Chapter 760: Buried Fully Inside

"It won’t," Sol promised gently, holding her gaze. "The reason it hurt was because I rushed it. This time, we will do it right. Didn’t we do it once successfully? This time will be okay too, we will lubricate it properly, take it bit by bit, and I won’t move an inch faster than you allow. Trust me."

"No, absolutely not." She replied, still afraid of earlier tearing pain.

"Then what do you suggest?" he asked quietly. "We stay like this until morning? I don’t mind, but what about you?"

Silence.

Zephyra’s forehead dropped back to the furs. She was trapped between pain, pride, and the simple truth that they could not remain locked together forever.

Zephyra stared at him, her chest rising and falling heavily. After a long, defeated moment she spoke again, her voice small and barely audible.

"Fine... fine! But if it hurts like before, I swear I will bite your arm off!"

Sol’s pulse jumped.

"Deal," Sol smirked.

"We’ll go slow," he promised. "Proper lubrication this time."

He lifted his right hand, placing his palm right beside her mouth. "Spit on it."

Zephyra blinked, slightly confused. "What?"

"Spit on my hand," Sol repeated patiently. "We need fresh, warm moisture to ease the friction."

She hesitated, then gathered a thick amount of saliva and spat directly into his open palm.

Sol immediately took the warm fluid and massaged it thoroughly around her tight, stretched ring, working the slickness into the tiny crevices where his thick cock met her skin.

While his hand worked the lubricant around her entrance, Sol used his other arm to hold her close.

He leaned over her back, resuming his gentle, distracting assault... kissing her nape, licking her shoulder, lightly nibbling her sensitive earlobes, and shifting his hips in microscopic, barely perceptible humps to let the fluid seep deeper into her passage.

Slowly, under the combined effect of his soothing touches and the fresh lubrication, the rigid tension in her rear muscles began to thaw.

Her body, recognizing that the initial violent thrust had stopped, slowly began to yield to the steady, warm pressure.

"That’s it," Sol whispered against her ear. "Just like that. You’re doing great, Zeph."

Holding her locked in his embrace, Sol began applying a slow, steady forward pressure with his hips.

SLIDE.

Millimeter by millimeter, his thick cock glided deeper into her tight, scalding rear canal.

The progress was agonizingly slow. Even with the extra spit the ring of muscle fought him, stretching wider than it was made for, the heat and pressure around the advancing cock almost unbearable.

Zephyra let out small, whimpering gasps, her fingers digging into the furs beneath her, but she no longer fought the intrusion; she simply endured it, trying to keep the muscle as soft as she could.

Slowly, the sharp pain was replaced by an immense, stretching fullness that expanded her inner passage.

Her resilient, essence-strengthened body slowly stretched to accommodate his massive girth.

Minutes felt like hours in the quiet, moonlit room as Sol patiently worked his way through her resistance.

Finally, with one last, smooth forward push, his pubic bone slammed flush against her bare, rounded buttocks.

THUD.

His entire cock was embedded to the very root inside her tight, hot ass hole.

Both of them let out a long, simultaneous gasp of relief.

Sol collapsed over her back, chest sealed to her shoulders, cock buried to the root in the hottest, tightest hole he had ever felt. "Ahhh..." he groaned, his eyes closing as the scorching, velvet tightness of her inner rear muscles enveloped his entire cock.

The heat inside her passage was feverish, compressing his cock with a firm, continuous pressure that surpassed even her pussy.

The sensation was simply overwhelming... scalding silk clenched around every ridge and vein, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

He didn’t dare move.

He simply stayed locked against her, letting her body grow used to the complete fullness.

Zephyra lay pinned beneath him, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering pulls as she concentrated entirely on adjusting to the staggering fullness inside her lower body.

The initial burning stretch had faded into a deep, heavy ache, still sharp but no longer unbearable.

Her mystical resilience and strong body were already beginning to adapt, the worst of the shock bleeding away with every slow breath.

Sol still didn’t move. He stayed completely still, allowing her body all the time it needed to normalize his presence.

For nearly ten minutes, they remained locked together in total silence, listening to the quiet night breeze outside. Slowly, the defensive spasms in her ass-cheeks died down, replaced by a smooth, elastic warmth that settled around his buried length.

Feeling her muscles relax, Sol lifted his head slightly. "How does it feel now?"

Zephyra exhaled a shaky breath, her voice low and hoarse. "It... it feels strange. So full... it feels like I am stretched to my absolute limit."

"Ready to try moving?" Sol asked softly.

Zephyra didn’t answer with words; she simply shifted her hips slightly, testing the feeling of his thick cock inside her.

Sol took that as his cue.

He gripped her hips with both hands, braced his knees against the bed, and slowly began to pull his cock backward.

SLRRRRRP.

The tight, ribbed walls of her rear passage dragged along every vein and ridge of his cock as he withdrew, creating an intense, friction-filled sensation that made Zephyra let out a sharp, breathless gasp and cry out again.. but the sound was different from the earlier scream.

He ignored the noise and continued the slow withdrawal until only the thick head remained inside the stretched ring then slowly pushed back in, driving his full length back to her root.

SLAP.

"AH!" Zephyra whimpered, her back arching slightly into his chest.

Sol repeated the stroke... slow, long, and agonizingly thorough.

With every inward and outward movement, the fresh lubricant worked deeper into her passage, easing the friction and transforming the intense stretching sensation into a strange, overwhelming wave of internal pressure.

SLAP. SLICK. SLAP. SLICK.

Slowly he also noticed the difference between her pussy and ass.

Where Zephyra’s pussy had been hot and slick and welcoming... soft walls that stretched and then hugged him in silky waves... her asshole was something else entirely.

It was tighter in a way that felt almost aggressive, a dense, living ring of muscle that never fully relaxed.

Even after it had accepted his full length, the passage stayed narrow, gripping every ridge and vein of his cock with a continuous, crushing pressure that her cunt had never managed.

The heat was different too: deeper, more concentrated, like being squeezed inside a living furnace that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

Every stroke dragged against that relentless tightness.

When he pulled back, the ring of muscle clung to him as if it refused to let go, dragging along the thick cock in a slow, burning friction that made his teeth clench.

When he thrust forward again the resistance was constant... no sudden give the way her pussy sometimes opened for him... just a steady, scorching sheath that forced him to work for every inch.

The sensation was also rawer and more primitive. It felt less like fucking and more like claiming something that still half-fought him even while it took him.