This Was Heaven
The moment something blunt pressed against her entrance, it thrust in with brutal force.
“Hngh!”
It was the pain of flesh being torn open. The agony that consumed her body was nothing like what she had felt when three fingers had worked inside her. Fresh tears spilled from eyes that had already cried once before.
The cock that had mercilessly pierced her kept driving deeper. Just how much further could it go? By the time the crushing pressure in her lower belly made Sua shudder, his voice reached her from above her head.
“It went in nicely.”
“T-Tezman… haa…”
“Now you have to take it all.”
When he pulled his hips back slightly, his cock withdrew, and it felt as if her inner walls were being dragged out along with it.
The moment it slipped free, it slammed back inside her with a wet sound. The sharp, piercing length pulled out again only to thrust in even more violently.
“Haaah… it hurts…”
Sua wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a pleading moan.
“Hurts? It can’t be only pain.”
He was right. The shift from agony to pleasure happened in an instant. With him buried to her deepest point and stirring her insides, Sua’s mind had already flown halfway to oblivion.
“Hngh…”
“Say it feels good. Or cling to me tighter. Then I’ll show you heaven.”
Her hips were twitching without her permission. Her body sought pleasure on its own, as if begging to be pierced deeper, filled more completely. Shame at her own uncontrollable desire mixed with ecstasy, leaving Sua unable to think straight.
Lewd, wanton cries she never imagined could come from her own mouth filled the room. There was nothing she could do about it. The rapture that wrapped her from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head dragged her down into an abyss of pleasure.
He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as it fell open like a baby bird’s. It was as if he meant to claim every part of her—above and below—as his own.
Her pert breasts bounced with every movement. Saliva trickled from her parted lips. He gazed down at her, then lowered his head to capture her mouth in a kiss.
Even the sight of her panting so pitifully was unbearably lovely to him.
Her slender waist arched like a drawn bow while her legs, lifted into the air, trembled violently. Yet he showed no mercy. Gripping her pelvis and holding her firmly in place, he drove his hips forward. Even though he knew this was her first time, he could not stop the savage rhythm of his thrusts.
Sweeping back his sweat-dampened bangs with rough fingers, he increased his pace. The way her inner walls clung to him with wet, obscene sounds every time he buried himself to the root and pulled out was pure ecstasy.
Ah. This was heaven. To him, Sua was salvation, a goddess, and paradise itself.
“Should we just stay like this… with me buried inside you for the rest of our lives?”
He knew it was unrealistic, yet he wanted it. It felt that insanely good. Tezman suppressed the rising surge of his climax and rolled his hips.
“Haaahk…”
Even as he tenderly licked away the tears streaming from her eyes that had finally burst into open sobs, his hips continued their cruel, relentless assault.
With a groan torn from between clenched teeth, he spilled his seed deep inside her most sacred place. The sensation of his cum pulsing into her body made Sua’s frame quiver.
With a slick sound, he withdrew from inside her. Despite how much he had already released, his cock remained hard, as if it still had more to give.
He was just considering thrusting into her again when the scent of blood reached him. At that metallic tang, Tezman gripped her thighs.
“No more… please stop…”
Paying no heed to her pitiful plea, he spread her legs wide apart. He had heard that many women didn’t bleed, but it seemed Sua was different.
Between her swollen folds, the mixture of his semen and her blood flowed freely. The sight of it trickling down along her slit and between her ass cheeks made saliva pool on his tongue.
He didn’t find it dirty in the slightest. The sight of his own cum leaking from her hole—it was so obscenely erotic it nearly drove him insane.
“Te-Teszman…!!”
At Sua’s scream, her legs thrashed. His fingers scooped up the mingled fluids of semen, blood, and her arousal and pushed them back inside her entrance.
“I’m losing my mind.”
Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his head. Wet, slurping sounds rose from between her legs as he licked her clean.
“Hngh…”
Sua’s heavily glazed eyelids drooped. She knew she shouldn’t close them, yet they kept falling shut. Eventually, the legs that had been kicking weakly over his shoulders slid down limply.
Only then did he slowly lift his head.
