The Drawn Twin Teachers II (7): Idrien's Reluctant Yielding
At the words of a boy far younger than herself, Idrien lowered her head. The motion was instinctive, born of shame, yet it offered Marei the perfect angle to drink in her face, now flushed crimson with humiliation.
He pinned her legs—far thicker than her still-youthful frame—firmly over his shoulders and slid his fingers into the cleft where strands of honey stretched long and glistening. Squelch.
Under Marei’s expert touch, Idrien could barely react. She could only accept the intrusion as his fingers sank into her drenched petals. His small palm moved with subtle rhythm, stirring the nectar-filled chamber until wet, filthy sounds spilled out.
“Nngh…!!”
Marei, who had seemed ready to pounce at any moment, now took his time, focusing his caresses on her most sensitive spot. The teasing strokes left her strangely frustrated, yet sweet moans kept slipping free. She had no choice but to lie there and take the fingers working inside her.
“Ah… ahh… ngh…!”
When his fingers finally withdrew from her soaked folds, Idrien let out a sigh that sounded almost disappointed. But the moment those same fingers—coated in clear nectar—pressed lightly against her swollen clit, another lewd cry tore from her throat.
“It looks a little bigger than Ren’s… Do you masturbate often?”
“Ahh, I-I can’t say that…! Ahht…!”
His small fingertip circled the tensed nub with deliberate, maddening strokes. The mature body thrashed from side to side, desperate to escape even a fraction of the pleasure.
“We made a promise, remember? This counts as service too, doesn’t it?”
“Haaah… twice… twice…”
“Per day?”
Idrien nodded at Marei’s question. Her reaction was so pure it was hard to believe she had just let him masturbate her. She looked like an untouched virgin.
“While thinking about Ren… since when?”
“Since I was little…”
Marei’s finger rolled over her clit again, playing it like an instrument. The deep frown on her face melted away. Her eyes grew wet, glistening with unshed tears. The pleasure was nothing like the cautious, repetitive self-touch she had performed while fantasizing about her sister and their forbidden, immoral relationship.
“How long have you been doing it? You must have really loved her—your own big sister.”
Instead of answering, Idrien only blushed harder. Overwhelmed by growing shame, she whipped her head to the side.
A child not even half her age. Elves lived far longer than humans and retained their youth for an extended period, but the age of maturity was roughly the same.
“S-stop… Don’t ask… Just… just… khh…!”
Too small to be called a man. Nothing but a child in her eyes. Yet at the touch of Marei’s hand her body shuddered violently once more. The masculine heat radiating from his heated fingers. In contrast, those small, smooth, callus-free fingers that still pressed and kneaded her pussy with such precise, demanding strength.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? Oh, you don’t have to answer. Your face says everything.”
Marei smiled with sly satisfaction. Anyone who didn’t know him would have called the expression innocent, almost childlike. Yet with that very smile he savored the sight of the female teacher struggling to contain her rising moans.
Part of him wanted to thrust inside her immediately and take her in one stroke. But a thicker, darker desire—to thoroughly break this seemingly stubborn woman—kept tugging at his instincts.
I-I shouldn’t feel good… There’s no way something like this could feel good…
She swallowed hard again, the dry click of her throat loud in the quiet room. A complaint Marei would have loved to hear—one so shameful that uttering it would leave her unable to raise her head—threatened to spill out.
His technique, honed from daily conquests of older women to the point of complete mastery, made every single touch and every word send unbearable arousal surging through her. She had only just lost her virginity, yet she was already helpless.
“Open your eyes. Yes, look right here.”
At Marei’s command, Idrien cautiously lifted her lids and stared at the face she could only see as a child’s. She did not like this boy. She did not love him the way her sister apparently did. More accurately, she hated him. She loathed him. Yet when she met those sparkling eyes that looked at her like a new toy, her body—regardless of what her heart felt—had no choice but to admit it already belonged to him.
Her face burned. If she looked in a mirror she would surely see a lewd, flushed expression. She could feel her lips going slack under the firm pressure on her clit. Even when she tried to force her features back into a scowl, the touch that knew a woman’s body far too well for its apparent age drowned her face in pleasure again.
“A little lower.”
Marei gave a small smile. The gap between his gentle, pleasure-inducing touch and that calm, smiling face was almost too wide to comprehend. Instead of answering, Idrien slowly lowered her gaze.
“Th-there’s no way it will fit…”
“I already told you—it will.”
A cock far larger than any adult man’s twitched eagerly right before her entrance. It resembled the masturbation aids she had secretly researched out of curiosity, yet it was even bigger, dripping thick strands of white fluid.
“Still, since it’s your first time I’ll loosen you up properly. You don’t like pain, right?”
The gentle rubbing gradually gained force. Idrien clenched her teeth at the sudden change, her face twisting again as pleasure surged. Her rigid expression melted into something obscene once more, but this time she only narrowed her brows tightly, fighting to hold back her voice.
“Kh… kuh… uhh… ah… ah… aah… haaang…”
She tried to endure by biting down hard, but it was impossible to withstand Marei’s touch. He was no child when it came to sex. The difference between his earlier gentle circling and the deliberate, forceful strokes meant to prepare her for penetration quickly drew sweet moans from her throat.
“Haa… ha… hii… th-this… is weird…!! Aang…!”
The moans grew so rapid it was hard to even call them sweet anymore. She felt pathetic for being toyed with by a child’s hand and tried desperately to stifle the sounds, but the pleasure forced into her without mercy kept tearing broken cries from her lips at shorter and shorter intervals.
