By Zephyria In the mirror, my cheeks were frozen bright red. How could I look so tacky? I hurriedly tried to cover my face with my hands, but my wrists were grabbed and pinned to the bed.
I bit my swollen lips with my teeth. I looked up at his dark face, cast in shadow by the backlight from the ceiling lamp. True to his nature of not feeling the cold, his cheeks were only slightly flushed with excitement, not frozen beet-red like mine.
As I averted my gaze, wondering how tacky I must look, something glittered outside the dark window.
A reindeer wearing sunglasses was peering through the glass. Sensing my gaze, the creature soon pretended to look elsewhere, but before long, our eyes met again. Clause, who had been pinning my wrists, hurriedly drew the curtains to block the window.
“He’s naturally a bit curious.”
Frowning, he pinned my wrists back down to the bed. Our noses touched. As my arms were bent completely to the sides, his chest pressed against mine. I could feel his heavy weight through his thick coat.
With a forceful twist of his body, I was suddenly perched on top of him. It felt as if a tiny Chihuahua had climbed atop a Siberian Husky.
Feeling an unnecessary sense of embarrassment, I tried to turn my head away, but his large hand gripped both my cheeks and turned me back toward him. I gasped at his beautiful face. His handsome features were flushed red from the excitement I caused.
I tried to act as if nothing were wrong, but I couldn’t maintain my sanity. The sound of me swallowing the saliva pooling in my mouth echoed loudly in the silence.
“Your cheeks are red.”
“I-it was so cold outside. It’s quite impressive that I didn’t freeze to death.”
He snorted at my words. He yanked my tie as if grabbing me by the collar.
“Isn’t it because you’re excited?”
Was it? Was I really excited, just as he said?
Having never experienced excitement while pressed against a real person—even if he wasn’t human, he had a human appearance—I wasn’t sure of my own state. I wanted to confirm my arousal.
Boldly, I parted his lips and slid my tongue in slightly. Like a scientist investigating a phenomenon, I carefully felt the slippery texture, intertwining my tongue with his to savor the taste.
“Hng!”
It was only a kiss, but a moan escaped, and a thrilling pleasure, like an electric current, surged through my lower body.
While still kissing, he slid his finger into my tie loop and pulled it all the way off. After tossing the tie to the floor, he skillfully undid my shirt buttons one by one with one hand, very slowly.
His warm hand, which had been stroking my lower abdomen, reached the buckle. He pulled the buckle, undone the pants button, lowered the zipper, and abruptly slid his hand inside my briefs.
“Ah….”
Until a few hours ago, my mind had been filled with nothing but negative perceptions of him. As much as he was attractive, I hated him for the insults he had dealt me. But suddenly, he had become infinitely tender, telling me he would personally realize my obscene fantasies without any hesitation.
As his warm, damp hand gripped my member, I felt something akin to desperation. My breath grew shallow, and my chest felt tight and suffocated. For some reason, I felt like crying, so I squeezed my eyes shut.
I didn’t want to think. As some philosopher once said, nothing opposes sex as much as thought. Yet, the feeling of him touching me was still awkward and evoked a shame that betrayed my will.
After pulling down my briefs, he stared quietly at my erect member. My member wasn’t particularly strange, but I was overcome by fear of how I looked through his eyes.
“You’re cute here, too.”
“I’m not cute!”
When I snapped back, he chuckled and gently stroked my member.
“I mean, compared to mine, you’re cute.”
“Ngh….”
He sat up. I, who had been perched on his lower abdomen, slid down like a child on a slide, ending up with my hips resting on his lower body. I could feel his rock-hard erection between my buttocks.
“Ah… ngh, hng….”
His large hand gripped my member and shook it. I tried to stifle my moans, but the sounds of my body reacting kept bursting out. Feeling awkward and self-conscious about the noise, I constricted my throat to hold it back.
“Is it because you’re shy? Does moaning feel strange?”
He asked in a tender tone. Becoming even more embarrassed by his words, I leaned my forehead against his shoulder and spoke deliberately bluntly.
“You, hng… it’s been too long… I’m just nervous.”
I felt his gaze on my skin. As I peeked up at him, I saw his clear gray eyes. He smiled with a mischievous expression.
