Chapter 759: It… it hurts…

Zephyra listened to his confident, enticing words, feeling the warm, hypnotic rhythm of his breathing against her skin. Her breathing slowly going shallow.

She remembered how terrified she had been the first time of his massive size, only for him to give her the most mind-shattering pleasure of her life.

She swallowed hard, her hesitation wavering beneath his gentle touches. Maybe this would be the same. Maybe the fear was just unfamiliarity. Anyways they had already used it once, and it felt good too, so there no harm in trying again.

After a long moment of internal debate, she offered a faint, reluctant nod against the furs.

Seeing her yield, a wave of dark, triumphant excitement spread through Sol’s chest. The minor pang of guilt he felt for downplaying the initial discomfort vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of raw, uninhibited lust.

Without taking another second to hesitate, Sol arched his back slightly, aligned his thick long cock with her tight asshole, and pushed forward with full force, intending to drive his length all the way in one smooth thrust the way he always did with her pussy.

THUD!

But compared to last time, her asshole was nowhere near as yielding.

The tight ring stretched, resisted, then suddenly gave way with a hot, sudden pop. His thick head pushed only halfway into her tight hot canal before coming to a complete, violent halt against the tight ring of ass muscle.

The rest of cock remained outside, trapped by the brutal clamp of muscle that had never been opened before.

He tried to force in, but the tight asshole refused to yield to brute strength.

There was a second of stunned silence. He didn’t know expect this situation. Last time he was able to push in all they way smoothly, but now, only after halfway in, he couldn’t push in.

Then Zephyra’s brain also caught up with the invasion.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

An ear-splitting, breathless scream of pure pain tore from Zephyra’s throat... the loudest he had ever heard from her.

She buried her face in the furs an instant later, muffling the rest into a series of broken, continuous cries. Her hands clutching wildly at the fur as her entire body convulsed from the sudden, sharp invasion.

Her internal sphincter went into a violent, instinctive panic, clamping down around half of his cock that was inside so tightly that Sol’s vision flashed white.

GRIP!

Sol grimaced, a sharp intake of air escaping his teeth. "Fuck—"

The sheer pressure of her clamped muscle felt as though it was going to snap his cock in half.

He immediately tried to pull back, but his cock seemed to be completely jammed in her tight asshole; no matter how much he pulled or shifted, her body refused to let go, her defensive clenching only tightening with every movement, dragging another pained, muffled sob out of her.

"Aghhh!" Sol grunted, quickly abandoning any thought of forcing the movement.

He didn’t know why and what was even happening right now. Last time he fucked her asshole he just pushed in without warning but now even with all this prep, it won’t go.

They were stuck... his cock buried halfway, locked inside the hottest, tightest grip he had ever felt, and neither of them could move.

Seem like taking it slow was the Wrong choice, I shouldn’t have told her, now unlike last time she is conscious of every single movement and her body is also reacting differently.

Seeing Zephyra still screaming from pain, he immediately lowered his chest flat onto her back, wrapping his broad arms securely around her shoulders, pinning her gently against the bed.

He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, patting her back with steady, reassuring caresses.

"Zeph! Zephyra, hey... relax, relax," Sol coaxed urgently, his voice dropping into a soft, soothing murmur. "Breathe, Zeph. I’ve stopped moving. Just take a deep breath and let your body settle. It’s okay. Remember nothing happened last time, this time it will be also okay, it’s just you are too tense, just relax."

Zephyra lay buried in the furs, her body trembling hard, her breath coming in short, hiccupping gasps as tears of pain leaked from her closed eyes.

For several long minutes, Sol remained motionless over her, showering her nape with soft, gentle kisses, speaking sweet, quiet reassurances into her ear until the initial, searing shock slowly subsided into a dull, intense fullness.

Slowly, Zephyra lifted her face from the pelts. Her breathing was still ragged, interrupted by faint, furious hiccups as she turned her head to glare at him with flushed, tear-stained cheeks.

"It... it hurts..."

"You... you absolute brute!" Zephyra roared furiously, her hoarse voice trembling. "And whose fault is this?! I told you... I told you it would not fit, but you had to go and force it! Last time doesn’t count as it was too fast and dreamy, but this time situation is different, that’s why I told you it won’t work again. But you didn’t listen."

Sol offered her a helpless, disarming smile, kissing the tip of her nose softly. "Alright, alright, I know. My fault. I got too excited and rushed it. Don’t be angry. I’m sorry. I pushed too hard. Just breathe. "

He kept murmuring quiet, steady nonsense against her body until the trembling in her shoulders slowed. Her asshole still gripped tightl , but the violent spasms had faded into a constant, painful tightness.

The heat inside her was incredible... scorching, silky, and so narrow it felt like his cock was being slowly melted.

"Take it out!" she demanded, her muscles still locked tight around his cock. "Take it out right now!"

Sol chuckled dryly, shifting his hips slightly to demonstrate the problem. "I would if I could, my dear Shaman. But your body is holding onto my cock tightly. If I try to yank it out while you’re clenched this tight, it’s going to hurt both of us even more. You have to stop squeezing first."

Zephyra went quiet, realizing he was right. She was too tense this time, which caused her body to overreact.

She tried to consciously relax her lower muscles, but her body’s natural defense mechanism refused to cooperate, maintaining its tight, reactive grip around his intruding width.

Every time the ring loosened even a fraction, the unfamiliar stretch sent another flare of pain through her and the muscle clamped down again automatically.

Seeing her struggle, Sol leaned down, kissing the side of her jaw before offering a gentle suggestion. "Staying jammed halfway like this is definitely not an option. Since we can’t pull it out while you’re this tense... there’s only one logical way out of this."

Zephyra eyed him suspiciously. "What way?"

"We take it slow, I will push the rest of the way in. Once I’m all the way inside, let your body adjust to the full size, and then once you’re relaxed, we can slide it out easily. We anyway it’s not like I have filled this hole, your body just need to stop being overly tense and everything will be okay," Sol explained smoothly.

Zephyra’s eyes widened in horror. "Are you mad?! Push it all the way in?! It is already hurting like fire halfway through! It’s already too much. It won’t go any further. It will tear me apart if you push further!"