Chapter 46. An Ecstatic Dream, an Unforgettable First Experience
Chapter 46. An Ecstatic Dream, an Unforgettable First Experience
Just a short while ago...
No, even this very morning, she couldn't have imagined feeling this way.
Feeling this kind of emotion toward someone.
And accepting that person's thing inside her own body.
'We're really... doing it.'
It had been that impulsive. Looking back, the whole thing had happened so abruptly.
And things rushed into without proper understanding tend to have no guaranteed future.
Maybe she would regret it later.
-Thud, thud.
Nevertheless, in this moment, she felt her heart pounding.
Even though she realized at some point she'd been holding her breath...
She had acted so naturally—done things she never would have if this moment had meant nothing to her.
'...Come in.'
The tip of the huge thing rubbed against her wet cleft.
A subtle sensation of flesh on flesh.
The fluid seeping from her made the motion smooth, like lubricant, and the slicker it grew, the more a tickling chill spread through her whole body.
'Really, come in...'
The moment the inner walls of her vagina wrapped around the mass of flesh prying into her, trying to resist.
Yet the thing that slowly pushed forward came to a stop at one spot.
A feeling of something being touched.
Ymir vaguely guessed what it was.
'It touched, huh.'
A membrane—a tissue of fibers inside the vagina.
From what she'd read, it was sealed at birth, gradually loosened with time, until only traces remained.
Proof that nothing could enter it unless it was physically torn...
Which was why society called that insignificant piece of flesh proof of chastity.
-Creeeak, crack!
Now, in this moment, that thing was about to be torn apart.
She hadn't gone out of her way to preserve it, but something like regret began to well up at the vague sense of loss she felt now.
'It's tearing.'
Had she been too hasty?
Couldn't this have waited for a better time, with proper resolve?
'It's tearing, being thrown away...'
Now, confronted with the weight of a first time, she could only fear what this sense of loss—the absence of something that had been there—would do to her.
-Rrrrip.
But it was far too late to go back.
"Ah, haah...!"
At last, the moment his cock was buried to the root.
A sharp breath burst from her lips as she realized something had touched the end of her vagina.
'It touched.'
Her vision blurred from the violent pain.
Then an even more shocking realization snapped her back to reality, and her trembling eyes turned toward her own legs.
'Really, all the way...'
The vaginal walls wrapped around the thick root, biting into it. Something dripped steadily through the tiny gap visible on its surface.
Red drops of blood, too dark and vivid to be arousal fluid. The bloodstain from torn flesh told her that this awareness was no illusion.
'I really did it.'
The youngest Grand Archmage, Ymir.
Her chastity—which had made her an object of longing for many men and an object of envy for women—
was, in this moment, ended by a man's hand.
"Breathe."
But that shock was ultimately only the beginning.
"Breathe slowly."
A whisper laden with that meaning began to gradually calm her confused mind.
"Ah, that...!"
The moment her rising breath was slowly suppressed.
"...Ah, haaah. Haah."
A moan of pain burst from her lips, as if trying to escape through even that narrow gap.
She felt like a scream might burst out the moment she let her guard down for even a second.
"It's alright."
Something began to interlock fingers with her own hand, which was clutching the bedsheet, unable to bear the pain.
"Don't think about anything. Please, leave it all to me."
As if turning the direction of her resistance—her denial of reality—toward himself, the man who whispered into her ear lifted his head and gave her a smile.
That whisper soothed her heart like a lullaby.
Even though it was only a voice, she felt her spirit, which had been raging in confusion upon encountering the unknown, settling down.
"...Okay."
The peace of mind that came with calm.
The pain was still there, but the moment she realized it wasn't something to simply fear, her halted breathing began to flow again.
Hiss, hiss. The sound of breathing could be heard. The moment stopped time began to move again.
-Squish.
The thing pushed in deep slowly pulled out.
-Squish, squelch.
It pushed back in, driving apart the tightening vaginal walls, gradually easing their tension.
In the moment when the traces of her virginity were slowly being erased.
"Are you not in pain?"
To the worried question that came amid all that, she blinked her teary eyes and answered with a smile.
"Yes, it doesn't hurt as much as I thought."
The friction of wet flesh against flesh.
The foreign-body sensation inside her body, felt for the first time in her life, was distressing, yet she wished for it to continue.
She realized that even that pain served to etch this moment deeper.
'Yes, it's not distress.'
The blood flowing from her body was simply proof that the woman she had been had now become a woman in truth.
And this pain meant that she and someone had become joined.
-Squish, squish.
The fact that the man she had long held in her heart was inside her.
Just meeting his eyes, just feeling his movements, was enough to cover everything in ecstasy.
And upon the lips that had been desperate to endure the distress, a smile gradually formed.
"Ah, ahuh...."
A moan flowed from her slowly opening mouth.
"Ah, ahh, ha.... Uh, uuhh...."
Slow but unmistakable.
Expressing that she felt it herself, and that she wanted this act with him to continue.
Wanting him to know, she kept shaking off her hesitation.