“It’s your first time. You’ve never let anyone else play with you like this.”
“That’s not true.”
“Don’t lie.”
“…How do you know that?”
“Santa knows everything. I know you better than you know yourself.”
His lips curved. He tugged at my clothes and stripped off my shirt in one go. After removing my pants, he grabbed the underwear hanging awkwardly around my knees and tossed them under the bed.
I had naturally assumed that bodies would entwine like a flowing stream, and that kissing and foreplay would be followed immediately by insertion. Having only experienced sex through edited videos, the gap between the sequence of undressing and the act of changing positions felt embarrassingly stark.
Descending from the bed, he stripped off everything from his socks to his pants, drawers, cardigan, and shirt. Approaching me, he lifted my left leg high to remove one sock, then lifted the other leg to remove the remaining one.
“Haa, I really can’t stand this.”
I covered my face with my palms and let out a long sigh. I was too ashamed to bear it. He gave a short laugh, spread my legs wide, and moved between them. After showering my ankles with fresh kisses, he pressed down on the back of my stiff, tense knees and spoke.
“Why, is the reality too different from your imagination?”
I nodded fervently.
“Then do you want to compare if this is different from your imagination too? You wished that on your twenty-third Christmas—that someone would suck your chest until it was swollen.”
“I don’t know! I don’t remember that, so stop it.”
He chuckled and leaned his upper body over, covering me. His palm felt around my lean chest. He delicately traced the curve of my ribs and the flesh of my sides, then sucked my nipples with loud, smacking sounds. I felt the tip of his tongue circling the sensitive skin.
“Haa… ngh, ah….”
Gasps leaked out at the sensation of him sucking strongly, as if inhaling. I loved the delicate stimulation of his tongue pressing and licking up the nipple. It was far more thrilling than the sensation I had vaguely imagined.
However, having the protruding tip bitten by his teeth was another story. My body kept twisting to push his shoulder away, but he locked me firmly with his arms and chewed on the tip of my nipple between his teeth.
“Aah! Ah, aaah!”
I wondered if my moans were becoming too high-pitched to be comical. But such worries no longer crossed my mind. He rubbed the swollen nipples roughly with his index finger and thumb before moving his lips to the other breast. My waist kept arching, curving my body. He pressed down on my lower abdomen to keep me from moving.
Only after biting and sucking until my chest felt sore did he pull his lips away from my nipples. His red, damp lips looked incredibly erotic. I imagined letting him take my hard erection into his mouth. As if reading my thoughts, he pulled me and made me climb onto his body in reverse.
His erect member touched near my mouth.
“The part about wanting to do fellatio while tangled upside down… hmm, was that around twenty?”
He continued to tease me, digging up the past I wanted to hide. But I crumbled before I could even get angry. He took my member into his mouth in one go and sucked hard. He rubbed the shaft with his tongue, inhaling it inside like he was sucking on a piece of candy.
Groaning from the overwhelming pleasure, I barely managed to open my mouth. When I lightly licked the long, thick member before me with my tongue, I tasted salt. I opened my mouth wider and took his deep inside. I felt dazed that I was actually sucking someone else’s member.
As I moved my head back and forth and stroked him with my hand, his member gradually grew harder and swelled. Even when I pushed it as far into my mouth as possible, reaching my uvula, I couldn’t swallow even half of it. Swallowing the gushes of pre-cum, I sucked his member tightly and forcefully.
Just then, I felt a piercing sensation from below. A finger, wet with something, pushed deeper and deeper into my hole.
I wondered which number this wish was. Back then, I believe I wished for long fingers to stir inside me recklessly and wildly. I had asked for the hole to be pressed and widened messily long after the inside had softened, so that it could hold even baser desires.
“Hng!”
I clenched my fists at the heavy surge of pleasure. Even though only one finger had entered, my entire body was already trembling.
Parting the tight gap, a long finger with thick knuckles entered gently. The fingertip crept through the mucous membrane, as if spreading cream over a wound. Goosebumps broke out across my body, and my buttocks shivered. I struggled to endure that eerie sensation, barely managing to stimulate his member with my tongue.
I heard the sound of something opening, and his finger, which had suddenly exited the hole, soon returned with more fingers pushing inside.
“Hup!”
