Pain... Surprising pain everywhere.
It blood bright and fierce, mixing with the throbbing heat until my vision blurred at the edges, but I kept pushing, determined and desperate—until the head reached a dead end and stopped.
It had gone so far already, and it was still too painful.
Which was strange, because when he fucked the other fairies, it went all the way!
So I must go all the way, even if it kills . I don’t want to be left out!
Later on, it really stopped going forward, for so reason.
It’s like sothing was stopping it from going. A dead end? So, was it my cervix, then?
I guess this is as far as I—
"S-Sorry, Clay! Your pussy feels too good!"
Was what I heard from Benjamin before he grabbed my arms and shot up all the remaining cock inside .
The sudden thrust broke through, the head forcing past the tight ring of my cervix in one brutal surge, lodging deep in my womb.
Pain exploded white-hot through my core, sharp and tearing sensation that made my whole body seize, but pleasure followed instantly, overwhelming and blinding.
My walls spasd around him, clenching hard on the invading cock, rippling in frantic waves that milked every inch.
I started speaking that language Roselyn spoke a while back—pure gibberish—high, broken sounds pouring from my mouth as my head fell back and my eyes rolled.
My body felt pain, heat, intense pleasure at the sa ti—walls fluttering wildly around him, cervix stretched impossibly around the head buried in my womb, every tiny movent sending shocks through my entire fra.
Wetness flooded out in endless pulses—hot, clear fluid squirting around his base and running down his balls in thick streams.
But... Wh... Where did his cock go? It didn’t pass through my poor cervix, did it?
It’s not lodged into my womb, is it?!
Ah, but being fucked in front of my goddess? How shaless!
Benjamin looked at the red glow that seeped from my pussy, the soft crimson stain pulsing faintly where we joined, mixing with my love fluid and his earlier release—then he smiled.
"Clay, you’re really strong, you know."
Eh?
Where did that co from? Why did he say tha—nngghh!!
Ahn! He started moving so suddenly!
I held his shoulder for support as he slowly pushed the dick inside . My small hands gripped his shoulders tightly, my fingers digging into firm muscle beneath fair skin, nails leaving faint crescent marks that faded almost instantly.
I felt every milliter of progress: sliding forward with burning stretch that radiated deep into my core.
My stomach bulged outward visibly, soft skin rising in a small, rounded swell where the thick penis pressed upward from inside, the outline faint but unmistakable under the thin layer of my abdon.
The fullness was overwhelming, my walls parting reluctantly around him, clinging to every vein and ridge as he inched deeper.
Then he’d retract it back, slow withdrawal that dragged along my inner folds, leaving a hollow ache in its wake.
I could feel it lodged on sothing inside —blunt resistance at my cervix, the head nudging that inner barrier without breaking through yet.
My pussy fluttered around the retreating dick—desperate contractions trying to keep him inside—before he slowly took it in again till my stomach bulged once more.
The cycle continued like that for so minutes—gentle rocking, careful thrusts that never rushed, each push stretching a fraction more, each pull leaving empty and aching for the return.
This ti around, every eye was watching .
Titania hovered near the shattered wall, her tiny fra glowing faintly pink, violet eyes wide with a mix of surprise and sothing unreadable.
Tesa and Tera flanked her—identical silver-haired attendants with emotionless faces, but their wings beat slower than usual, silver gazes fixed on where Benjamin and I joined.
Roselyn leaned against the splintered wood—still naked, dark skin marked with drying cum and sweat, golden eyes half-lidded but alert.
Claire lay sprawled nearby—her violet hair matted, small smile playing on her swollen lips as she watched us.
My small voice moaned with every penetration—high, breathy sounds that escaped despite my efforts to stay quiet.
Each downward slide drew a soft whimper from my throat; each withdrawal pulled a needy gasp.
My thighs trembled around his hips—muscles quivering from the effort of holding myself open, wetness leaking steadily down my inner thighs in warm trails that dripped onto his legs.
Then he started going faster, and faster, till my pussy beca a re object.
Using my small waist as a handle—fingers wrapping almost completely around it—he fucked like I was a lifeless doll.
His hips snapped upward in sharp, powerful thrusts—each one driving deep enough to make my stomach bulge visibly again, the outline of his cock pressing outward against my skin in rhythmic pulses.
The speed turned relentless—wet slaps filling the room, my pussy stretched wide and slick, walls fluttering helplessly around the invading cock.
I felt my stomach was going to burst open—pressure building inside, every thrust battering my cervix until stars burst behind my eyelids.
But I also wanted him to keep going forever—wanted the burn, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely claid.
He kept at it for almost forty minutes—long, unbroken minutes where ti blurred into nothing but the rhythm of his hips and the wet sounds of our bodies eting.
Sweat poured down my back in hot rivers, soaking the sheets beneath us.
My moans turned into continuous cries—voice cracking higher with every plunge—while my small breasts bounced wildly, nipples stiff and aching in the open air.
Before he pushed it all in one final ti and gripped my lips with his tightly.
His mouth crashed against mine—lips parting wide, tongue thrusting deep in a ssy, desperate kiss that swallowed my cries.
I tasted a little blood and heat and him—tongue curling around mine, stroking the roof of my mouth, drawing out muffled whimpers that vibrated between us.
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