A Craving Heart
“First time since that wild round at Marin's place.”
Marin stripped off her clothes without a hint of embarrassment.
She already understood the concept of sex now—what the act itself meant.
Probably from the vast ocean of information pouring across the internet, from the electronic records being documented in real time.
In fact, she'd mentioned learning about it through online communities the first time we slept together.
“Solis, want to do it?”
Marin lying on the bed was as beautiful as a statue a god had painstakingly sculpted before breathing life into it.
Slender arms and legs that looked like they'd snap if you squeezed too hard.
A petite frame that could have fit neatly inside a display case.
Within that tiny body, a cinched waist and graceful curves stood out in sharp relief.
A sensual figure with softly rising breasts and jutting hips—more than enough to stir any man's heart.
That alone kept me rock hard without pause.
“I'm ready.”
“They say it's safer to put it inside a woman when she's wet.”
She spread her outer lips apart with her fingers, baring her pussy plainly for me to see.
The inside of her quivered open like a breathing hole, sticky, transparent threads clinging to her pale pink folds.
Watching her soaked like that, I couldn't hold back any longer.
When she was earnestly appealing that she was ready to receive me, hesitating would have been rude.
I pulled down my pants and freed the cock that had been coiled up inside them.
“It's big.”
Marin offered that brief review upon seeing my member.
Even though she'd seen plenty of it during our night together, she poked at it curiously with her fingertip as if it were something new.
“Other guys are way smaller than this.”
“Other guys? You've seen some?”
“On the forums. Some people post pictures like that sometimes. I looked them up too.”
“You looked them up?”
“Yeah. The scenes of old women with young men were striking.”
The internet had really ruined one human being.
I hadn't known because she'd barely touched her phone while she was with me, but apparently she was diving into the online world far more passionately than I'd imagined.
“I made a friend too. They taught me all kinds of things.”
“An internet friend. I can't say I recommend that.”
I'd lived my whole life on the one-and-only path of the community, and that place was not normal.
Not a single quiet day, ever.
I'd log on first thing in the morning to find the gallery blazing like an inferno, guests already arriving—someone had shoveled in firewood at random again.
Disgust and mockery were the bare minimum, and people traded keyboard battles around the clock.
Still, the reactions were entertaining, so when I got bored I'd post on the community myself and interact.
When I unleashed my collection—the so-called cursed images saved on my computer—the fervent cheers people showed gave a real sense of accomplishment to whoever worked hard to post them.
Watching them scream in pain while brandishing their user flair—should I say all those dozens of banned accounts of mine weren't wasted effort?
Anyway, the community was a place overflowing with the abnormal.
A space where everyone ran wild, because nobody needed manners.
And she'd made a friend there.
It worried me deeply.
“They're a good person. They showed me lots of example pictures, along with things I didn't know and the concept of sex.”
“Cut them off right now. From where I'm standing, that creep is definitely messing around trying to get close to you.”
“It's fine. They said they're rooting for the two of us. Told us to do well together.”
Marin gave a thumbs-up, deadpan.
The ultimate gesture for no problem here.
A gesture that, to me watching, only made the worry worse.
“More importantly, are we doing this or not? Should we call it off today?”
“You don't have to beg. I'll put it in right now.”
Just as there's a saying that a drawn sword must cut something, a cock pulled out is destined for a pussy—that's just common sense.
Into Marin's pussy, its entrance spread wide open, I thrust my cock in without hesitation.
Squelch!
It slid in far more smoothly than I expected.
There was some resistance around the head going in, but considering the difference in our builds, it was easy going.
She hadn't been exaggerating about rocking her hips until day and night changed while I slept.
“Ugh, it hurts.”
Still, pain was pain—Marin frowned.
A rare, natural shift in expression from her.
“You're not overdoing it, are you? If it's too much, we can rest a bit first.”
“I'm fine. It hurts less than the first time.”
Marin slid a hand up over our joined bodies.
As if saying she wanted to feel more, she kept caressing the place where we were connected.
“It was much harder at home. It hurt so much I almost screamed.”
“It was that bad?”
“Yeah. I bled a lot too. The flesh kept tearing every time you went in, so I had to keep wiping it with tissues.”
“Seriously?”
That stung a little.
Sex was supposed to be something two people did to be happy together—if one side was in pain and struggling, nothing ached quite like that.
