18.5 The Taming of the Shrew
"Chuu... slurp...."
A tongue slipped past their lightly brushing lips. Dina wanted to tangle hers naturally, but perhaps due to her lack of experience, her tongue muscles stiffened involuntarily, moving stiffly and clumsily. In contrast, Ian's tongue wrapped around hers, roaming every corner of her mouth, ravaging it. He nibbled her lips, tugged her tongue, gently tapped and coaxed the one frozen in embarrassment, soothing it tenderly. It made what she'd done to him before—provocatively pecking like a childish prank—seem utterly trivial by comparison.
This is... what real lovers do...
Like the deep, passionate exchanges he'd shared with Cheong-ah and Bella. He sucked firmly on her lower lip... smack.... Saliva leaked out, and he licked it up. Then his own filled her mouth again.... Every time their tongues entwined, her body heated up.
"Hng... hah...."
Her heart pounded wildly. Breathing felt impossible. She knew intellectually she could just use her nose, but her aroused body acted like it was hyperventilating, twisting uncontrollably without proper breaths. Ian's arms tightened around her waist in response, his muscular grip pinning her slender frame firmly in place—no escape.
In that position, he gently pulled back from the kiss and asked, concerned by her hands clutching desperately at his chest as she writhed.
"Dina, you okay?"
"Breathing... ha... it's hard."
"You can breathe through your nose."
Dina pouted at his teasing chuckle. She knew he wasn't calling her stupid, but it still stung a little.
"...This body knows that much."
"Then?"
"Canst thou go a bit gentler? The stimulation is too intense."
A small whine. Ian, still grinning, asked,
"It didn't hurt, did it? Was it too much?"
"This body found it taxing."
"...Got it. I'll go easy."
He wasn't sure exactly how to kiss "gently," but there was no reason to be stubborn when she asked. Matching her pace, he slowly brought his lips to hers again.
This time, Ian didn't dive in with his tongue right away. He started with soft presses of their lips, pulling back repeatedly. Peck... smooch... peck.
"Haa... mm, ah...."
Slowly, letting her adjust. Not too fast, not too slow. Light yet tender.
"I'll teach you how to kiss, nice and slow."
"This body shall learn well."
Yet intensely enough that she wouldn't forget. Binding her bit by bit, so she couldn't slip away.
"Dina, stick out your tongue."
"M-mmph... aye, Yeonja."
Water cascaded from the showerhead. His hand stroked her back, where wet strands clung, slowly drifting lower.
"Hng... haa."
Fingers kneaded the upper swell of her ass. Dina's eyes widened in surprise.
Y-Yeonja's touching this body's ass?
Startled, but no reason to refuse. Entrusting her body to him, she slowly closed her eyes again. Half her senses on his lips. The other half on his kneading hand sliding even lower. Sensations split evenly.
After enjoying his touch for a moment, Ian took one of her arms from around his neck and guided it downward, to his lower abdomen. Even during the kiss, his cock throbbed there, pressing insistently against her womb.
"You try holding it, Dina."
"Holding what?"
"This, obviously."
"...Ah."
Her hand followed his, grasping the hot, throbbing length. Thick... long.... A solid pillar that made "big" feel understated. She'd anticipated its unusual size and shape from how it bulged against her belly and pants, but naked before her eyes, it exceeded imagination.
Darker than Ian's skin, the purplish—almost blackish-red—head glistened with leaking precum and shower water.
"This is Yeonja's...."
Her first time touching a man's cock. She'd smashed them with fists or feet in battle, but properly holding one? Never. Even erect, it was hard to fully encircle with one hand. Hers weren't small—average for an adult woman now—but Ian's manhood was beyond her grasp.
"What do you think?"
"Hot and hard. So thick and long... hard to hold."
"Wanna use both hands?"
"...M-may this body?"
"Why not? No problem with it."
"True enough."
Realizing her own silly question, Dina reached with her other hand, carefully gripping it with both.
"Now move them slowly, up and down."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, perfect."
Shlick... shlick.... She stroked slowly with both hands. Scars dotted the backs, but her palms were surprisingly soft—unlike Cheong-ah or Bella's callused, rough grips from swords.
