The mont Luca started to pull back, Luna’s entire body seized with a sensation so intense it bordered on agony—and sothing else, sothing that made her toes curl and her nails dig into his shoulders.
It felt like the tender inner walls of her pussy were being dragged out with him, like she was clenching so impossibly tight around his massive cock that the veins mapping its surface were carving themselves into her, leaving their imprint behind in hot, pulsing relief.
"Ahhh—! Noo—! You’re pulling out—!"
She whimpered, high and desperate in her throat, and grabbed onto him like he was the only solid thing in a world gone liquid and strange.
And when he finally pulled out far enough that only the thick, flared head remained inside her, stretching her entrance wide, she gasped—a broken sound that was half relief and half please don’t stop.
And then he pushed back in and that overwhelming sensation returned: sothing deep inside her, sothing she hadn’t known existed, was being touched, stroked, claid.
"So deep." She breathed, the words falling from her lips like a prayer. "Luca—y-you’re so deep inside ."
He then began to move in earnest then, a rhythm establishing itself: pull back until she felt hollow and aching, push forward until she was full to bursting.
"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn! Smack!♡~"
In and out, in and out, each stroke stretching her pussy in ways that should have been impossible, reshaping her around the thick, unyielding reality of his cock.
Luna held onto him desperately, her legs wrapped around his hips, her body accepting everything he gave her.
"Luca!" She moaned, her voice breaking. "Oh, Luca—I can’t feel it—I can feel you’re going in and out of !"
There was pain, yes. A burning stretch that made her breath catch and her eyes sting.
But even as it blood, sothing else blood alongside it: pleasure so intense it made the pain irrelevant, made it part of the pleasure, a necessary edge that kept her from floating away entirely.
The way his cock filled her, the way it seed to reach every sensitive spot inside her cunt at once—it was overwhelming.
And when he pulled out, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness, she found herself already aching for him to fill her again.
Slowly, she felt her body begin to relax.
The pain receded, leaving only that burning, glorious fullness.
And Luca, feeling the change in her, began to move more freely, more confidently—though still with that careful control that made her heart flutter.
"Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"
Each thrust made her breasts bounce, made her breath co in short, sharp gasps.
Luca looked down at her, at the way her tits jiggled with every movent, and concern flickered across his handso face.
"Are you alright, Luna?"
He asked, even as his cock continued to slide in and out of her wet heat.
"Do you want to go slower? Or—"
But Luna smiled up at him, a blooming, tender thing that made her eyes shine.
"No, Luca. I-It’s alright. It feels good. It feels so good."
She looked down, watching the place where their bodies joined, watching her pussy stretch wide around his thick cock, watching the way her slick flesh gripped him every ti he pulled back.
"At first it hurt." She admitted, her voice soft with wonder. "It felt like my body was going to turn inside out. And it honestly did hurt, a little. But now—"
She looked back up at him, her eyes hazy with pleasure.
"Now it feels amazing. I just want you to keep going."
Relief washed over his features, followed by sothing darker, hungrier.
But before that hunger could take over, Luna’s curiosity sparked through the haze of pleasure.
"Luca? Can I ask you sothing?"
She traced a finger along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.
"The won you’ve been with before...did they struggle like I did? Or were they able to take you easily? Back in your world, I an."
Luca chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into hers.
He reached up, cupping one of her breasts, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked.
"Why do you assu I’ve been with other won at all?" He asked, his voice teasing. "For all you know, I could be a virgin."
"Hah! There’s no way that’s true!"
Luna pouted before reached up, pinching his cheek gently before stroking it, her touch softening.
"With a face like this? With eyes like yours?"
She stared into them, those beautiful, mysterious eyes that held so many secrets.
"There’s no way you weren’t popular back in your world. I’m pretty sure you’ve had your share of affairs."
He chuckled again, but she shook her head, smiling.
"I don’t really care, you know. I don’t care how many won you’ve been with, or how many you will have in the future."
"I’m just happy to be here, next to you, right now."
Sothing soft and affectionate flickered across her face, and Luca’s heart swelled.
But then another thought occurred to her—a thought that made her pussy clench around him in a different way.
"But..." She bit her lip, suddenly shy. "You’ve already been with Lulu. And I want to know how it was with her? Like did she take you better than ?"
She stroked his chest, feeling the sweat-slicked skin, the hard muscle beneath.
"Did she struggle like I did? Or was it easier for her?"
Luca went still inside her, and for a mont, he looked genuinely awkward.
"Luna...about that. About Lulu..."
"Yes?"
"I...haven’t actually done it with Lulu. Not all the way."
Luna gasped, her eyes going wide.
