Ethan’s hand traced Lynette’s side, past her waist, carefully sliding along the Curve of her Buttocks.
Lynette caught her breath while held in his embrace.
A newlywed couple, naked, without a stitch of clothing. Ethan’s hard body and Lynette’s soft, warm body met completely, without barrier.
When she wrapped her arms around his waist, Ethan could no longer hide.
His center was already reacting intensely.
His taut erection brushed against her Abdomen as if stabbing it, and her softly pressed Chest seemed to melt against the area around his Solar plexus.
"...Ngh."
The trembling of her Mammary glands, subtly shaking with every movement of the soft Curve, stimulated Ethan's senses. It wasn't mere contact.
Ethan felt the woman's softness seeping into him, a sensation crumbling against his Skin.
His breath quickened.
Reason groped along the floor, and all that remained was the moment from which there was no retreat. Lynette wrapped both arms around his neck and slightly rose onto her tiptoes. And carefully, she attempted a Kiss on his Lips.
Lynette's Lips pushed against his, then slyly licked his tongue like a cat.
Ethan tensed at the waist, pulling her wicked Spine closer as he pushed into a deep Kiss.
Lynette let out a small breath, seemingly surprised by the sudden intensity, but soon quietly opened her Lips to him as he approached in return.
Their mouths met, tongue tangling carefully with tongue, and Ethan, holding her captive in his embrace, slid his hand down her Back to cup her Buttocks.
"...Heek."
The Volume that filled his hand was enough to drive the Bridegroom mad. Letting out a sudden Moan, she held her breath and buried her face in his Chest.
“Lynette...”
When he called her in a low, thick voice, Lynette quietly nodded. Confirming her answer, he lifted her legs without hesitation.
The body, stripped of its Dress, was light as a feather. Ethan swept her up in his arms and headed straight for the Bed.
And, as if handling something extremely precious, he laid Lynette down on the Bed. As Lynette's Back settled onto the Bed, even the air in the room seemed to quieten and curl up.
Her scattered hair flowed softly over her slowly rising and falling chest, and the flickering light from outside, seeping through the window, lightly brushed against her bare skin.
But in Ethan’s eyes, she was more dazzling than any light. Lynette took a deep breath, looking up at him. There wasn't a trace of fear or hesitation in her gaze.
On their wedding night, which began early in the day, Lynette was ready to receive him as his wife, as his love.
"Yes, Ethan."
His body, too, was already fully prepared; his mind, his reason, all his senses converged on this very moment.
Ethan silently covered her body with his own.
The man's lips covered the bride's lips, his tongue delving deep first. Lynette firmly hugged his shoulders again at the continuing kiss.
Between her legs, Ethan's hot, hard thing naturally found its place.
Lynette's chest, her breasts trembling faintly with her breath, pressed against his chest, spreading softly. When she shifted slightly, she seemed surprised herself, flinching faintly at the dull friction, and that subtle reaction sent a thrill through Ethan’s loins.
His center was already swollen to its utmost, so now that hot, hard desire brushed tenderly yet roughly against Lynette’s vulva, trying to approach her depths with ponderous weight.
When Ethan’s heat touched her entrance, the small opening was moist with the feverish heat that had built up imagining this moment with him.
A place no one had yet entered.
A wholly unknown space he had left for himself. Lynette pressed her lips tightly together. A quiet trembling rose from deep within her.
"...I love you."
With just one movement using his dick, Ethan thinly pushed aside and parted her most sensitive outer layer.
A size no one could possibly call small, hot and hard, it slowly spread Lynette’s insides, pushing into her forcefully, as if forcing open a gap impossible to enter.
“Ah...!”
A breath escaped Lynette’s lips.
Surprise and tension, and nestled between them, a feverish sensation. Lynette’s legs trembled sharply.
When her body accepted his hot desire, the inside was surprisingly warm. The pooled heat and texture quietly enveloped Ethan’s body.
Ethan quickly held his breath,
for he couldn't enter all at once. A layer, a sensation like something tightening, blocked his path.
He implicitly knew what it was, proof of purity no one but him had ever touched. It was the final threshold he had left for this Night and for her.
Ethan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Then silently pushed his hips forward.
And then——
“Ngh...!”
Lynette gripped his Shoulders tightly. Her Back arched like a bow off the sheet as she took a deep breath. A short Moan, as if broken at the joint, shot from her throat.
"Ah...!"
The moment his thick Dick pierced all the way in, the thin, transparent Hymen blocking the way tore with a ssshhk— sound.
A very fine red line trickled from beneath Lynette's flinching body, from the crevice of her Buttocks, white with tension.