Fingers entered along with cold lubricant, widening and exploring the sticky interior. The sensation of being pressed inside gradually changed from a feeling of foreignness to pleasure. My legs tensed, and my toes curled instinctively. A sweet moan escaped from my mouth, which was filled with his large member. Every time his fingers pressed and withdrew from the inside as if playing, a squelching, wet sound echoed.
“Hng, …mph! Mph!”
Another finger was added. He delicately manipulated the mucous membrane, slowly widening the hole so it could accept him. I felt a heavy, aching pain. I tried to forget the pain below by sucking his glans, but when he pressed the membrane and rubbed it up and down like scraping with a spoon, I couldn’t hold back the moans.
Fingers thrust in quickly and without direction. My voice gradually grew closer to sobbing. His penis, filling my mouth, swelled in girth until my jaw felt stiff.
Just as my hips began to shift with impatience, he withdrew his fingers. His fingers were drippingly wet. That hand pressed my chest, laying me flat on my back, and he sat closely between my legs.
“It’ll hurt a bit at first.”
“It’s okay. I’ll endure it.”
I spoke urgently, as if greedy. He asked, sounding surprised.
“Really?”
If not today, when else would I ever have sex with a man as handsome as you? Instead of saying that honestly, I nodded vigorously.
But despite my resolve, the moment insertion began, I wanted to escape his embrace. Even though only a few inches had entered, I felt completely drained. Whenever I shifted my body, unable to bear the unfamiliar pain, the insertion became shallow; then, just as it became bearable, it would suddenly plunge deep. I shuddered at the sensation of the large member stimulating every surface of the mucous membrane as it forced my body open. Sobbing sounds escaped me from the pressure.
“Hng, ngh… hup!”
He slowly withdrew the member he had been forcing in. Compared to my buttocks, his member looked mercilessly large.
With frightened eyes, I watched him spread plenty of lubricant over his member. After roughly stroking it with his hand, he repositioned himself and aimed the glans at the narrow hole. This time, he pushed the member in directly without retreating.
At the volume, which was incomparable to fingers, I choked back a sob, and he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me toward him. His member pushed even deeper into my body.
“……!”
I couldn’t even scream. He fixed my shoulders firmly, pressed my thighs down with his knees to spread my legs wider, and thrust his hips upward. I let out a shrill moan and hugged his body.
“Can I put more in?”
Greed surged within me. I wanted him to thrust in hard so that I couldn’t keep my senses. It might have been the recklessness of a beginner, but I wanted him. Enduring the fading sensations, I nodded.
He pushed in more slowly than before. The entrance that swallowed the member stretched to its limit. I tried to relax my whole body to accept him comfortably, trying not to reject him, but the discomfort kept making my insides push him back. Every nerve in my body concentrated on that narrow spot, as if I were being split in half.
Only after a long while did I feel the lukewarm testicles of the man pressing against my buttocks. Like an exhausted person, I let out a groaning sound and gasped for the breath I had been holding.
Only then did I realize how absurd the messy wishes I had made for Christmas had been. If he had pushed inside violently as I wished, or if he had treated me roughly, I probably would have wailed and begged him to stop.
“Does it hurt?”
Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded. I felt a precarious sensation, as if I were harboring a balloon on the verge of bursting inside my stomach.
“But you put… all of that big thing in. But it’s so big… hng, I feel like I’m going to burst.”
As I sobbed, touching my tight lower abdomen, he stared at me. To be shedding tears before the actual sex had even begun. He might find my clumsiness boring.
But contrary to my expectations, Clause’s face was flushed red, and his breathing was heavy. He spread my already tightly parted legs a bit more with force and thrust his hips hard.
“Hahup! Hnggg, slowly.”
As I squeezed my eyes shut in fear, his movement stopped. Kneading my tense buttocks, he whispered in a low voice.
“Don’t tense up.”
He moved his hips to thrust even deeper. I felt the center of my body fly open and then rapidly contract.
“Aang, don’t put more….”
An erotic moan escaped instinctively. He slightly withdrew the inserted member and then pushed it back in deep. Gripping my body, which had frozen stiff like it was broken, he began to move his hips slowly.
