Ch.98Twins (5)

“Uh, mm.”

My nose is pressed. Skin meets skin with a slight sting, and our front teeth collide, causing a small twinge of pain.

It’s clumsy. I can tell she’s never kissed anyone in her life.

Not that I’m in any position to judge.

“Mm, more. More.”

Isla clung to me with such fervor that one could say she was devouring me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her soft skin against mine through thin clothing, and pressed her lips against mine.

Her lips were soft, moist, and pleasurable against mine.

Even though it was just mucous membrane touching mucous membrane, there was an exciting sensation that made my blood rush.

It felt different from what I’d done with my sister when I was younger.

Perhaps because it was an action honest to desire? I clung to her, feeling almost liberated.

My hands naturally slipped under her clothes.

Isla pecked at my lips repeatedly like a bird pecking at seeds, then opened her mouth. I slid my lips against hers and pushed my tongue inside.

An action straight out of those videos I’d secretly watched. Isla seemed startled, her waist flinching slightly, but she squeezed her eyes shut and extended her tongue.

And so our tongues met.

The always-moist tips touched, and though I should have only felt the soft, wet sensation…

I was startled by the resistance I felt in my lower body.

How could this make me so excited?

I awkwardly caressed her tongue with mine, keeping them pressed together.

The movement was so awkward that I thought I’d be more skilled at sucking on candy or eating ice cream.

It looked like we were pushing each other’s tongues away, then trying to accept each other in, almost getting tangled.

Though that didn’t happen, I tasted Isla’s tongue, which felt slightly rough.

Perhaps because she hadn’t eaten anything, it had no taste.

“Eat something.”

Maybe because I thought so myself, Isla voiced a similar thought.

Her face flushed from heavy breathing, her ears fluttering, and her tear-filled face drawing close to mine again.

I spoke as I watched her close her eyes, begging for a kiss.

“That’s my line.”

There was no rebuttal. I covered her lips with mine. I opened and closed our pressed lips, blocking her before she could even exhale, making her face flush red.

Perhaps because of her pale skin, the redness suited her well. The feeling of doing something forbidden sent blood rushing to my lower body, making it hard.

I pressed my hardening self against her clothes while slowly moving my hand down from her waist.

I caressed her slender waist and smooth, toned abdomen. As I moved lower, I felt Isla’s waist flinch.

But she didn’t refuse or block me. Rather, she slightly raised her waist as if wanting it. Feeling this, I slipped my hand into Isla’s leather pants.

“Mmph, mm…”

For a moment, I thought I felt wetness.

The skin sticking to my hand was cold yet soft, and the sensation wrapping around my hand was satisfyingly substantial.

There was no underwear. What I touched directly was Isla’s large pelvis and buttocks.

I felt her swishing tail, which wrapped around my wrist and trembled. I slightly opened my eyes.

I saw Isla trembling, tears welling in her eyes.

When I pulled my lips away, she exhaled heavily and barely opened her eyes. Our eyes met.

A woman with reddened eyelids and hazy blue-gray eyes.

Even the way she leaned her head against my hand when I wiped away her tears was lovely.

After nuzzling against my hand affectionately, she met my eyes.

“Whyyy?”

“Because I want you to touch me.”

Isla tilted her head, but there was no need to elaborate.

My hand grabbed her wrist and guided it, and her gaze followed her wrist.

Isla’s eyes widened, and she froze.

I even heard her gulp.

When I lowered my pants, what was revealed was comparable to what I had when I still lived on Earth.

Isla looked at it with shock and faint fear in her trembling eyes.

“Here.”

Isla silently grasped my member.

I felt her body heat. It was hotter than the warm air felt when removing a blanket.

It wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but a subtle euphoria or pleasure guided me.

“What should I do…?”

“Touch it.”

Isla’s hand moved around my manhood. Her fingers, delicate and soft but with calluses from training, wriggled as they caressed me.

She kneaded the shaft and lightly pressed the glans with her thumb. Startled by the fluid that flowed, she pressed with her thumb and instinctively brought it to her lips.

Then, about to lick her thumb with her tongue slightly out, she stopped and looked at me.

Isla, still looking up at me, closed her eyes and smelled her thumb.

“Lewd smell.”

Then she brought her thumb to her mouth. Her extended tongue licked her thumb, and she moved her mouth.

“What is this?”

“It comes out when you have lewd thoughts.”

“Really?”

Her voice was still moist, but I nodded and kneaded her buttocks.

Isla flinched in surprise and met my eyes.

She stared at me with her blue-gray eyes, then deliberately licked her thumb with her extended tongue.

She licked her thumb with her long tongue, lowering her gaze to my manhood, and made her tongue crawl slowly to lick up every drop on her thumb.

Withdrawing her clean thumb, Isla spoke.

“Like this?”

Isla looked at my throbbing manhood and undressed.

With a hazily relaxed smile, trying to hide her sadness with tear-filled eyes, she removed her top.