"But—but I saw you! In bed with her, doing such naughty things—"
"We did plenty of dirty things. I explored her in ways you can’t imagine."
Luca admitted, and Luna blushed at the thought of him treating Lulu’s body the way he was exploring hers now.
"But when it ca to actually..."
He shifted his hips, emphasizing his position inside her.
"This. She was too scared of my size. She said no, said ’another ti.’"
He looked down at Luna, and there was sothing vulnerable in his eyes now.
"That’s why I was so scared with you. Scared you’d push away too."
Realization dawned on Luna’s face, soft and wondering.
"And...Auntie Nyx? Have you..."
"I haven’t gone all the way with her either. She’s been teasing , but no."
Hearing this, Luna’s eyes grew bright, brighter than starlight filtering through the window and she suddenly beca frantic.
"Wait, Luca. Wait."
She grabbed his face between her hands, making him look at her.
"D-Does that an...am I your first? In this village? Am I the first elf you’ve had proper sex with?"
She asked with anticipation but to her shock, Luca said,
"No, Luna. You’re not the first elf I’ve had sex with in this village."
Her face fell. The brightness dimd, replaced by disappointnt so sharp it was almost physical.
She looked away, pitiful and sad, and Luca’s heart clenched at the sight.
But then he smiled—that wicked, wonderful smile that made her knees weak.
"That’s because you’re not only the first woman I’ve made love to in this village—but you’re also the first won I’ve been with ever since I ca to this world."
Luna’s head snapped back toward him in disbelief.
"N-No way. That can’t be true. You must have—back on the human continent, you must have—"
He shook his head, still smiling.
"How could I have had ti for that? I was too busy hunting nobles, hunting criminals."
"The closest I ca was having a drink at a brothel while girls approached ."
"But other than that?"
He shrugged, the movent making his cock shift inside her, making her gasp.
"I’ve had no ti for won. No ti at all."
The words hit Luna like a wave, like a flood, like drowning and being born all at once.
’His first. His first in this world. His first since coming here.’
’His first, his first, his first...’
Her eyes glowed. Her face flushed crimson. Her heart raced so fast she thought it might burst from her chest.
She knew that Luca wasn’t a virgin, that he had experience before, in his world, in his ti.
But here, in her world, in her village, in her bed—he was new. He was fresh. He was hers to discover.
It was like she was taking his virginity while he took hers.
It was the most romantic thing she had ever heard.
And suddenly, desperately, she needed to show him.
Needed to show him how happy he made her, how much this ant, how she would spend the rest of her life trying to make him as happy as he’d just made her.
So, with a cry of joy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, holding him there.
"Move faster, Luca!" She begged, her voice thick with need. "Shove it deeper! Fuck deeper!"
Concern flickered across his face.
"Luna, are you sure? I think I should go slow, at least until—"
"Please."
She shook her head, cutting him off.
"Please, Luca. Do whatever you want. Fuck as hard as you want."
"I-I just want to make you feel good right now. I don’t care if my pussy is left hanging after this."
"So, whatever you want to do to —do it!"
Sothing ignited in his eyes. A fire. A hunger he’d been holding back, leashing tight for her sake.
But now? With her permission, her begging, her complete surrender?
"Alright, Luna." His voice was rough, dark, hungry. "You asked for it."
He pulled his cock back—all the way back, until only the tip remained inside her, stretching her entrance.
Pull!
Luna gasped at the sudden emptiness, at the anticipation of what was coming.
And then he slamd back in.
Smack!
Full speed. Full force. All the way to the hilt in one brutal, glorious thrust.
"AHHHHHHH!♡~"
Luna scread—a raw, broken sound that was pure pleasure.
Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing, her nails raking down his shoulders as his cock speared through her like a weapon, like a gift, like sothing holy and profane all at once.
He was so deep, deeper than before, deeper than she’d thought possible.
He was rearranging her insides, claiming territory no one had ever reached.
"Wa-Wait, Luca—! Stop—! Not so hard! Please!"
Luna suddenly begged, unable to handle the intensity
But Luca didn’t slow down. Didn’t gentle.
Instead, he looked down at her, at her shimring eyes and open mouth, and he chuckled.
"Co on, Luna." His voice was teasing, dark, dominant. "You can’t say things that fire up and then fall apart from one thrust."
"We’re just getting started after all."
And then he fucked her.
No more slow strokes. No more gentle movents.
He took her the way he’d wanted to from the beginning—hard, fast, deep, claiming.
"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Bang!♡~ Slap!♡~"
Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, drove thought from her mind, left nothing but sensation and sound.
He fucked her like a beast, like a man possessed, like she was the only thing in any world that mattered.
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