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Princess Chihime's seductive cleft is gripping my son tightly.
Being petite, her vagina is narrow and tight.
However, even that lustful cleft that tries to devour my big sun gradually softens its hostility as time passes.
Indeed, Princess Osamu's honey pot was now diligently and faithfully serving my rigid penis.
"Osamu... it's really tight inside you..."
He slowly moved his hips, holding her close and whispering in her ear.
"And it's so warm..."
"N-no..."
With her face flushed with shame, and shaking her head trembling, Princess Chihime still wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me tightly.
Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest, and I could feel the presence of her firm nipples.
"Osamu... Are you in pain? Are you okay?"
"Ah, yes...!"
When I pushed her bangs back in concern, Princess Chihime smiled bravely, tightened her embrace even more, and pressed her body against mine.
Whether it's because her stomach skin is thin, or because she's petite, the slight bulge that has appeared on her abdomen rises and falls in rhythm with the movement of my hips.
Compared to Ichihime's, Osamuhime's honey pot is overwhelmingly lacking in moisture. For her, just my movements must be a considerable burden.
"Ah... it, it hurts..."
"Hey, hey!"
"N-no! It's nothing, it's really nothing—please continue...please continue...!"
I thrust my hips in too deeply, causing her to let out a cry of agony—but then Princess Chihime immediately urged me to continue.
While I appreciate her spirit, I also feel ashamed of myself.
"Are you really okay...? If you're feeling unwell or sick, please let me know immediately—"
"N-no, I don't want to...!"
Haruhime dismissed my concern with sharp words of denial.
Then, as I stopped moving, she began to move, rubbing herself against my waist.
"Uh... uhh... ah, hi, hi... ah..."
Despite screaming, Haruhime showed no intention of stopping the movement of her hips.
It's like having a stake driven deep into your body.
It must be painful, it must be agonizing.
And yet, as she held me close and shook me, she was shedding tears of happiness.
"Osamu..."
I was speechless at her horrific state, and all I could do was wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead with my fingertips.
Haruhime took my hand and rubbed it against her cheek.
"I'm alive... I'm right beside you, and... it hurts..."
—Those words carry weight.
"If it's pain you inflict on me... I will endure it, I will endure it... no matter what the outcome may be, I will absolutely..."
And that means walking alongside Princess Osamu.
I'm sure she'll grit her teeth and follow me wherever I go, even if it's a road to hell that leads nowhere but to ruin.
Faced with Princess Osamu like that, I too had to steel myself.
He gripped her waist tightly and slowly—and even deeper—pushed his big sun deeper and deeper inside her.
"H...hiu, ah, aaa..."
Haruhime's back arched backward, and her mouth opened and closed rapidly, like a fish gasping for air.
Then, as I slowly pull my penis back, she lets out a big sigh, and as I thrust into her, she gasps.
"Remember this, Osamu... This is me. This is who I am. Remember it, and completely erase everything else—everything else."
At my words, Haruhime squeezed her eyelids shut, gritted her teeth, and nodded desperately.
Big Sun penetrated deeply, reaching almost to the cervix, in an attempt to completely dominate the vaginal canal, and she endured his brutality with all her might, groaning in pain.
"Hey—has anyone made it this far?"
"N-no one was there...! No one else was this big...!"
My big sun was being sucked on by rough, lustful flesh that was covered in saliva.
Haruhime's vaginal opening, filled with complex and diverse protrusions, challenges my foolish penis from various angles and in different ways every time I move.
Indeed, it seems that Princess Osamu's honey pot possesses the temperament of a strategist, much like its owner.
And—having not experienced sex for quite some time, I had no chance against Chihime's onslaught.
"First, you need to learn it from the bottom of your body...!"
"Ah, ahhhh..."
As she clung to me, wrapping her legs around my waist, Haruhime received my semen deep inside her body.
He gripped Haruhime's waist tightly and ejaculated a tremendous amount of semen in a spurting motion.
—It's to the point where I start to doubt my own body, wondering if I have a sperm storage facility specifically for insemination.
"Th-this much... so much..."
As semen flows back out of the point of contact, Haruhime mutters with a dazed expression.
However, that expression was soon replaced by one of astonishment as I began to move.
"W-why... ahhh, why..."
As she was at the mercy of the rhythm of my hips, Haruhime was confused and gripped my back tightly.
"Well... gentlemen, once they've released..."
"Don't be ridiculous. With a body as beautiful as yours, there's no way I'd be satisfied with just one time."
"Uh, ah... yeah..."
Haruhime's honey pot was a messy, slimy mess of her love juice and the semen I had ejaculated.
Thanks to that, insertion is smooth, and I feel like I'm in a much better state.
And the fact that insertion became smoother meant that the burden on Haruhime's body had been greatly reduced.
"Ahhh... ah, ah... mm, mmm..."
Sweet moans began to escape from Haruhime's lips, and a sticky, squelching sound echoed from where Haruhime and I were joined.
When Big Sun tries to pull out, Chihime's vaginal opening resists as if clinging on and saying "Don't come," clenching tightly.
Then, she runs her fleshy protrusion along the constricted part of my glans, which juts out like an umbrella, and begs me in a submissive manner—to stay here forever.
"Osamu... damn, this feels so good...!"
Haruhime's vagina, which seemed to know exactly how to please a man, was truly seductive, and if one hadn't known Ichihime's, it was such a magnificent vessel that one would want to throw everything away and drown in it.
—This is truly something that no ordinary person could endure.
Most men would probably be unable to withstand the initial thrusts and ejaculate within the first thrust of insertion followed by withdrawal.
Getting to three and a half strokes would be quite an achievement.
(Or perhaps, because of such a magnificent instrument... Princess Osamu suffered terribly.)
