Side Story – The Eagle and the Mouse (11)

The first time experiencing intimacy with a man.

Though initially hesitant, not knowing what to do, Mezlen managed to ‘raise’ his member with Harold’s help. However-

“…Uh, uhhh…”

Faced with his ‘massive’ member, which seemed far too large for her to take, Mezlen let out a noticeably flustered voice.

“H-Harold-nim…”

“…What’s wrong?”

“D-Do you really… put ‘this’ inside me…?”

She vaguely remembered asking Seraphine-unni about the Hero’s size and being told it was similar to a ‘carrot.’

Seraphine had also mentioned that since he was the Hero, it might be slightly larger than average. So Mezlen had assumed it would at least be smaller than an eggplant.

‘B-But this looks more like a zucchini or eggplant than a carrot…’

Unable to help herself, she cautiously placed her hand on his erect member and gently pressed it against her lower abdomen to gauge how much of it would enter her body.

After some mental calculations, she concluded that it would have to go far deeper than she thought possible, causing her body to tremble slightly.

‘Liar, Seraphine-unni… It’s way bigger than I thought…’

Not that Seraphine had lied. It was simply that the men of the Blackwood family had always been… generously endowed by bloodline.

Seeing Mezlen’s fearful expression as she stared at his member, Harold gently suggested they stop.

“If you’re scared, we can stop. I wasn’t expecting much anyway.”

“N-No… I-I can do this… I-I can handle this much…”

“Even my wife struggled with it every time. It took her a while to get used to it. Given how much smaller you are than Tanathia… honestly, I can’t imagine you managing it in just one night.”

“……”

Though she appreciated Harold’s consideration, Mezlen had no intention of giving up.

This was the culmination of years of longing for her first love-she couldn’t just let the night pass without doing anything.

*Lick*

“Hngh, hnngh…”

*Lick, lick*

“Hngh, hnn… Hnngh…”

Maybe if she coated it thoroughly with saliva, it would go in more easily.

With that optimistic hope, Mezlen slowly and carefully used her tongue and lips to moisten Harold’s member.

“……”

‘…She’s really trying.’

Harold watched silently, neither stopping nor encouraging her.

Since he had already agreed to spend the night with her, he had no right to interfere.

Besides, ever since Mezlen had stroked him to full hardness, his own desires had begun stirring.

Having lived alone for over twenty years after losing his wife, the primal instinct to reproduce was something even he couldn’t suppress-even if the girl in front of him was young enough to be his daughter.

*Lick, sluuurp*

“Pfuh, hnngh…”

“……”

Eventually, Mezlen seemed satisfied with how wet she had made him and carefully pulled her lips away.

Then, with a determined expression, she slowly rose from his lap.

“I-I’m putting it in, Harold-nim… I-I’m really going to do it…”

“You’re doing it yourself?”

“…Y-Yes…”

“…Fine. Do as you wish.”

Harold had considered taking over if it seemed too painful for her, but her confident response made him hold back.

After all, the decision wasn’t his to make-it was the Princess’s. And truthfully, he still wasn’t particularly eager to sleep with Mezlen.

*Squelch*

“Ngh, hnngh…”

Slowly lowering her hips, Mezlen’s entrance stretched around Harold’s member.

To any observer, it would seem impossible for something so large to fit inside her, but her resolve was unwavering.

*Squelch, squelch!*

“Nghh, hnngh!! Hnnngh!!”

*Squeeeeze…*

“Hnnnngh!! Haa, h-haaahh!!”

Though her voice bordered on sobbing and screaming, she continued-bit by bit, inch by inch-forcing the thick shaft deeper inside her.

*Pop*

“Ghk!!!”

*Squeeeeze!!!*

With a sound like something tearing inside her, Mezlen took more than half of Harold’s member in one go.

“Ghhhhnnnnnnnn…!!!”

The pain was so intense she couldn’t even finish her scream.

It was the first time she had ever experienced such agony-and something she would only endure once in her life.

“Haaa, hnngh, aaaahh!!”

“…Are you alright?”

“Nghh… Haa, i-it huuurts…”

Shedding all dignity as a princess (though she hadn’t had much to begin with), Mezlen sobbed on top of Harold’s lap.

“……”

Watching her trembling form, Harold found himself reminiscing about the past.

‘Aah, it huuurts!! It hurts, Harold!!’

‘S-Sorry, but bear with it a little longer. Even I can’t shrink my size for you, Tanathia…’

‘Y-You never said it’d hurt this much!! Hnngh, h-hnngh…’

…Tanathia had also burst into tears during her first time.

In fact, compared to her, Mezlen was handling it rather well.

Unlike Tanathia, who had pounded his chest in protest, Mezlen simply bit down on his wrist and endured the pain silently.

“Hnngh, snff, hnngh… Hnnngh…”

“…Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But this size isn’t something I can control.”

“Haa, n-no, Harold-nim… I-I’ll… I-I’ll try harder, I-I can do it…”

*Squelch, squelch.*

“Ngh, ghk!! Haaaahh!!”

Even though she was already full, Mezlen tried to push the remaining quarter of his length inside.

This was nothing like the concept of sex Harold knew. Intimacy was meant to be an act of love and shared pleasure between two people.

But what they were doing now was far from that. Mezlen sought only his affection, while he was merely taking physical pleasure from her.

…Despite the responsibility and guilt that had led to this, Harold couldn’t let things continue like this.

*Squelch, squelch…*

“Haa, hnngh!! Haaaahh!!”

“…Stop. Forcing it further will only hurt you more.”

“N-No! I-I can do it, just a little more…!!”

“It’s not about how much you take. Forcing it won’t make it any better for me.”

“…R-Really?”

“Since I’ve only been making you suffer, at least let me teach you how intimacy between a man and woman should be.”

With those words, Harold wrapped his arms around Mezlen’s waist and lifted her slightly.

Then, he brought his face close to hers and gently pressed his lips against hers.

*Smooch*

“Nn, hnngh?!”

*Smooch, smooch*

“Nngh, h-hnngh… Hnnngh…”

Though startled by the sudden kiss, Mezlen had no intention of pulling away.

Since he had rejected her earlier, she had given up on the idea-but now that Harold had initiated it himself, she cherished every second.

Having waited so long for even a moment of affection from him, their kiss lasted until she nearly forgot the pain in her lower half.

*Smooch*

“Hnngh, hnn, hehh…”

“…Sorry for hesitating. But now that I understand your feelings, I’ll hold you properly from now on… Mezlen.”

“H-Harold-nim…”

“…Just don’t blame me if I’m a little rough. I was never particularly gentle with my wife either.”

“Y-Yes… I-I’m prepared, Harold-nim…”

At this point, no warning from Harold could shake Mezlen’s resolve.

The pain from her torn hymen had dulled, and his impossibly large member had become somewhat bearable.

Now, all that remained was to share a genuine, heartfelt connection with him-the very thing she had longed for most.

Even if the process was rough, it didn’t matter… or so she thought-

*Squeeeeze!!*

“Ghh, hnnngh…?!”

-for a brief moment, at least.