Ian kept kissing her, savoring her clumsy motions.
"...Hnn."
A soft moan escaped at the tender yet inept stimulation. Dina asked cautiously,
"D-Does it hurt?"
"Nah, not at all."
"Then why that pained sound?"
Innocently tilting her head, oblivious that she'd soon be moaning far more lewdly herself. Ian chuckled at her cuteness.
"'Cause it feels good. Really good. You've got talent."
"Talent... Aye, if it pleases Yeonja, this body is glad."
Unsure if she truly had aptitude for this, but his pleasure made her happy. And if he liked it, she'd try harder.... Shlick... shlick shlick.... She sped up, shaking it to please him. Not just mechanical motion—she watched his reactions, his body's twitches, quickly pinpointing what he liked.
A gift from her innate battle sense and mastery of her body. Combat's essence: find the enemy's weakness, exploit it. Dina, once Fist King at its pinnacle, applied it here. Cock was still unknown territory, but her overwhelming talent shone through.
Especially since it was her beloved Yeonja's.
"Kh, ngh...."
Ian's control slipped at her improving technique; he couldn't toy with her lips and tongue anymore, leaking faint moans. No—her tongue now matched his kisses, advancing in response. If he hadn't seen her earlier fumbling stiffness, no one would believe this was her first time.
"Mmph, smack...."
Her talent absorbed his, now exciting him in turn.
"Yeonja... haa... does this feel good? Here, right?"
"Y-Yeah... right there, ah. Ngh."
Squeeze.... His ass-gripping hand clenched hard in arousal. Dina smiled delightedly.
"Hee hee hee... If Yeonja likes it, this body is overjoyed."
One hand cupped the head, smearing precum over her palm, rubbing in slick circles. The other relentlessly stroked the shaft.
Climax built swiftly. Alarm bells rang in Ian's head—this wouldn't do. Cumming once wouldn't kill his stamina; his endless vigor laughed at that. But as stud of the house? Pride stung.
Getting off so quick and easy to her first handjob? No way...
He couldn't just take it. Male ego forbade letting a newbie lead. Dina, oblivious, just worked hard to please him. Still, Ian shifted his hand from her plump, elastic ass—to her hairless, pristine, untouched pussy. Swollen and plump, untouched by any man.
"Hiih...?! Y-Yeonja? There...."
"I'll make you feel good too, Dina."
"Aaah...!"
Warm shower water trickled between her thighs, mingling with the slick arousal leaking from her excited slit as she stroked him.
"You're soaked, Dina. Turned on from touching my cock?"
"Th-This body... knows not."
He parted her thick outer lips gently, rubbing the smooth inner folds. Light, soft touches. A first sensation shot up her spine to her brain.
Squelch... squelch.... Her hands paused on his cock. Pleasure made her legs twist shut; Ian whispered in her ear,
"Spread your legs, Dina."
"Ah, y-yes... hng. Aye."
His first male touch ignited her. He kept rubbing her folds, tapping the hood over her clit.
"Ha, hng... Yeonja, strange... ha, there, mmph...."
Her body writhed more. Innocent, pure heart dyed with pleasure. Love juices flowed freer.
Squelch-.
"Haaah...?!!"
One finger breached her entrance, delving inside.
"Feel my finger inside?"
"M-mmph... y-yes, this body feels it."
Foreign yet pressing into her sacred depths.
"Doesn't hurt?"
"Ah, uh... n-not sure."
She shook her head. No lie. Virgin tightness ached despite her wetness, but the overwhelming fullness and pleasure drowned it. Sensations blurred confusingly.
Squelch squelch-. After tormenting her depths, the finger withdrew slowly.
"Haaaa...."
Initially alien, now its absence left aching emptiness.
"Y-Yeonjaaa...."
Her eyes misty, voice melted.
This is... sex.
Lovers' intimate act. Not even proper penetration yet, but her body was already dyed in his color.
Too intense...
But not unwelcome. Joyful, even—as Ian bent lower.
"Y-Yeonja? What...?"
"Spread wider, Dina."
"M-mmph. Aye."
His face dove between her thighs. His tongue touched her slick, juice-soaked pussy.
"Hiiik...?!!"
Another wave of pleasure crashed over her.