“Ha.”
Seeing Sua passed out cold, he let out a soft chuckle and moved closer. Brushing her damp hair aside, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered.
A sweet, murmuring voice drifted to her ears in fragments. The low, rumbling tone was pleasant to hear, yet she couldn’t make out the words. Her body felt heavier and heavier, as though she were endlessly sinking toward the floor.
“Mmm…”
Muscle aches throbbed throughout her entire body. Even lifting her heavy eyelids required effort. When she finally forced her eyes open, she saw him looking down at her through the blinding light.
“…Tezman?”
Had he showered? Even though it was morning, Tezman looked perfectly composed, not a hair out of place. He gave a quiet laugh as he watched her still-dazed expression.
“You’re going to have to build up your stamina, Sister.”
“Ah…”
“It won’t do if you collapse after taking me only once.”
Only once?
“Don’t people usually… only do it once at a time?”
“How innocent.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Usually it’s three or four times. And just so you know, if it’s with you, I feel like I could keep going for days.”
Three or four times as usual? She had no way of knowing whether he was telling the truth. Since Sua knew nothing about such matters, she could only believe his words.
“Th-three or four times is too much…”
“We can increase it gradually.”
“Does it… really increase just because you keep doing it?”
“If we do it every day, without missing a single day.”
Every day. Sua’s face flushed crimson at the mere thought, and she covered it with both hands. Tezman’s lips curved as he watched her. He was glad she was so innocent about these things. If she weren’t, it would have been difficult for her to accept all of his desires.
“Rest a little longer. I’ll bring lunch.”
“Huh…? It’s already lunchtime?”
“Our Sister must have been very tired. You slept quite a lot.”
With those words, Tezman rose from the bed and left the room. Sua stared at his retreating back for a moment, then carefully lifted the blanket.
Red marks covered her pale skin. Her gaze traced the dense traces that looked almost deliberately placed, then moved between her legs.
It had been throbbing with a dull ache for some time now. Worried she might have torn, Sua cautiously reached down, only to realize something was placed between her thighs.
“…A towel?”
She pulled the towel out. Blood stained its surface. She carefully pushed it back between her legs.
“Did I tear…?”
It made no sense that something so large could enter and exit without tearing. The moment she recalled the sight of him, heat flooded her face.
Sua fanned herself, trying to change the subject in her mind. Come to think of it, even though they had sweated so much, her body felt clean. Aside from the soreness between her legs, there was no sticky discomfort. Someone must have cleaned her. And that someone was obviously Tezman.
A long sigh escaped Sua’s lips.
She was simply shocked. Shocked that she had been capable of such vulgar, lewd acts. But more than that, she was shocked that she hadn’t hated it. In fact, it was the opposite. It had felt incredibly good.
Now that she had tasted pleasure once, she would undoubtedly crave it again and again. Perhaps this was why God had warned them to beware the forbidden fruit. Because she would keep seeking this obscene, vulgar pleasure.
Yet she had no intention of accepting pleasure from anyone else. It had to be him. Only Tezman.
Sua was bewildered by how quickly she had fallen. She, who had dreamed of becoming a nun only a short while ago, had become this corrupted.
Out of habit, her hands came together in prayer. Just as she was about to offer a prayer of repentance, the bedroom door opened and he entered carrying a tray. A warm cup of tea, bread that smelled richly of butter, and steaming soup.
Sua sat up. Terrible muscle pain swept through her, but she could bear it. The real problem was that she was completely naked. Even the towel between her legs felt cumbersome.
“Um… my clothes…”
“They said they’re being washed. So for today, stay like that. No one will enter the bedroom.”
He set the tray down in front of her where she sat bundled in the blanket and continued.
“Shall I feed you, Sister?”
“…No, I’ll eat by myself.”
“Then enjoy your meal.”
He stood up. It seemed he had considered that she might not be comfortable eating with him right beside her.
Of course, there would be no “next time” for such consideration.
“I’ll be in the study attending to some work. Call me if you need anything.”
With that, Tezman lightly kissed her forehead once more and left the room.