Free Web NovelChapter 61: Chapter 61- Rabbit Boost
Asperia gasped, her entire body shuddering as she took him in—inch by inch—her insides spasming, trying to resist the invasion even as her hips betrayed her and pressed down further.
Her knees dug into the sheets, trembling from the strain. Thighs stretched taut, her calves clenched, and her toes curled against the mattress.
Her pussy—tight, untouched—quivered as it was forced open, her walls struggling, fluttering, trying to mold around the pulsing heat of him buried inside. It wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t easy. It was too much—and her body knew it.
Her breath hitched in short, stuttering pants. Her chest rose and fell, her breasts swaying, soft mounds jiggling with each tremor that shook her.
She clung to his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping her tethered—fingernails dragging into his skin, leaving raw streaks behind.
Sweat trickled down her temple. Strands of her golden hair clung to her cheeks and lips. Her brow was tight with strain, lips parted as a small, helpless whimper spilled out.
Her hips trembled, hovering—caught between instinct to pull back and the heat blooming inside her that begged her not to.
"It... hurts," she whispered, brokenly.
Her voice cracked like thin glass. Her eyes glistened with tears she didn’t want to shed. She blinked rapidly, lashes wet.
Her core clenched around him again, raw muscle fluttering, and her whole body jerked in response.
The friction scraped—hot, sharp, unbearable—and still, her hips refused to lift, caught in that excruciating space where pain bled into something far more confusing.
Vex froze beneath her, his breath locked in his throat.
His hand came to her waist, anchoring her. Not pushing. Just holding. The other slid up her side, fingers brushing damp skin, tracing her ribs, until his palm cupped her cheek.
His thumb swept just below her eye, where moisture clung to flushed skin.
"Wait—" he murmured, but her legs were already shaking, her body fighting to rise off him, to escape the fire building inside. She lifted—barely—and flinched as the movement dragged more friction through her sensitive folds.
"Stop," he said again, voice tight with strain, but firm.
Then—he moved, not away, but with her—pressing her back to the bed with careful force, guiding her down with his hips. His cock pulsed inside her, thick and hard, veins bulging as her wet, swollen walls squeezed involuntarily.
She gasped at the stretch, her inner muscles flexing, trying to reject the intrusion even as slickness began to gather.
Her legs locked around his hips, trembling. Her cunt twitched, walls fluttering with every tremor of her breath.
Her body betrayed her—responding to him despite the pain. She pushed weakly at his chest, but didn’t speak. Her lip was caught between her teeth, and blood pricked from the pressure.
Her face turned to the side—shame, confusion, overwhelmed arousal—and then his hand gently turned her back.
"Look at me," he breathed.
Her gaze flickered. Wide. Glassy. Drenched in vulnerability.
And then—his eyes held hers. No cruelty. No wild dominance. Just that deep, grounding stillness. His pupils were blown wide, jaw set with iron restraint. He didn’t move. Didn’t thrust. Just stayed. Buried. Holding her.
His thumb brushed her trembling lower lip.
"I promise," he whispered, voice hoarse and low, "This pain... it’s the only one I’ll ever give you. My love."
Her breath shattered.
A tear slid down her cheek, trailing into her hair, disappearing into the sheets below.
Then—he moved.
Squelch
A slow, deliberate push forward. Not deep, but enough.
Her walls spasmed around him, dragging across every vein, every contour. Her hands clutched at his arms, nails scraping.
Her back bowed—lifting her bare breasts into his chest, her nipples rubbing against the heat of his skin as her moan ripped free, unguarded, raw.
Her thighs trembled around him, trying to close, but his weight kept them wide—kept her exposed, held open, claimed.
Her pussy gripped him, fluttering tight, pulsing with every small motion. She could feel herself dripping—each stroke stirring the slick inside her, coating him.
"Ahnn...V-vex..." she whimpered, her voice breaking with the weight of sensation. The confusion. The burn.
Then—he moved.
A slow, deliberate push.
Squelch...
Her insides clenched around him as he pulled back and eased forward again—deep, unhurried, letting her feel every vein, every throb of his length. Her body twitched at the sensation.
Her inner muscles, still not adjusted, fluttered violently against the motion.
Pah...
A wet sound, gentle but obscene, filled the space between them. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Nnngh..."
Pah...
Another thrust. Deep. Steady. Stretching her more each time.
"Ahnn... aah..."
He rocked into her slowly, never pulling out more than a few inches before pushing back in—filling her, claiming her inch by inch. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her toes curled tight.
His hand found her cheek again, guiding her gaze up to his. Her lashes fluttered—tear-wet, dazed—lips parted as breath left her in choked pants. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know how she was still holding on.
His hips moved again—slow, grinding—filling her to the deepest part, dragging her breath from her lungs as her back arched up to meet him.
Pah... pah... pah...
"Mmmnh... aaangh... hnn..."
Her voice shook with every motion, lips parting around helpless, high-pitched sounds as her body rocked in time with the thrusts.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, tighter and tighter, as if trying to mold to the thickness inside. She could feel him pulsing, and every time he moved, her walls throbbed in response, squeezing, struggling to keep up.
And still—he didn’t rush.
He just moved, slow and devastating.
Her breasts jiggled with the motion, soft and flushed, nipples dragging against his chest. Her body rocked in rhythm beneath him, helpless against the pressure building inside her. The heat. The wetness. The ache.
"Ahh... h-hnn... nghhh..."
Then—he leaned close.
His lips brushed her ear, his voice hoarse and raw.
"Just once... just once, let me hear your voice."
And then—he thrust.
Pahhh!
A single, brutal stroke. Fast. Deep. A raw slam that hit the end of her.
"AAAHHH—!"
She screamed—loud, unrestrained, her voice echoing through the room as her back snapped off the bed, arms tightening around him. Her pussy clamped down, pulsing madly, her body jerking from the shock.
"A-aahhh! Waait—!"
"Nnngh! It’s—ahh—!"
His cock throbbed deep inside her, buried to the root, twitching against her inner walls.
Her moans came unchained now—high, breathless, body writhing under him, confusion and pleasure melding into something primal. Her fingers raked down his back, leaving trails, needing something to hold, to anchor her.
Her eyes rolled up. Her thighs closed around him. Her hips bucked again.
Pah... pah... pah...
The slow rhythm returned—deeper now, every stroke dragging slickness from her soaked entrance. Her juices ran down her inner thighs, and still, her pussy kept pulsing, fluttering, craving more.
"Aangh... ngh... V-Vex..."
"Aaah... mmmn... d-don’t..."
"So deep... too full... haaah..."
She whimpered into his neck, voice broken.
Not in pain anymore.
Just overwhelmed. And wide open.
However, before she could even adjust to his rhythm and those deep thrusts, his hand moved, gripping her soft hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he lifted her, not completely but just angled her for deeper penetration.
"Aahh—wait—HNNGGGHH!" Just when she was about to say something, his hand shot out, and before she knew it, both of his hands were on her nipples, pinching them hard as they pressed against each other. He thrusted deep while grabbing her nipple a bit too tightly, sealing her lips shut.
’System.... use Eternal Mark....’
