Chapter 156 - 155: Where Pain Turns to Pleasure

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Chapter 156: Chapter 155: Where Pain Turns to Pleasure Lumberling climbed atop her, eyes dark with hunger. He kissed down the curve of her breast, circling her nipple with the flat of his tongue while his left hand resumed its teasing, pinching, rolling, coaxing whimpers from her mouth. "A-ah..." Aurelya cried softly, her thighs rubbing together beneath him, the heat between her legs steadily growing. Then his hand trailed lower, leaving her breast to trace the gentle dip of her navel, following the curve of her stomach until he reached the edge of her panties. The white lace was soaked through, clinging transparently to her mound, revealing the contour of her slit beneath. He groaned quietly at the sight. With practiced slowness, his fingers traced the outline of her womanhood, just skimming over the damp cloth. She shuddered under the featherlight touch. "Ahh..." she gasped, hips twitching slightly. Her voice was a breathy melody, soft and high-pitched. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, parting her folds. He traced the slick seam of her slit with aching patience, collecting her wetness before circling upward toward her swollen bud. She clutched the sheets. "Mmm...!" While his fingers teased her below, his mouth never stopped lavishing her chest, sucking her nipple with slow, wet pulls. The mix of sensations left her overwhelmed. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her cries, but it only added to her helpless charm. Then he pressed a finger inside her. Her eyes flew wide, a loud moan spilling out before she slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning. He moved with patience, letting her adjust, feeling the heat and tightness of her around him. Then a second finger joined the first, and she whimpered again, her insides clenching, body arching instinctively to meet the rhythm of his touch. The wet, lewd sound of his fingers moving inside her filled the room, matched only by her labored breathing. He lifted his head, finally breaking away from her breast, and looked down at her. She was breathtaking, splayed out beneath him, flushed from head to toe, her skin glowing under the dim light. Her breasts heaved with every breath, her waist slim, her thighs parted in helpless invitation. She moved her arms to cover herself, one hand over her breast, the other over the soaked patch of her panties. But even then, she couldn’t hide from his gaze. "You’re beautiful," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. Her blush deepened impossibly, eyes flicking away. "Be gentle..." she murmured. His smile softened, and he leaned down to kiss her, slow, tender, reverent. "I will." He rose, peeling away his shirt to reveal the sculpted muscle beneath. There was something in the way he looked at her that made him feel more man than warrior. Then, he slid his pants down. Her eyes widened when she saw his length, thick, long, heavy with need. A flicker of panic crossed her face. "You... you’re too big..." she blurted without thinking, voice hushed but genuine. He let out a low, amused laugh. "I am." "It... it won’t fit," she whispered, her thighs pressing together, uncertainty creeping into her voice. He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her lips. "It will. Trust me." And then he settled himself between her thighs. Lumberling guided himself between her thighs, the head of his length sliding along her slit, gathering the slick warmth of her arousal. Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening on the sheets as she felt him rubbing against her, slow, deliberate, teasing. Every pass made her hips twitch, her body instinctively reaching for more. Then he looked at her. Their eyes locked, his, blue with restraint and desire; hers, golden and wide, flickering with a mix of nervousness and aching need. "Breathe," he murmured. "Just feel me." He pressed forward. Aurelya gasped, her voice a soft, tremulous moan as he began to enter her, inch by careful inch. Her walls stretched around him, warm and impossibly tight. The sensation stole his breath. He stilled, letting her adjust, the heat of her wrapped around him like a silken vise. It was too much. Too soft. Too tight. Too perfect. His pulse roared in his ears as he fought to keep his control. No one... no one’s ever felt like this. "Ahh..." she whimpered, her legs tensing around him. "It... hurts." He paused instantly, leaning down, brushing her hair back from her face. Her eyes shimmered with tears, her lip caught between her teeth. "Look at me," he whispered against the tip of her ear. She turned to him slowly, blinking up with tear-bright eyes. "It’ll pass. I promise." He kissed her, gentle and slow, mouth lingering to steal her breath, to distract her with something tender as the pressure eased. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping their fullness, thumbing her stiffening peaks. She gasped into his kiss. The new sensations tangled with the pain and dulled its edge, turned it to heat. Her body responded before her mind caught up, hips tilting, legs parting more. He moved again, just a little deeper, and her voice escaped in soft cries. "Ah... ah... mm..." Her soft body, her erotic voice, her tight inside, it all aroused him even more. Lumberling could feel it: the change. Her body, hesitant at first, was now starting to welcome him. Her slickness increased, her warmth grew deeper, and the grip of her walls no longer resisted but clung to him with desperate hunger. He began to move, slow, deep strokes, hips rocking with practiced control. Her moans rose with each movement, soft and helpless, laced with something new: pleasure blooming where pain had been. "You feel..." he gritted out, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, "like fire and honey." She blushed deeply, trembling beneath him, her voice cracking with each breath. "Y-you’re... inside me..." He leaned down and kissed her again, swallowing the last of her shyness. His rhythm deepened, but he held back, savoring every second of her, every gasp and moan she gave him freely now. Their bodies moved in tandem, him slow and deliberate, her clinging and breathless, until the room echoed with the soft thud of skin, the rustle of sheets, and the quiet, breaking sounds of two people giving in.

Chapter 156 - 155: Where Pain Turns to Pleasure

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