Choi Hwayoung (3)
“……!!!”
A beat late, a scream burst from Senior Hwayoung, whose first time I'd just taken with my cock. Maybe it was the backlash from forcing it in despite the strain, but her waist arched up high, impaled on my shaft. Her face was clenched tight, upper and lower teeth grinding together as she fought the pain. Tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes, one or two glistening there.
I'd shoved it in all at once, figuring a half-assed approach would just drag out the agony. But it looked like my size had made her cry for real on her very first go.
Should I have had her suck one out first, or shrunk it down a bit before trying? Too late for regrets now.
“Y-you, you fucking... It hurts like hell, you bastard...”
“Sorry, Senior. I didn't think it'd hurt this much.”
“D-don't bullshit me, you fucking prick... You knew damn well...”
...Look, having sex with female hunters to rack up points was crucial for me. But screwing a woman in this much pain? Not my thing at all.
Granted, ripping her hymen already made "being considerate" sound ridiculous, but still, I gently wiped her tears and asked carefully.
“Senior, if it's too painful, should we just stop?”
“......What?”
“I know it's weird saying this with my dick already buried inside, but I don't want to see you hurting anymore.”
“Y-you... Then you should've stopped sooner...”
“I lost my mind thinking I could finally fuck you. Like I said earlier, the whole reason I took that Black Slime request was to sleep with you, Senior Hwayoung.”
“......Ugh.”
Her face flushed red as she heard me, and she half-covered it with her hand.
“If we stop here, I'd be pretty disappointed, but it's not like this is our only shot. Once that hymen tear heals up, we can—”
“...Shut the fuck up, you prick.”
Her hand suddenly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my upper body down against hers as she whispered.
“F-fuck... It's not like I can't take it, okay? I just yelled 'cause I was surprised. Surprised, that's all.”
“That was a pretty loud scream for just surprise...”
“I said it wasn't, you jerk. You think the great Senior Hwayoung would make a fuss like that?”
“...No, of course not.”
“And what kind of woman pulls out just 'cause her hymen ripped a little and it hurts? I'm not some whiny kid, and I'm no dude either.”
Sure, but those tears in your eyes made it look like you were crying your eyes out. Pointing it out would've just hurt her pride, though, so I let it slide.
“Can I keep going?”
“...Stop asking obvious shit.”
“Then, right now...”
“H-hey, th-that said, go a little slower...”
“Got it. You think I wouldn't even show that much care?”
'The guy who forced it in talks a big game...' she muttered, but I pretended not to hear and whispered to her.
“Alright, I'll ease the rest in nice and slow.”
“......The rest?”
“Only the tip's in so far. Can't move without burying the rest, right?”
“It's not all in...? Ah, there's still that much left?”
Of course—only the head had just barely gone in. No real penetration yet. Even being generous, maybe a quarter or fifth at most.
She craned her neck to check where we joined, and her face went pale again.
“Should we stop after all?”
“F-fuck... Say one more thing to scratch my pride and see what happens...”
Still, she wasn't backing out of bed now—not after her own words. Looked that way, at least.
“...F-fine, ease it in slow. Until I tell you to stop.”
“Okay.”
My cock slowly parted her still-tight insides, inching deeper bit by bit. Her pussy clenched like it had even with just a finger, squeezing my shaft from every direction the moment it entered. But pussies were made for this, so once some was in, it started accepting me—slowly.
Squelch.
Squelch.
“Hii, haaah...”
Squelch.
Squelch.
“Hngh, ha, haa...!?”
Squelch.
Squelch...
“S-stop! Hold it! Right here!!”
The second her words hit my ear, I froze, my insertion halted. Most of my cock was already inside her, with about five centimeters still sticking out at our join.
“Th-this is the limit... For real, no more's going in. Absolutely.”
Yeah, even the tip felt blocked, like it hit a wall. She'd truly taken as much as she could.
“Almost all in—kinda disappointing.”
“S-sorry. But really, it won't... go any further...”
“I know. Just testing.”
A few more rounds, and that last bit would slide right in easy. Demanding too much on her first time would be cruel. She'd already tasted plenty of pain when the head first breached.
No need to push her harder this round.
“Should we just stay like this a bit?”
“...N-not moving right away?”
“Your pussy needs time to adjust. Can't just start thrusting the second it's in.”
At least until her body got used to my size. Until those tense muscles relaxed and our shared heat softened everything up.
She nodded quietly, like she got it.
“F-fine, whatever you say...”
Of course, "just staying still" was bullshit. I brought my face to hers and whispered right up close.
“We can kiss while we wait. Once wasn't enough, right?”
“Wh-who said it wasn't...?”
“And I'll play with your tits again. Feel free to touch me wherever.”
“......”
She answered with silence, so I pressed my lips to her red ones again. One hand braced on the bed, the other kneaded her breast eagerly. Her tofu-soft, squishy tits filled my palm completely once more.
Not aiming to make her cum this time—just groping to my heart's content. Seemed plenty stimulating for her, though.
“Mm, mmm, mmph...”
Her tongue dove in way more aggressively from the start this time. Looked like she'd finally realized actively making love beat just lying there.
I matched her enthusiasm, tangling and rubbing as much tongue as possible.
About a minute of silent kissing later, one of her hands timidly touched my waist.
“Mmm. Mmmph...”
Go ahead and touch, I'd said—but in this world, women usually went for a guy's chest, thighs, or balls first. I'd half-expected one of those spots.
But her hand slid up my spine instead, tracing from waist to back, cautious as hell.
Too shy for tits or balls right away? Or was my lower back her thing? Who knew.
Either way, her touch was timid as fuck. To urge her on, I squeezed the breast under my right hand harder. Her tongue flinched in surprise.
“Hngh...!?”
You satisfied with that when I'm groping you like this? That's what I meant—but the second I gripped harder, her hand slid right off downward.
Scared I'd gotten mad? Or deciding to just melt into my touch instead? Hard to tell.
Nothing for it. After this fuck, I'd tell her to get bolder next time.
Thinking that, I gently stroked her profile. Then, between her messy hair strands, I felt something... off. Pointy.
“......?”
Something sharp, nothing like a normal human ear. Curiosity piqued, I parted her hair and pulled it out.
Only then did I realize: elf ears. Long, pointed sideways—like some fantasy race's hallmark.
No way. I asked her carefully.
“...Senior Hwayoung?”
“Sniff... What...?”
“Senior, are you... an elf?”
“......”
After a brief silence, she shot back shamelessly.
“Pfft, yeah. First elf you've seen?”
First one, yeah. At least among the girls I've fucked.