"Aah, ah, ahng~"
Soon, a voice growing louder echoed through the room, riding her breath.
Even the sounds of mating that her morning self would surely have found shameful.
"Ah, aaahng~! Aaahng~!!"
With every movement of his hips, the intensity climbed, and the cries began to repeat endlessly.
It was so intense that she even forgot the very awareness that it was shameful.
As his thing churned her insides and made its presence felt more sharply each time, the urge to feel it even more grew stronger.
"Dave...."
Belatedly realizing, she called his name.
"Dave, Day, ve!!"
Calling his name while enduring the moans, she asked the man who was facing her and lost in the act.
"Am I... strange...?"
Fresh tears welled up in her trembling eyes, then rolled down her cheeks.
Because it was her first time.
"For the first time...."
Everything was a first, so she was anxious.
Was even being happy at this moment strange? Would it make him disillusioned with her? Worried.
"Is it strange to think it feels this good for the first time?"
A heartbreaking question.
To that, Dave, while continuing the act, began to slowly close the distance to her.
-Chup.
Even while shaking his hips, the moment their lips met.
The heat was hotter than the beginning. As if the breath, warmed by the fierce act, melted her mind, the pleasure began to erase even the anxiety it had awakened.
"It's not strange."
His whisper after pulling his lips away reached her ear.
"The you right now, Ymir, is incredibly beautiful."
The moment the voice tinged with tenderness tickled her ear, then her ear canal, then her heart, the man embracing her body began to roll onto his side.
The movement of his hips made the swaying of her breasts even more visible.
The man, as if aroused by those breasts, roughly grabbed a handful of flesh and continued his caresses, quickening the act.
-Creak, creak!
The force of his hips gradually grew stronger.
The pain grew as well, yet from her lips came not screams but mating cries, repeating.
As time passed, she learned that this was not something to be afraid of, and felt even the pain transforming into pleasure.
'So sex is...'
Realizing that she too was now immersed in it, delight gradually appeared on her lips.
'It can feel this good.'
The first union between a man and woman she'd witnessed had been incredibly vulgar and ugly.
An act of copulation that made one feel only pleasure regardless of emotion, that sought only each other's bodies and climax...
What happened in the slums back then wasn't even fit to be called the mating of beasts for procreation.
'But this is different.'
It was more modest than that time, yet what accompanied this relationship wasn't only physical pleasure.
The consideration toward her, her own heart that accepted it...
'The one leading me is this man, so...'
The bond formed by those two things had been sublimating this act into something more beautiful.
'Because it's Dave, it can feel this good.'
Only.
Because he was the only man who could reach into her heart without causing any repulsion.
"Miss Ymir. I'm gradually reaching my limit...."
The moment she heard the notification that the act was nearing its end, Ymir belatedly came to her senses and looked at his face.
Though she too was on the verge of climax, his face was deeply contorted as if desperately holding something back.
'Ah, right. Gradually, ejaculation...'
Unlike women, where pleasure simply wells up, she knew that men eject their seed as proof of it.
That it would soon enter her body. Anticipating this, Ymir thought with difficulty inside her blanked-out mind.
'Was today a safe day?'
She didn't know. She'd never lived thinking about that kind of cycle anyway.
But right when she thought there probably wouldn't be any problem even if he came inside—
"I'll come outside!!"
Dave hurriedly pulled his thing out of her and threw himself onto the bed.
At that shock, her vaginal walls were severely scraped, and at that moment, a current that rose from her spine began to stir up her brain.
"Ah, ahaahk!!"
The moment of reaching climax as a woman.
Simultaneously, the fluid poured from above began to splash heavily onto her body.
"...Haah, haah."
The moment the sticky, fishy liquid spread all over her body.
She became conscious of it around the time she had barely gotten used to the lingering afterglow of climax.
It surged in an instant, then vanished as if it had never been....
"Are you, alright?"
While she was lost in that, the man who had spurted his seed from his thing belatedly came to his senses and began to approach her.
Ymir looked back at him through clouded eyes. But perhaps because her field of vision didn't match while lying down?
Ymir's gaze was directed not at him looking down at her, but between his legs.
"...Miss Ymir?"
"Th-that...."
Her trembling hand gradually reached toward that place.
"It went, inside me, right?"
The moment his still-erect cock was finally grasped in her hand.
"Mi-Miss Ymir?"
"Heup...."
Belatedly realizing her action, Dave called her name, but by then her lips were already touching his thing.
"Heuu, eup. Churp...."
Awkwardly using her tongue to clean its surface, she began to savor the taste and scent that came from it.
A man's thing that she had tasted for the first time.
Its taste was extremely fishy yet metallic.
The taste created by the blend of the man's unique body odor and the traces of her broken hymen.
'This is the thing that went inside me.'
That too would soon vanish. Thinking this, she licked his thing again, gradually erasing its traces.
'...And proof that he and I became one.'
Even with this vulgar act, she was imprinting this moment—one that would never come again in her life—
so that she could recall it at any time.