If I hadn't fallen asleep back then, I would have cared for her as tenderly as I could, making sure she didn't get hurt.
All I could feel was regret that I hadn't.
A stray thought flashed through my head—Wow, virgin blood! Too bad I missed it!, the kind of troll comment I'd have posted myself—but it didn't suit the mood, so I swallowed it back down my throat.
“You went through a lot.”
“Yeah, it was rough. But the harder it got, the more I thought I had to try even harder.”
“Why?”
“Because you like me, Solis. Obviously.”
Marin quietly rose up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
Her voice, whispering right against my ear, was sweet as honey.
That does it.
I couldn't take any more.
“Marin.”
I pulled her waist tightly against me.
She matched my movement, hooking her arms around my back.
“Solis, you can do whatever you want. Don't worry about me.”
“You'll be okay?”
“Yeah, I'm used to the pain. But promise me one thing.”
“A promise?”
“Hold me whenever I want. Preciously. Nice and tight.”
At words so honeyed my ears were burning red, I swallowed without meaning to.
God, that's hot.
Had Marin always been this captivating a woman?
I knew she was beautiful enough to draw every eye in a crowd, but that was only ever about her looks.
Her behavior was more like an erratic rubber ball—quirky, bouncy, impossible to predict.
But the woman before me now was like a fox born to ensnare people.
Her whisper was more than enough to snap the last fraying thread of reason I'd been desperately holding onto.
“Then let's begin.”
My voice came out low, almost a whisper—but the act itself was more ferocious than it had ever been.
Creak, creak!
Once, twice—I rocked my hips like I was taking measurements.
Checking the depth of her hole, how far the tip of my cock could reach.
And then—
Thrust!
“Ugh!”
I drove in with everything I had.
A low moan spilled from between Marin's lips.
Slam!
The sound of my cock striking her cervix rang in my ears.
Just as she'd asked, I unleashed my desire freely, exactly the way I wanted.
Slap slap slap!
Plap plap!
The wet sounds rising from her well-soaked pussy, the friction of flesh slapping against flesh.
The two noises wove together and filled the room.
“Ugh, agh. It hurts.”
Marin let out her moans with a blank, listless face.
The expression of someone who couldn't feel a thing.
It was like thrusting into a mannequin.
Like playing an ASMR radio in the background to manufacture a convincing atmosphere.
It would have felt exactly like that—if not for the heat wrapping around my cock and the soft skin pressed against my chest.
“But it feels good.”
“Go harder for me.”
Our eyes met.
She looked straight at me as she said it.
Marin knew full well that compared to other people, she showed little emotion and was slow to feel.
“I'm asking you.”
“I'll do my best.”
And so, without stopping, she kept talking.
Pleading ceaselessly to the man inside her, the man our bodies were joined to.
“Keep going just like this.”
“Don't let go of me.”
Those earnest whispers.
Those low-spoken words that somehow sounded desperate.
Squeeze!
“Aah.”
I pulled her into my arms even harder.
Desperately, her small, fragile body that felt like it might break.
“Hold me. Come inside me.”
A woman's heartfelt plea deserved to be granted.
Like an athlete sprinting through the final stretch before the finish line, I picked up speed.
Slap slap slap slap!
Thud, thud
I rammed the monstrous cock that hadn't even fully hilted in and out of her mercilessly, over and over.
Marin's hips bucked upward and the bed supporting her back heaved.
Creak creak creak!
“Hah, ugh!”
The sound of churning through her insides like splashing through water.
Moans flowed out of Marin's mouth.
In time with that natural voice of hers, I spat out everything pooled inside me into her depths.
Pulse, pulse!
“Hnnnngh!”
Marin's whole body shuddered as if she'd been struck by lightning.
Pop!
When I caught my breath and pulled my cock out of her pussy, air bubbles burst with a soft sound.
White fluid soaked into the sheets, leaving its stains behind—
“Solis, how was it?”
Marin blinked up at me and asked.
To her question, I confessed my honest feelings.
“Best I've ever had.”
And just as Marin had done earlier, I gave a thumbs-up to express how I felt.
“Thank you.”
Marin thanked me in return.
Words that made a corner of my chest twinge.
Frankly, the one who should be groveling in apology was me.
A strange wave of guilt washed over me at her tender gratitude, but—
“It was nothing.”
I smothered that guilt by gazing at her naked body bathed in the moonlight.
