Chapter 225

Chapter 225

From Cosmic Rascal to Professor.

Episode 225: Honeymoon (9)

The human anus is an incredibly sensitive organ that requires careful attention. Rushing in without proper preparation and foreplay risks serious injury to the delicate inner tissues.

Rustila seemed oblivious to this fact, having brought none of the necessary lubricants. Though it was also his first time, Aidel decided to take the lead, drawing on what knowledge he possessed.

He positioned himself somewhat awkwardly against a cushion, maintaining their 69 position while Rustila focused intently on performing fellatio. Aidel knew he should start by building arousal through gentle stimulation.

As his fingers traced delicate patterns up and down, teasing her sensitive skin, he felt her response immediately in the changing pressure below. Rustila’s grip on his shaft tightened instinctively, the space in her mouth constricting.

“Ugh!”

The sensation was mind-blowing.

Where Zelnya had provided subtle tickling sensations in that warm, tight space, Rustila created an intense vacuum effect, varying the pressure expertly as needed. Neither technique was necessarily superior – each had its unique appeal – but Rustila’s method seemed specifically designed to rapidly build toward climax.

Slap!

“Huh?!”

When he playfully struck both sides of her bottom simultaneously, Rustila jumped like a startled fish. Still maintaining her grip, the sudden motion sent waves of pleasure racing up his spine.

That was close. He had nearly lost control completely and came.

It seemed peculiar. Despite her claimed inexperience, Rustila’s natural abilities were remarkably advanced compared to what one might expect from a novice.

“Rusty, have you been practicing?”

“Phew…! No, I haven’t!”

She shook her head as if she was being accused of cheating.

Pure talent, then. Just as she was a prodigy with the plasma sword, she appeared equally gifted at pulling Excalibur, too.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he felt a warm sensation envelop his testicles.

“Rusti, what are you doing?”

“Oh, sorry…! Did it hurt? Maybe I shouldn’t…”

She had taken them in her mouth, rolling them gently like candy – an unexpected but not unwelcome development.

“No, it’s fine. You just surprised me – I wasn’t expecting that.”

“R-really? That’s a relief.”

She sighed, resuming her activity.

Time to progress further.

“This might feel cold.”

“Okay, hng…!”

Aidel applied the lubricant generously around her sensitive areas, causing her hips to twitch at the cool sensation. He started at the outer edges, gradually working inward like being drawn toward a center point, teasing with almost-but-not-quite penetration. Her sounds of pleasure drifted up from below.

“I’m going to insert one finger at a time. Tap my leg immediately if anything hurts. Understand?”

“…Okay.”

Her body responded to his words with an involuntary flutter.

Using an abundance of lubricant, he carefully inserted his smallest finger.

“Ugh…!”

The tightness was intense, but this was just the beginning. What followed would require patience – gentle, repeated motions until she relaxed enough to accept his entire pinky finger.

Zelnya wasn’t sure how long she’d slept. Upon waking, she rubbed her eyes and immediately noticed an unfamiliar sensation in her lower body. The memories of her first intimate experience came flooding back, bringing with them a renewed warmth throughout her body.

That first time had been intense, but subsequent encounters would allow her to explore different positions and sensations. As she contentedly replayed these memories, a woman’s passionate voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Ugh, ugh! Aidel…!”

The source of those sounds became immediately apparent – before her, Rustila and Aidel were completely absorbed in their mutual oral exploration, their bodies intertwined.

Zelnya crawled closer, observing Rustila’s breathless state.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t, ta, talk to me… Ahh!”

Ah, anal play. When the front wasn’t an option, use the back.

“It won’t be easy.”

Medically speaking, such activities could be risky without proper precautions. However, their unique situation might make it safer than usual.

After all, what was Virgo? One of the Zodiac 12 Constellations – beings known from historical records to be as obsessed with hygiene as they were with protecting virginity. They also possessed enhanced physical attributes: stamina, strength, agility, flexibility, and resilience.

Considering these factors, Zelnya decided there was no need for cautionary intervention. She settled in to observe quietly.

“Ha, ha…”

Eventually, Rustila’s body had relaxed enough to accommodate two fingers. Aidel repositioned her, choosing a modified missionary position with elevated hips rather than the standard positions.

“Should we use protection?”

“The Virgin Constellation handles that…”

Ironically, the Constellation’s abilities eliminated any hygiene concerns. Now, success depended entirely on how well Rustila could handle her husband’s endowment.

Aidel applied generous lubrication and positioned himself.

“Ready?”

“Uh, okay.”

“Start with shallow penetration and immediate withdrawal.”

Zelnya interjected, drawing surprised looks from both of them.

“What? I’m offering medical advice as a professional.”

Despite their rivalry, preventing injury was her duty as a physician.

“Haven’t I prepared enough?”

“Preparation isn’t everything, you fools. Especially given your size.”

