Secrets of the Azure Sea - Chapter 28
Floria gulped, her throat dry as she swallowed nervously.
It was likely between his legs—Zanarf’s manh0od, his p3n*s. Freed from his trousers, it stood er3ct like a thick sword, jutting intimidatingly toward the sky. Its length and g1rth were undoubtedly extraordinary. Along the sh*ft, purplish-red v3ins ran, giving it an almost ominous appearance. But what stood out most was the obscene shape of the t1p—swollen, glistening, and flared like the head of a snake, exuding a strange, unsettling allure.
Zanarf’s sharp gaze fell on her, and Floria instinctively held her breath.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and probing. “Are you staring so intently because you’re comparing it to Franz’s?”
Caught off guard, Floria’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Before she could respond, Zanarf moved closer, his presence overwhelming. He firmly parted her thighs, his actions deliberate but not unkind.
“If that’s the case,” he said, his tone steady, “then why don’t you find out for yourself which one pl3ases you more?”
Floria’s breath hitched as Zanarf guided himself toward her. She felt the heat of him pressing against her entra*nce, and her body tensed instinctively.
“Ah… no, I can’t… it’s too much…” she stammered, her voice trembling.
The massive l3ngth began to push ins1de her. Her entr@nce burned as if scorched, and she felt as though it might tear apart.
Zanarf paused, his expression softening slightly. “Relax,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’ll be easier if you are not so tense.”
Despite his words, Floria couldn’t help but tense as he pushed forward. A sharp pain shot through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry. Zanarf remained steady, his brow furrowing as he noticed her discomfort.
“You’re too tight,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. He adjusted his position, his movements slower and more careful now.
“──Nngh!”
Floria clenched her teeth, a muffled m0an escaping her lips. The overwhelming sensation left her speechless.
Zanarf shifted to his knees, spr3ading his legs wider to adjust his position. With a firm thr*ust, he pushed forward, and a w3t sound echoed as her 3ntrance began to take him in.
“Ah…! No… stop… ngh…” she gasped, her voice breaking.
As the t1p entered, a slick, squelching sound followed, and the long sh*ft began to bury itself deeper inside her. It felt as though she were being impaled, the sensation both overwhelming and inescapable.
“Hah… relax…” Zanarf growled, his voice strained but commanding.
Zanarf let out a heated breath, closing his eyes for a moment as if lost in the sensation. Seeing his expression, Floria couldn’t help but wonder:
Is he feeling good?
She didn’t know why, but something about his expression stirred a deep, sweet ache in her heart. She didn’t know any special remedies or healing methods like Kyrie did, but she wanted to comfort him in her own way. Reaching out, she gently pulled Zanarf’s head closer, pressing her lips to his in a soft, warm kiss.
The moment their lips touched, Zanarf’s eyes flew open.
“—Ria… ah, Floria,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “With that cute face and small chest, who is it that you’re thinking of…?”
Bracing his hands on the sheets, Zanarf pulled his hips back slightly—only to thr*ust forward again in one swift motion, bury1ng his fully er3ct sha*ft deep inside her.
“Ah…!”
Floria gasped, a sharp, searing pain shooting through her. It felt as though something inside her had snapped, and the burning sensation spread, leaving her trembling. The overwhelming heat and weight of him pulsed within her, sending shivers down her spine.
His sh1ft, bur1ed deep within her, radiated more heat than her own body.
“——Ria… could it be… is this your first time?”