Chapter 647: Ascending To Heaven

"I know." Sol rolled his hips the smallest possible fraction... just enough to grind the root of his cock against her stretched outer lips and send a fresh ripple through the tight walls gripping him. The tiny movement drew a sharp, broken inhale from her. "But, the worst is already over, see your body has already accepted me. Now it will only feel better and better."

He stayed buried inside her a while longer after that, letting her body continue its slow, reluctant accommodation, letting the initial burn of being opened for the first time soften into something that could eventually turn into pleasure.

Every small tremor that ran through her, every faint flutter of her inner muscles, every quiet, unsteady breath against his lips fed the dark satisfaction he was feeling right now.

The proud, untouchable Layer 4 Warchief of the Veynar was impaled on his cock in the middle of her own private sanctuary, stretched open around him for the first time in her life, and she was no longer trying to escape the reality of it.

Sol pressed another slow, deep kiss to her swollen mouth, tasting the residual shock and the first reluctant threads of something hotter underneath, and began to prepare her for the next stage of the lesson... the part where stillness would finally give way to movement.

The moon continued its silver watch above the willows.

And inside the tight, wet, newly claimed heat of Veylara’s virgin pussy, the real education of the Warchief had only just crossed its most irreversible threshold.

...

But it was still not enough to make the next part easy.

When he finally began to move, he did it with deliberate care.

He pulled his hips back only a short distance at first, just enough that a few thick inches of his cock slid free of her clinging heat. The sensation of her tightly gripping inner walls dragging along his cock in reverse was incredibly intense.

But even that small withdrawal made Veylara squirm hard in his arms, and a pained sound caught in her throat against his mouth. Her inner muscles clenched down in pure reflex, trying to stop the retreat.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders again. Her thighs tensed. The soft walls of her pussy clenching down in instinctive protest at the shift.

Sol felt every inch of that resistance, every flutter and spasm of the virgin pussy that had never been opened like this before, and still he did not stop.

He pushed back in with the same slow, steady control, burying himself to the root once more. The tight, wet heat of her closed around him again in a silken rush that punched a low groan out of his chest.

Every ridge and fold of her virgin channel dragged along his cock with a friction so concentrated it bordered on overwhelming.

She was still so tight that even this limited motion felt like he was forcing his way through living silk that did not want to yield and yet could not stop itself from coating him in fresh slickness.

Veylara squirmed again at the inward stroke, hips twitching as if part of her still wanted to pull away from the unfamiliar fullness.

A broken half gasp, left her as she broke the kiss, but was quickly muffled when he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck.

He held her firmly through it, one hand locked at the small of her back to keep their hips sealed, the other gripping the strong curve of her ass so she could not rise off him.

Even though she squirmed around a lot, there was no way in hell he was going to slow down or stop now.

The thought alone felt dangerous. If he dared to stop, he was certain his cock would simply give up and burst open from the pressure.

The heat, the tightness, the way her body kept trying to squeeze him out and pull him deeper at the same time... it was too much. Stopping was not even an option.

So despite the clear pained reaction in the way she tensed and squirmed, he continued.

And slowly moved around.

The pleasure of even those first small movements was already too much.

Her inner walls wrapped around him with a soft, intense heat that made every fraction of motion feel magnified. The slightest drag of her flesh along his cock sent thick pulses of sensation rolling up his spine.

It was so intense, so concentrated, that it felt less like physical sensation and more like something sacred. His mind blanked for a moment. The world outside the two of them simply ceased to exist.

He felt as if he had ascended... stepped clean out of the physical world and into some private, weightless heaven. A place where nothing else existed. No reailty. No pain. No thought of stopping. Only this soft, relentless, all-consuming pleasure that wrapped around him and refused to let go.

Every tiny movement of his cock inside her tight heat only deepened it, wrapping around him like warm silk, flooding him with a warm, overwhelming intensity that made his breath catch, his mind go blank and pulling him further into that weightless, perfect state where thought itself dissolved and only pure sensation remained.

So despite the intense pleasure, he set a careful rhythm.

Short, steady strokes. Out just far enough that the thick head of his cock nearly kissed the stretched ring of her entrance, then back in to the hilt in one smooth push.

He kept the motion controlled, measured, refusing to rush even as every nerve in his body begged him to.

Each withdrawal dragged a fresh rush of her wetness along his length, coating him more thoroughly with every pass. The slick heat clung to him, making the next thrust even smoother and somehow more intense.

Each inward thrust forced her soft walls to part and then cling all over again. The friction was the only thing, constant and searing.

Her body was still adjusting to his size, still reacting with those small, involuntary spasms that squeezed him harder every time he moved, and the result was a pleasure so pure and focused it felt almost impossible to endure for long.