The gentle insertions were repetitive and smooth. Every time the member crushed the inner walls wet with lubricant and pre-cum, a splashing, watery sound of mucus echoed. It was a terribly erotic sound, as if the wet hole were opening wide to spill everything inside. I hugged his shoulders tightly.
Every time the ridged glans entered and exited the opening or scraped some part of my insides, a tantalizing pleasure crept up. I loved the feeling of the hard pillar of flesh rubbing stickily against the mucous membrane. I gradually hoped his movements would become rougher.
As if reading my wish, he attempted faster insertions. Every time the protruding glans scraped the interior, my lower abdomen felt deeply recessed. Every time his hard member cut through the wetness inside, I felt a thrilling sensation along with a breathtaking pressure.
As sweet moans burst from my lips, the insertions became gradually bolder. Now, he no longer held back. Sweat trickled down between his sharply furrowed brows. My toes curled to the point of cramping, and my buttocks bucked in spasms. Without stopping, he pierced through me and, while keeping his penis plugged in, flipped my body over to make me lie on my stomach. My knees bent, and my lower abdomen was pulled tight.
“Ah! Haat!”
He lifted his hips upward. The member, entering from a completely unfamiliar angle, crushed the mucous membrane.
“Ah, a-ngh!”
The pressed area was too stimulating. My body, which had shrunk instantly, broke into a cold sweat. I felt like I was going to come. Nothing else came to mind except the desire to ejaculate. Due to the continuous insertions, I finally let out strange, panting moans and ejaculated.
He roughly thrust in and out of my tightly constricted insides. It felt as if my interior were being crushed like a ripe fruit. Because he endlessly hoisted my collapsing body up to drive himself in, I was forced to keep feeling the sharp pleasure.
“Hng, hng… ngh! I, I can’t….”
“You begged and begged… ngh, for me to keep fucking you even if you asked me to stop… huff, …didn’t you?”
“I can’t, can’t… ngh! Nngh! No, I don’t want… a-ngh! Ngh! Stop, stop!”
“Why? You said to fuck you with my cock… until your hole was raw.”
“Stop that… hwaaa, no, I don’t want to!”
Thud! He stopped moving after thrusting deep inside. Pain and pleasure were mixed together like a slurry, leaving me unable to gather my senses. Even though the penetration had stopped, it still felt as if he were sliding in and out of my body. I gripped the sheets tightly and sobbed, enduring the lingering pleasure. But for him, the sex was only just beginning.
“Try moving.”
His words sent a sudden rush of heat to my face. I looked back at him with flushed eyes; he was looking down at me while sitting with his knees drawn up. His large hand gathered and gripped the back of my head. While keeping my eyes on his, I slowly pushed my hips forward and then moved them back again.
“Hng… ah, aaah.”
The shape and hardness of the glans, the bulging veins, and above all, the ruthlessly thick and long length of his member were vividly etched before my eyes. I gritted my teeth and moved my hips, and unable to handle the intense itch, I increased the speed as if scraping the heated mucous membranes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lick his dry lips. I, too, felt a burning thirst. The high viscosity and sticky clinginess coated the smooth skin of the organ, making the member and the inner walls stick together with a squelching sound. He reached for the lubricant rolling around on the bed and squeezed it high over his penis.
I felt a cold foreign sensation inside my anus where the member was buried. An explicitly wet, splashing sound echoed from the friction point entwined with the penis. Before I could even move my hips back to take the long member in entirely, he thrust it in sharply.
“Haat!”
He lifted his body. He wrapped his arms around my lower belly, lifted me up, and moved toward the edge of the bed. He stood in front of the full-length mirror next to the door. Because of his height, my feet couldn’t reach the floor, so I had to stand on my tiptoes, barely balancing on the tops of his feet.
“Ah-eut… hat, aaah!”
I stood in an awkward position, leaning against the mirror. I pressed myself against the cold glass to avoid him as he pressed close against my back, but it was futile. After giving my cheek a short kiss, he reached down. He rubbed my member, which was standing erect and leaking fluid, and spoke while nibbling on my earlobe.
“Your inside. It’s twitching like it wants to eat me alive.”
“Ha-eut! Nng, nng!”
“…Relax your hole a bit. Ugh… it feels like my cock is going to… huff… snap.”
“No, I don’t want to… slow— hieet! Ah!”