Beneath the discarded top were large, snow-white breasts that she had once said would never feel as good as her tail.

“Like this…?”

The leather pants she removed were soaked and sticky.

As if to reveal that the sticky buttocks I had felt were due to her fluids, the leather pants made a heavy sound like wet clothes as they fell.

Isla’s naked body was both hazy and clear under the white moonlight.

Moving like in a dream, Isla lay on the bed, and when she whispered, I became curious.

“Will you do it for me?”

Is this really Isla’s first time, acting so seductively?

I would soon find out.

*

‘Does Isla have experience?’

That was the thought that suddenly came to Luwellin when he first considered doing it.

It was a fleeting thought, but a natural one.

After all, it was Luwellin’s first time.

But there was no need to ask, as he could easily confirm it soon.

Isla was also a virgin.

Luwellin was also a virgin, but that no longer mattered.

Heated breaths filled the room. Luwellin vaguely observed what he had done while feeling his breath mingling with hers.

It wasn’t quite a tragedy, but it was still quite devastating.

The bed was soaked with sweat.

The damp marks showed where their bodies had overlapped.

Luwellin’s large body outline plus Isla’s outline. It was truly a mark that suited the expression “becoming one.”

Luwellin unconsciously thought.

He hadn’t understood the expression “becoming one” until now, but perhaps it was because when their lower bodies were completely joined, filling each other without gaps, they truly became one.

That was the extent of it. Luwellin felt the sensation and skin that had wrapped around his manhood.

He recalled the pleasantly full breasts that filled his hands, the buttocks that cushioned and pushed back against him with each thrust, and the slender but graspable waist.

Only after all that did Luwellin realize what he had done.

Luwellin had mated.

This couldn’t be considered human lovemaking. It was rough and a type of intercourse where both moved seeking their own pleasure.

Even the slight twitching of the body, now drenched in sweat and no longer moving, proved the intense encounter.

He blankly observed that body.

Isla’s disheveled short hair was slick with sweat, and her drooping ears occasionally moved when her body twitched.

Her lungs, swelling and deflating with heavy breaths, accentuated her chest, and the sound of her slightly sobbing while hugging a pillow stimulated the man’s desire.

Among all, what caught his eye most was her spine.

The spine running from her shoulder blades to her pelvis.

Luwellin found that clearly visible spine arousing.

The single line of her spine itself proved her trained body.

That trained body had been defeated by his manhood. Completely collapsed, unable to even dream of resistance.

As a result, sweat ran down her spine. Sweat mixed with splattered semen flowed down and soaked into her tailbone.

More precisely, into the tail that had been swinging vigorously until recently but was now quietly wrapped around Luwellin’s wrist.

Could just a spine be this arousing?

He rediscovered his fetish as his manhood gradually hardened.

Her tail was still wrapped around his wrist.

It felt like an expression of intent.

Clinging as if not wanting to end yet, begging for more love, showing an obsession hoping to erase the pain.

Luwellin gazed at Isla’s open crevice that wouldn’t close, then reached out his hand.

With that extended hand, he gently stroked down her spine. A sound like a feline’s scream, “hiyak,” was heard. It was the scream of a woman collapsed from continued stimulation.

Below, her legs were spread apart, resting limply on the bed. When he tried to part them to occupy the space between, they spread without resistance.

Luwellin felt a sense of conquest as he pressed the tip of his lower body against her crevice.

A creaking sound rang out. Semen leaking from the open crevice stained his already marked manhood.

‘Should I continue?’

The momentary doubt quickly evaporated. Isla, who had been burying her face in the pillow, had slightly raised her head and was looking at Luwellin from the corner of her eye.

Her eyelids were red, her lips closed, her eyes hazy but clearly directed at Luwellin.

Luwellin couldn’t resist after meeting those blue-gray eyes. There was no reason not to give what was clearly desired.

He put his weight on Isla’s slender body.

Following a slicing sound, pressure filled Isla’s abdomen. Isla suppressed the sudden urge to vomit while rejoicing at the anticipated stimulation.

It was too big. Naturally, since she had never inserted anything there in her life, but Isla breathed heavily.

Even with her mouth open, she could only gasp for breath, unable to speak. She could only grip the blanket on the bed as if enduring the oncoming pleasure.

Soon it continued.

With a creak, it moved. His manhood traversed her insides. It felt like a hot iron moving inside her.

At first, it only hurt, but she became accustomed to the rough movement, and now it felt good.

Rather, it felt so good it was strange. The arm wrapped around her waist as she exhaled heavily.

He kneaded her breasts. Her large breasts distorted in his hands, and he rolled her pink nipples with his fingertips beyond the areolas, but she couldn’t stop those hands.

The difference in strength was evident. Isla’s eyes were wide open, staring blankly into space.

A clear liquid spurted out, and climax came. It whitened her mind, then receded, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.

She curled and uncurled her toes, and unconsciously bit her lips at the successive climaxes.

