. In my anxiety, I unconsciously spread my thighs open. I didn’t have the leisure to think about how pathetic I must look. Fortunately, Ivan wasn’t cooling down.
And he entered me.
“…Huk, eub. Ah.”
“Haa… It’s true. You really eat well. All at once… This much, hoo, it goes in.”
“Ah, just, yes, uh-huh.”
Strange sounds kept coming from my mouth. I couldn’t collect myself. In my panic, I flailed my hands, but Ivan caught my hands and put them around his neck. Fearing his slender neck might break, I quickly pulled my hands away, and he had me grip his shoulder instead. He’s so fearless.
And, and.
“Yes. Wait? He hasn’t moved yet… I’ll adjust the position.”
“Hak! Ah, ah, I, Ivan. Ivan-ssi, ah.”
“Ssi? Haha, just… Call me by my name.”
“Yes, huk, euk. Th-there, shh, ah, wait, just a moment.”
“Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt, it’s just…”
“You like it? Right now, so much. Ah. I just… I just thrust a little… and you’re already coming… Look.”
…Yes, I liked it.
What? Maybe I’m actually good at sex. My walls, which were jerking uncontrollably, tightened around his penis shaft. There was no mistaking it. Every time he pulled out and thrust deep again, I became so aroused that my hands, feet, and entire body became slick and wet. Whenever my tense hips lifted, Ivan let out a pleased groan.
And so, and so I wanted to be loved even more.
“Hup, huk… Ah, good, hoo, yes.”
“Wait… Moving like that, hoo, ah.”
“Good, yes, good, more, ah, ah.”
“…Yes. It’s okay. It’s okay, so hold me like that.”
My legs, which had been spread wide open, found their place. I wrapped my legs tightly around Ivan’s shapely, slender waist, worried he might break, but surprisingly, his body supported me firmly. No, it wasn’t just that. He was stronger than I expected.
I wrapped my arms around Ivan’s neck again. I liked it when he kissed me, calling me good and pretty, and tears kept flowing. Even when he whispered, “I can’t move because I’m too close,” I couldn’t pull away, and I got hit on the butt. But, that too…
“What, you like it when I hit you here?”
“N-no, no, that. Huk! Ah, annyaa…”
“Then why are you crying so cutely?”
“I did wrong, I did wrong.”
“What wrong did you do? Wrong, euk. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I did wrong, hoo, yes, ah. Ah-ng…”
A gentle hand stroked my hair. My short, coarse hair must have looked disheveled and unappealing, soaked in sweat, yet somehow, Ivan’s face looking at mine was incredibly tender. His lips, falling lightly on my eyelids, cheeks, and mouth, were sweet and tantalizing, making me cry again and again.
I wish this could last for fifty years.
Was that what I thought?
“Then… now that you seem to be getting used to it… shall we start moving properly?”
There’s no way I was that crazy bastard.
…
Ivan, moving ‘properly’, had destructive power.
Every time he withdrew just enough to let my thick tip in, and then was struck deep within my body in one go, stars appeared before my eyes. It was so dizzying, I couldn’t believe my body had such an organ. Each deep thrust made me cry tears and cum, and after two or three consecutive thrusts, I involuntarily moaned, “Please.”
My spread legs refused to close. I couldn’t believe this moment, looking up at Ivan’s face, flushed with arousal, as he cupped my inner thighs. Each time, my aroused walls, tightened with excitement, craved the penis thrusting inside me and begged for more.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud. I had never in my life imagined that being struck in the gut would feel so good. Like perfectly fitting bumps and hollows, whenever his penis tip rubbed my walls or twisted at an angle, I cried until my voice was hoarse.
“Hwang, ah. Save me, hua, ah, hu, I, Ivan, ah!”
“Mmm, yes. Hoo, you don’t like it?”
“No, no. No, go, hoo, good…”
“You like it? If you like it, why are you crying like that… You’re making me weak.”
“Kith, huk. Kiss. Ah.”
“Yes, kiss. Let’s do it.”
And each time, Ivan embraced me tightly and kissed me without hesitation. Today is the day I die from an orgasm. It was a truly joyful life. Though life was difficult and painful, if I were to die in Ivan’s arms, it would surely be a good death.
“…Don’t think about other things.”
“Yes, yes…”
Seriously, what is this guy?
What is he? He’s my groom, my lord, my husband, and mine now.
I’ll truly live off him forever. I embraced him with all my limbs and torso. Ivan, who seemed momentarily surprised, smiled and gently bit my earlobe, which was already tingling from being bitten multiple times. “I’ll do it inside,” his whispered words were so sexy.
Truly, truly, truly. By the benevolence of the First Goddess.
Right now, the sexiest husband in the world was undoubtedly Ivan Bikoff. A strong conviction shook me, and I didn’t let go even for a moment.