“You told me to ram it in… ugh, until the hole gets raw from the cock. Huff, do you… not like my cock?”
When on earth had I made a wish like that? It was definitely a wish I had made at some point. I remembered wishing that I wanted to hear dirty talk until I was too ashamed to think straight.
However, there was a world of difference between a vague fantasy and reality. Even while struggling through the penetration, I shuddered and checked the mirror to see if anyone else was there besides us. I truly wanted to cover his mouth.
“Stop… hng, stop it. Hup, ugh, nng!”
“Do you really want me to stop? Your… pussy is gaping open, begging for the cock like this.”
“Uugh! Stop!”
“From now on, if you tell me to stop while leaking all over and squeezing me with your back-pussy….”
“Stop the dirty taalk… stop it!”
Eventually, I couldn’t take it and screamed. He, who had been holding my member and gently rubbing the glans with his thumb, stopped moving. He checked my expression in the mirror and laughed as if embarrassed.
“…Is this not working?”
“Hng, uugh… wow, it’s… totally terrible.”
He let out a sigh. Even while feeling things frantically, I liked the awkward expression reflected in the mirror. He was putting in the effort and sincerity to grant my ridiculous, stupid wish.
I felt as though I had become captivated by that side of the man. Although the content of his dirty talk was poor enough to make me want to plug my ears, his voice was sweet, and his excited breathing was sexy enough to stir up my entire stomach.
Come to think of it, I had never once made a wish regarding romance. My wishes were like nocturnal emissions. They were one-night dreams that became empty and meaningless once the desire was discharged.
Inevitably, I formed a hopeless hypothesis. If I had wished that I wanted to feel loved, that I wanted to be in love, would Clause have granted that wish? I wanted confirmation from him. But I lacked the courage.
“Hng… aaah, …hic, ah-eut.”
He thrust upward slowly from behind. I leaned my upper body against the mirror and pressed my hands against the glass. Then, his large hands covered mine. As if a fire had been lit, the man’s movements began to pick up speed again. My entire body shook every time he thrust upward.
As I barely held on by putting strength into my collapsing legs, he rotated his penis, which was fully inserted. Tears flowed naturally at the sensation of a massive axis rotating inside my body.
“Hup! Hut, eut… nng!”
As I shook my head and cried like a child, he kissed the nape of my neck softly and pulled my waist upward. Strength naturally entered my buttocks, and I could feel his member inside the hole vividly. I looked back, tears dripping from the excessive stimulation.
“Is it too much?”
“Yes, yes….”
When I nodded in response to the question asked in a heavily cracked voice, his movements slowed. However, the consideration didn’t last long. Piercing only the parts that felt the most pleasure, he whispered in my ear.
“Sorry. I can’t do it.”
My legs gave out under the momentum of his hips, which had accelerated from the previous penetration. Wrapping around me as I gradually collapsed toward the floor, he rammed himself in mercilessly, as if the previous penetration had been mere consideration. While kissing my shoulder as if biting, he wiped the fogged-up mirror with his palm and gripped my chin to fix my gaze on the mirror.
“See? Your eyes are red from crying.”
“Ha-eut, at!”
My eyes met his in the mirror. He was staring intently at me, looking completely overwhelmed by how much I was feeling it. I was swept away by the feeling that I was accepting him with my entire body. I wanted him to melt me, tear me apart, and bite me until he completely possessed me. I felt as if my heart would burst.
I scratched the smooth mirror with my nails. Every time he thrust roughly into my rigid body, a shiver dominated my entire frame. I spilled semen across the floor and the mirror.
“Haaa… hup, eut, hng….”
Though the ejaculation was over, the hole continued to swallow and tighten around his member as if stubbornly trying to eat it. Holding my twitching buttocks tightly, he moved his hips. His breathing grew ragged, as if he too were feeling the urge to ejaculate. I felt a warm foreign sensation around the member sliding in and out of the hole. He ejaculated a considerable amount for a long time. His large body overlapped mine as I leaned my entire body against the mirror.
Our bodies were slippery with each other’s sweat and semen. I wanted to be drenched in this sticky suspension. Satisfaction and bitterness mixed chaotically, like the marbling of oil and water. Feeling a slight dizziness, I simply closed my eyes.