Not dark, not rough, a single streak of red light. It quietly seeped into the linen sheet, a clear mark proving the reality of this Love's first union.
Ethan held Lynette’s hand tightly. Though unspoken, the emotions contained within were incredibly heavy and clear.
He had hoped she wouldn't feel pain as she took him, yet as someone who had finally graduated from Virginity, an unbearable stimulation also washed over him.
Ethan, with a shred of reason, slowly began to relax his hips.
“It’s okay... Lynette.”
The two had been declared husband and wife less than half a day ago. He was buried deep within the woman he longed for, and she opened for him for the first time.
Lynette’s insides were hotter than when he had touched them with his Finger. No, Ethan was only now realizing just how warm her insides could be.
The moment his embedded member completely filled her deepest core—— breath stopped, for both of them, simultaneously.
Lynette tensed her whole body as if pierced by something digging inside, and Ethan felt that small tremor wrap around his entire being.
“Haah, heut... Ah...”
She couldn't keep her Lips closed.
Lynette tried hard to hold onto her senses on this first Night, but as soon as he started moving, she quickly gave way.
Slowly at first, carefully.
But once the Desire within her accepted him, neither could control themselves.
Ethan gripped Lynette’s waist firmly and rocked her. Along the narrow path to the Uterus, he reached surely, though not roughly.
As the movements deepened, Moans Lynette herself didn't know she possessed flowed brokenly from her Lips.
“E...thaan... Too, deep... Ah...”
Amidst the gasping breaths like death throes, her legs wrapped around her log-like husband's waist, unconsciously pulling him deeper.
A large, solid build, unadorned, honed sinews and broad Thighs.
The movements of the man possessing them were so honest that Lynette’s first time felt like a shock, rather than stimulation.
Her insides were relentlessly carved out, her breathing growing rougher. As the breaths escaping her Lips turned to panting, her hands, which had been settling on his Shoulders, clenched again, clawing at Ethan's Back.
“Haa... Ah, Hhhut... Ah...”
Lynette wanted to cover her Lips at the words escaping her own Mouth, but the sound already spilled could not be taken back, nor did she have the hands to do so.
To Ethan, all of his Bride's reactions were unbearably lovely, and also unbearably stimulating.
Pushing his body deeper, still deeper, her Back arched up roundly, and beads of sweat formed on her white Skin.
“It’s okay, Lynette. Just a little more, you’ll get used to it soon...”
Ethan couldn't be sure with his first experience, but he whispered his wish softly, pressing his Lips to her ear. At his breath, she trembled at the waist again, letting out a small Moan.
Now she didn't even have a moment to catch her breath. The sound of hard and soft colliding, wetting each other inside, filled the room.
Gradually, Lynette’s insides bit at his member, opening surely.
Each time Ethan’s member entered that narrow, delicate passage, Lynette would unknowingly flinch her hips, and that reaction transmitted directly to Ethan’s fingertips and loins.
The voice leaking from her Lips was the natural response of her drenched, trembling body.
“Hahh... Ah...! Huk!”
A Moan escaped, pressing the corner of her Lips, and that small tremor utterly broke Ethan.
Though it was the first time, her body didn’t merely accept him; it wrapped around his Dick as if gripping it tightly.
A depth entirely different from the emotions spilled in countless dreams and fantasies until now. Skin against Skin, Heart overlapping Heart, a single union bound by breath.
Ethan felt suffocated by the sensation. One more push, and he felt he would release everything. But he held back. Solely for greater pleasure.
Thrust—
“Ngh...! Ah... Aht...!”
He began to move, seeking to devour all of Lynette. Still, he only moved very carefully, filling her insides, which might still hurt.
“Aheuk... Aht, Aht... Ethan, wai, wait!”
Lynette’s Moan burst out shortly after. A sensation he, who had pushed his other self into her, couldn’t possibly miss. Her slender waist arched, and the space between her legs twitched, twitched, tightening.
‘...Now?’
Ethan held his breath as if he couldn't believe it. His movements had only just begun, but Lynette’s body was reacting even faster.
Lynette’s insides contracted sharply.
"Haaaa...!"
Before she could even feel the pain of her Hymen tearing, the foreign volume and stimulation filling her insides had driven her straight to the peak of pleasure.
Lynette threw her head back towards the Pillow as if to slow it down, but the pleasure was faster.
Having lost her Virginity, with the man’s Dick inside her for the first time, her body was reaching Climax in that state, with his member inside.
“E, Ethan... I... Aht, I why...”
Lynette mumbled, her mind filled with shame and bewilderment following the intense pleasure.