“I’m, coming, stop, sto—”

Perhaps it’s called madness to repeat something knowing it’s futile. Isla still pretended she needed rest, but Luwellin didn’t listen.

Rather, her melting voice, her pleading, her honest admission spurred Luwellin on.

So Luwellin thrust down mercilessly. He raised his knees and moved his hips quickly back and forth.

A movement with almost no technique, barbaric yet honest to desire.

But because of that, it felt intense to Isla, who had been a virgin.

“Uh, ah, ngh, uuuuh…!”

Barely making sounds through her teeth, then gritting them, unconsciously moving her legs to kick the bed, but Luwellin didn’t retreat.

Rather, he pressed down with his weight and strength, mercilessly thrusting his hips onto Isla’s buttocks as if saying, isn’t this what you want?

Her consciousness became distant. In that distant moment, he brought her back to reality and pressed down again, repeatedly.

With a hissing sound, clear liquid poured from her crevice, or Isla curled up and trembled in intense pleasure, but Luwellin didn’t stop.

Because this was actually what Isla wanted.

To be filled with intense pleasure and love to momentarily forget loss, and to be forcibly pressed down and fed happiness.

Isla desired domination, so Luwellin provided it.

The mingling sounds were diverse.

The sound of randomly probing the fluid-filled vagina with a large member, the embrace willingly accepting her beloved man’s manhood despite being soaked with fluid.

And the sound of fluid being expelled, unable to withstand the stimulation.

Isla, her neck flushed bright red, was now panting with her tail wrapped around Luwellin’s waist.

Breathing was difficult. It wasn’t like this when he first entered, when they first overlapped their bodies, when their bodies touched and they exchanged kisses.

Rather, at that time, Isla was closer to leading. Not out of composure.

But it quickly flipped. As climaxes repeated, and semen filled her insides enough to fill every fold of her vagina.

Tireless stamina and infinite virility ultimately caught the excellent hunter.

So it came to this.

Isla gripped the blanket in her hands, panting and bouncing her hips.

“Stay still.”

Luwellin commanded with a growling sound. Even that bass voice pleased Isla. So she unconsciously gritted her teeth and tried to keep her hips still.

It didn’t work well, but Luwellin kindly pressed her down with his body to keep her still.

Heat rising from her womb circulated throughout her body, reddening her head and blurring her consciousness.

Isla couldn’t even resist, and with each backward pull and forward thrust of Luwellin’s hips, she made sounds like she was about to pass out, sticking out her tongue and drooling.

It could be said she felt like she was going crazy.

Only after climaxing once more did she realize the position had changed.

Somehow, Isla was now with her buttocks raised high, her wrists held, being used like a tool.

Vulgar moans flowed from her mouth, and when she noticed and tried to suppress them, tears streamed down.

With the merciless hip movements, she thought her womb being pounded would bruise.

Only the semen pouring like medicine was gentle.

Semen? In her hazy consciousness, Isla panted with her face buried in the pillow, feeling the warmth filling her.

There was another ejaculation. It was so full that it sloshed and flowed out of her vagina.

With each hip movement, the whitened shaft dropped semen onto the bed.

Words came out regardless of her will.

That she felt like she was dying, that it felt good, that she loved it.

Luwellin silently listened to her mixed words.

A slightly extended hand flipped her over.

So she faced the ceiling. She faced Luwellin.

His gray eyes were hot with heat. Seeing those eyes, Isla unconsciously spread her arms.

Her chest felt warm as they embraced.

And the whispered words.

“This is the last one.”

Words like consolation. Isla unconsciously replied.

Mmm, she lightly bit Luwellin’s shoulder with her slightly open mouth, as if rewarding the hand gently stroking the back of her head.

Then the manhood inside twitched from the pain and soon began moving again.

In that distant pleasure and blurring consciousness, Isla wrapped her legs around Luwellin’s waist.

With each pressing movement inside, her eyes hazily unfocused and refocused repeatedly. With each weighted thrust, her filled vagina spurted fluid, and her bite on his shoulder strengthened.

Despite the stinging, spreading pain in his shoulder, Luwellin felt the gradually approaching sensation of ejaculation.

Pleasure filling from the root to the tip. The sun slowly rose over Luwellin’s head, and receiving the sun’s warm light on his back, Luwellin thrust his hips deeply, reaching the deepest point.

Hearing a single exclamation, he released everything he had been holding back.

His testicles contracted, vomiting their contents. Sticky yet thinned semen filled Isla’s insides then spilled onto the bed, and Isla finally lost consciousness and collapsed.

Isla’s limbs flopped onto the bed, and Luwellin withdrew his shrinking manhood and panted.

Under the falling sunlight, Isla lost consciousness, unable to move a finger.

“…Phew, success.”

And what Isla heard before losing consciousness were those words.

The woman with open eyes and tilted head couldn’t ultimately say that this wasn’t what she had wanted.

For a virgin with infinite stamina doesn’t understand the human heart.

Isla fainted, having learned one valuable lesson.