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Leon seemed on the verge of madness, quite literally.
It was due to the woman beneath him, looking up at him with a fearful gaze, her breaths coming in uneven gasps. Her eyes, fixed upon his groin, seemed to express disbelief at the sight of his member resting against her nether regions, causing Leon to feel an even deeper ache within.
“Damn it,” he muttered, suppressing the profanity that threatened to escape his lips. His throbbing desire was pressing insistently against the entrance, as if it were about to burst forth at any moment. Though only the tip grazed against her, the sanctum of the saint enveloped his endowment tenderly. As his flesh made contact with her moist, velvety folds, Leon couldn’t help but feel a dizzying sensation he hadn’t experienced in ages.
His member, swollen with longing, released droplets of fluid in a steady rhythm, its engorged state resembling a restless creature, leaking saliva-like secretions.
Just this touch alone was overwhelming. One could hardly fathom how incredible it would be to penetrate within. Leon yearned to thrust into her roughly, relentlessly, without any restraint, and to ravish her without hesitation. After all, wasn’t it the saint who implored him to enter her eagerly?
As Leon attempted to push himself inside, desperately restraining his urges, he looked once again at her. Something seemed amiss.
“Are you truly the infamous saint they speak of?” he wondered aloud.
From the moment their lips met, he sensed something peculiar. She was a woman who engaged in relations with dozens of men every night, so he naturally believed her to be skilled. However, instead of displaying proficiency, her eyes widened in surprise, as if taken aback when their tongues intertwined. And since then, she had been reduced to a motionless statue, incapable of responding to his kisses.
Leon was familiar with such reactions. The saint, behaving like a woman who had never experienced such encounters, seemed more like someone desperately seeking to embrace a man. No, it wasn’t merely desire; there was a sense of urgency emanating from her.
He wondered if she had grown weary from excessive indulgence before and after her prayer meetings. To accommodate her requests, he had decided not to attach much significance to their intimate acts. However, when his hand firmly grasped her supple breasts, Leon couldn’t help but entertain the thought of enjoying himself.
Thus, despite her urging, he deliberately initiated their caresses slowly. As he mouthed her breasts, tormenting the nipples he could feel with the tip of his tongue, her quivering body pressed closer against him. He had no intention of holding back the thrust she yearned for. Widening his mouth, he filled it with her ivory bosom, voraciously devouring it. Applying force, he sucked it in greedily, causing her exquisite form to writhe beneath him.
Her flawlessly smooth, white skin resembled powdered sugar, hinting at a sweet taste. He felt he could spend an entire day lapping at it, savoring its delectable essence. Another thought crossed his mind: how much more delicious would the fluid flowing from within taste?
As he entertained that notion, his member throbbed with a pulsating ache. Leon lowered his hand to his groin, feeling the sensation of engorgement. It was already damp, as if soaked in a humid valley. He relaxed slightly upon this heightened stimulation, thinking how easily it became wet from such gentle provocation.
“I almost lost control,” he murmured, stifling a laugh at his own clumsiness. Yet, unlike his acting skills, her body responded eagerly. At this rate, it seemed there would be little resistance to inserting himself.
His hands, fumbling clumsily while attempting to remove their garments, slipped numerous times. Leon couldn’t help but chuckle at his own clumsy actions. How amusing it was to witness a boy on the cusp of his first experience, unable to contain his excitement.
“May I proceed now?” he asked, drawing her trembling head close to him. The saint, still panting heavily, nodded weakly.
“Yes, p-please… quickly…”
With approval, Leon no longer hesitated .
His fully engorged member, throbbing with prominent veins, hovered just above her navel. Grasping himself with one hand, he positioned his manhood against her entrance. And with a forceful push, the moist sound of penetration filled the air, driving him to the brink of desperation. The saint’s inner sanctum seemed to swallow him whole.
“Ah, gods!”
I opened my eyes wide, arching my back in pain.
“It… it hurts…”
My words caused Leon to pause momentarily. Could this be part of the act as well? However, the grip of his hand on the sheet beneath them turned white from the force exerted. How should he proceed? He whispered, attempting to calm her.
“The entirety hasn’t entered yet. Please, release a bit of tension.”
In response, the saint stuttered as she spoke.
“H-how… how can I…?”
“….”
What on earth must I say to explain? Leon hesitated, keeping his body close without pulling away, and bowed his upper body. Then, he covered the trembling lips of the maiden. Unlike before, his tongue entered her mouth slowly. He playfully nibbled on her lower lip, careful not to cause any pain, and lightly tapped the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
In response, the maiden’s tongue cautiously wrapped around his. Leon raised his hand and held onto her shoulders. His hand, which had been gently caressing her heavily tensed shoulders, gradually moved down. Then, he firmly grasped the maiden’s breasts, which had been soft and trembling beneath his touch.
Once again, it was a leisurely movement. He grasped her tightly as if about to crush her, then gently released his grip. Next, he pressed his entire palm against her breasts, kneading them in a circular motion. As Leon repeated these actions, the tension in the maiden’s body slowly dissipated. Then, as if completely accustomed to it, her body relaxed entirely.