“Ah, uuh… ah, uh… s-stop… hii… p-please… haaaang…”
Completely unlike the way he had massaged her breasts while helping her masturbate, Marei was now ruthlessly hammering pleasure into her. It was as if he were claiming compensation for all the careful movements he had used earlier to keep her from bolting in shock. No matter how she begged him to stop, he showed no mercy, pressing firmly on her clit and forcing her toward climax.
For this new lover(?) who twisted and panted just like the moans she let out, Marei took her hand, guided it aside, crossed one of her legs, and turned her body so he could lay her completely flat on the desk.
“I’m putting it in now.”
“Aah… w-wait… th-there’s no way it’ll fit… r-really… hiiik?! Kuuuugh…!!”
Squuuueeeelch!!!
As he shifted forward to slowly push his cock into the sticky, heated entrance, Idrien’s leg—still draped over his shoulder—shot straight toward the ceiling. Even though her untouched folds had been spread wide, the pink interior only peeked out for a moment, as if still trying to clench shut.
Grasping her waist with practiced ease, Marei suddenly drove his thick shaft in with brutal force. Idrien gasped harshly at the merciless thrust.
“Uuh… so tight…!”
“Ah… ah… ahhh…”
Unlike when he had taken Ilien’s virginity, he had relaxed her many times and prepared her with plenty of foreplay. Yet the way her inner walls gripped and squeezed his cock so tightly still drew an excited murmur from him.
She had tried to prepare herself mentally, but the enormous meat spear—far larger than she had imagined—pushed all the way inside with practiced skill. Impaled, Idrien could only twitch and let out weak, breathless sounds.
“…Nngh… You’re squeezing so hard… kkh…!”
He pulled back slightly when he met resistance at the deepest point, then drove his hips forward again—deeper, harder—burying himself inside the bitch sister’s cunt.
Sluuuuurp…!
Marei, who took Ilien more than ten times a day, slowly rotated his hips at the familiar sensation against his tip, savoring the feel of her cervix. While enjoying the slick, velvety walls, he filled the emptiness he had felt after merely subduing Ilien with his gaze. Through Idrien, he reclaimed that missing satisfaction.
Conquering the older beauty who had once acted so oppressively and violently toward him sent a violent shudder of pleasure through his body.
“Mmm… Ren, look. It’s going in, see?”
Idrien was in no condition to answer. Lips bitten tight, tears streaming down her cheeks, she could only pant roughly at the pain of the thick cock ruthlessly stirring her insides. Her thighs trembled, her waist twisted in spasms, and her heavy breasts heaved as her whole body shook with agony.
“It hurts because it’s your first time, right? It’ll start feeling good soon. Just relax.”
“Haa… haa… haa…”
The words carried experience far beyond what any child should possess. Idrien shuddered at the unfamiliar pain. The strange fullness of the foreign object inside her belly made her want to flee immediately. Pain, loss, and shame—all of it made tears pour from her eyes.
Of course, even as the huge cock stretched her heated core, a different kind of wetness continued to flow freely.
“Unlike with Ren… you’re bleeding a little. How is it? Want me to stop for a moment? I told you—if you satisfy me, I won’t touch Ren. But at this rate it might be too much… Hmm. I’ll only do Ren today, and starting tomorrow I’ll sort out our lover relationship. How about that?”
“C-continue…!”
“Where are your manners?”
Idrien ground her teeth in frustration. Then, in a trembling, stuttering voice, she forced out the words he wanted.
“P-please continue… sir. Hngh…!”
Good. The sight of the older sister glaring at him as if she wanted to kill him only made his desire burn hotter. Unable to hold back any longer, he began moving his hips slowly.
“Haaah…!!”
Idrien glared at him with a deeply furrowed brow. The moment she realized those green eyes—filled with sticky emotions of rage, hatred, and denial—were fixed on him, an inexplicable thrill surged through Marei.
“I-I will never… f-forgive you… uuk…!”
Before she could finish, Marei drove his weapon even deeper, slamming it into her core. The already thoroughly heated older body shuddered violently at the overwhelming fullness that threatened to pierce straight through her.
At first she had only felt fear. The hard tone of voice, the rough way he had dragged her into an empty classroom and threatened her. To young Marei, who had never fought anyone, Idrien’s earlier actions had been terrifying enough to leave lasting trauma.
“Uuuugh…! Kuuuuh…!”
“Try to relax. It’s so tight I can’t get in properly…!”
Marei handled her with natural confidence. The experience he had accumulated dozens upon dozens of times allowed him to lead a teacher older than himself without hesitation. Even though he had loosened and soaked her thoroughly, her pussy still proved this was his first time with her—clenching and struggling to push him out exactly like Ilien’s had.
Each time that happened, Marei gently kneaded her breasts or scratched lightly around her pubic mound to ease her tension.
“Aah… aaaah…!!”
Grabbing the waist of the trembling, fully ripened body, Marei thrust roughly. As the enormous cock—like a weapon—speared into her, Idrien let out a harsh, pained breath.
“Talk to me like you did before. Say you won’t forgive me. Say you won’t let this go. Come on. Hurry.”
The huge thing pressing down on her insides left Idrien unable to answer. She could only pant, mouth agape in agony at the massive intrusion she was taking for the first time, body shaking uncontrollably.
Watching her pant and writhe beneath him, Marei slowly erased the fear and faint terror she had once instilled in him. Every slight movement of his cock made her thrash in pain and rendered her speechless. The sight only filled him with greater confidence.
“Open… your mouth… No. Open your mouth.”
Marei gave the order in a voice that trembled with excitement. He felt the jarring difference from the way he had shown respect and made gentle requests of Labella and Ilien during their acts. Yet when Idrien obediently parted her lips and lifted her head to make kissing easier, every tingling, strangely arousing, unidentifiable emotion in his mind was wiped clean.