Aidel acknowledged this with a nod before refocusing.

“Ugh!”

The sensation balanced between discomfort and pleasure as he entered slightly before withdrawing. Rustila took deep, measured breaths like someone recovering from exertion.

They repeated this careful dance – twice, three times, four times.

“Ah, ugh! Ughhhh…!”

After numerous attempts, she finally managed to accept the whole member. They paused, using an anal plug to maintain progress, before continuing.

An hour passed.

Schluck.

“Ughhh…!”

With more than half his length inside, Rustila’s voice emerged thick with pleasure – sweet as sugar and rich as molasses.

Zelnya watched in amazement at how quickly she’d adapted to such substantial girth.

From a medical perspective, Zelnya would have deemed this impossible. It was a testament to the depth of Rustila’s feelings for Aidel.

“I’m going to move. Tell me if anything hurts.”

“I said I will…”

Adding more lubricant, Aidel began a gentle rhythm. Her body responded naturally, accepting and releasing him in an almost organic motion.

Rustila maintained an awkward position, supporting her legs with both hands as she accommodated him.

“Haa, hngh…”

Fatigue began setting in – her arms numbing, inner thigh muscles quivering, and abdominal muscles straining from the position. Noticing signs of discomfort, Aidel slowed his pace and reached forward.

“A, Aidel, what are you… ah!”

“This feels good, doesn’t it?”

He peeled back the clitoral hood with his middle finger and gently rubbed it with his index finger.

The central point of female pleasure, corresponding to the male organ, trembled helplessly under the finger’s caress, urging the secretion of pleasure-inducing substances.

The dam of desire, already smoldering from continuous backdoor development, burst, releasing the juices of passion.

“Ah… ah, aaah…!”

Following her intense climax, her body relaxed further, adapting more readily to accommodate him.

“Whew, want to try a different position?”

“Uh, how?”

“Whatever feels most comfortable.”

“Th-then maybe this?”

Both Aidel and Zelnya were taken aback.

Rustila had assumed a position on all fours – upper body pressed against the bed, hips raised, hands gently spreading herself in invitation.

Her soldier’s training was evident in both her flexibility and directness.

“…Hurry, this is embarrassing.”

Her pleading was irresistible. There was no choice but to fully commit.

“Ah! Aah! Aaah…!”

With improved access, he could now move freely, hitting all the spots that made Rustila cry out. The grip tightened with each thrust, making it a constant battle to maintain control. One moment of lost focus means immediate release.

“Haaah…!”

Rustila’s mind went blank. The burning sensation in her rear, like being struck with a heated iron, was overwhelming. The mixture of not being able to see Aidel’s face combined with the intense pleasure created a unique tension.

Smack——!!

“Aaah…!”

When Aidel’s hand came down hard enough to sting, her arms – strong enough for countless push-ups – gave out completely.

The spanking continued over a dozen strikes, each one sending waves of pain-laced pleasure through her body. The sensation was addictively intense.

Eventually, her reddened flesh began moving instinctively in rhythm with Aidel’s thrusts.

Squish, squish, squish.

“Haaah…!”

She felt everything intensely. A part of her body that shouldn’t provide such pleasure was overwhelming her senses. She struggled with conflicting feelings – guilt over her apparent perversion and confusion at her masochistic enjoyment.

Yet, with each thrust, she felt herself climbing closer to climax.

“Rustila!”

“Aah, inside! Finish inside…!”

Aidel grasped her swaying hair, pulling back until her previously slumped body arched like a bow.

Spurt! Spurt!

After hours of buildup, his release finally came, painting her rectum. Simultaneously, Rustila, who had been stimulating her clitoris, scattered her love juices all over the place, causing the seal covering her groin to fall away.

Hug!

After their intense encounter, Rustila had accomplished her goal.

“Rusti, are you alright? Are you hurting?”

“A, a little…”

As semen leaked from her throbbing buttocks, she quickly reached for a special test tube, carefully collecting the fluid.

“… What’s that for?”

“They say external cultivation is possible with this.”

Rustila brushed away sweat-dampened hair, managing a tired smile.

“Direct pregnancy would be preferable… but this is our only option now.”

“You didn’t need to go to such extremes…”

“I wanted proof that this child came from our love. Even if only we know the truth.”

Deeply moved, Aidel caught Rustila as she collapsed from exhaustion after their extended encounter.

“You did wonderfully, honey.”

“Hehe…”

Zelnya clicked her tongue but had to acknowledge Rustila’s dedication. Few women would go to such lengths. She found herself feeling genuine respect for her rival.

“We should clean up.”

“Y-yeah.”

“What about these sheets?”

Exhausted and hungry, they eventually managed to wash up, order a late dinner, and retire early.

And throughout it all – from beginning to end – Sonia had silently witnessed the intimate encounters between the three.

“Ah, young master…”