While thinking such thoughts, I ejaculated again in a spectacular display.
But it would be a waste to stop thrusting just to ejaculate—that's how incredibly wet and irresistible this pussy is, enough to make any man cry.
As I ejaculated, I thrust my hips, smearing my semen all over every corner of Chihime's body.
"Th-that's... ah... doing that... No, that's not right... that's definitely weird, really weird...!"射精is
Indeed, in this case, Haruhime might be right.
The human body is not designed to repeatedly thrust while ejaculating.
—But there's no helping it, as the sight of Princess Chihime writhing in agony and the pleasure she brings to her lower body urges him to push beyond the limits of the human body.
As Princess Chihime writhes and twists her hips, her lustful cleft twists as well, licking and sucking my glans from different angles, so I have to somehow fight back against this too.
As I ejaculated for the third time into Haruhime's womb, I pressed my lips against hers as she let out an indistinct cry of pleasure.
If they raise their voices too loudly, there's a chance the soldiers of the Asai and Oda families guarding the area around Kinka-ji Temple might hear them.
—However, it might already be too late.
As we passionately intertwined our tongues, I didn't forget to thrust my hips and torment Princess Chihime.
Perhaps Haruhime has become intoxicated by the atmosphere as she continues to receive my ejaculation, or perhaps her body has started to run wild in an attempt to receive the rhythm of my hips and gain deeper pleasure—now her hips are swaying obscenely.
"Why... why... why does it feel so... so good...!"
"Oji…"
There was no longer any pain on Haruhime's face. Only confusion remained.
Indeed, she began to get used to my rigidity.
That meant her body was being remade—it was beginning to be reorganized into the body of my wife.
"I don't understand... I don't understand... No, it's scary... It feels good, but it's scary...! Ah, no, I don't want to anymore...! I'm going to become weird, weird... I'm going to die...!"
For her, sexual intercourse was nothing more than a symbol of pain.
However, now, through our loving union, she is experiencing sensations she has never felt before.
Amidst countless pains, a single moment of pleasure appeared. How should Haruhime interpret it? Her heart must be utterly torn.
And as for me, I held her tightly in my arms, devoured her soft lips, and thrust my hips relentlessly.
"It's okay, just stay like that... just let yourself feel good and let yourself go."
"No... no...! I don't understand, why... it's... scary...!"
It seemed that Haruhime's mind was in a chaotic state, caught between pleasure and the rational part of her mind trying to reject it.
The way her soft breasts sway with the movement of her hips, and the way she writhes her body as if trying to escape pleasure—it visually arouses a strong excitement in me.
"Why does it feel good?... That's not so simple, is it?"
I licked the earlobe of the writhing Princess Chihime and blew a breath on it.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Because I love you. I love you, and you love me—that's basically it."
"Ah, ahhh...!!"
Haruhime's hips trembled violently.
And I thrust my hips, being extremely faithful to my sexual desires, and extremely faithful to my desire to love her.
"I love you, Osamu..."
"Me too... Me too...!"
The inserts are accelerating rapidly.
As her body was violently shaken, Princess Osamu desperately tried to communicate with me.
But that too was interrupted by her own moans—she hugged me tightly, trying to convey the depth of her feelings.
"Oh no... I'm going to disappear... I'm going to disappear..."
Inspired by those words, I held her tightly, as if to confirm her presence and hold her close—and there she was, without a doubt.
Unlike men, she has soft skin, and—she's someone I absolutely want to make happy.
"You won't disappear... You're here. I'll hold you close... No matter what happens, I'll never let you go."
"Yes... yes...!"
As I kneaded her soft breasts, Haruhime placed her slender fingertips on top of my hands.
Sensing what she wanted, I removed my hand from her chest and intertwined my fingers with hers again, holding her hand tightly.
It's strange how simply doing that can make you feel pleasantly happy.
"Ah... no, it'll disappear... haa... it'll be ruined..."
With unfocused eyes, Haruhime desperately stared at my face, conveying the dire situation with lewd moans.
I moved my hips even more vigorously, and I became aware of the urge to ejaculate rising within me again.
When Chihime squeezed my hand tightly, her vaginal opening tightened around my penis in response.
And so I—giving up on holding back, thrust my big dick into Haruhime with all my might, slamming the head of my penis against her cervix.
"I'm going to release it, I'm going to release it...!!"
"Ah, ah, aa
Haruhime leaned back sharply, her chest thrusting out.
Her hips twitched violently, and at the same time, her breasts jiggled.
Meanwhile, my big dick was spurting out an incredible amount of semen directly into Haruhime's uterus, far more than you'd expect from a fourth time.
"Ah... ah... hyah..."
The pleasure of releasing the thick, viscous semen, which is being poured into Haruhime's womb in throbbing bursts, as if squirting it out through a hose.
I suppose the biggest factor was that he hadn't been able to have sex with Ichihime.
For me, sex and other sexual acts are similar but fundamentally different—in the sense of being a sperm tank.
—A feeling of liberation, something I hadn't experienced in a long time, enveloped me.
"It's hot... My lord... It's hot inside my stomach..."
Chihime savored the afterglow of intercourse, her body and voice trembling as she slowly stroked and rubbed her own stomach.
I can only hope that, even if it takes time, she will come to understand that sexual intercourse between a loving man and woman is a very pleasurable and wonderful thing.
Haruhime's honey pot stopped its intense contractions and now continued its passionate kisses with its fleshy walls, as if engaging in afterplay.
She continues to serve my glans and my shaft, where the veins bulge, evenly, demonstrating the depth of her affection.
If I were to pull Big Sun out of Chihime, her sensual opening would widen, causing the semen that had been held inside to be released and gush out in large quantities.
Realizing that it would be bad to let any more of it spill onto the tatami mat, I quickly pushed the semen into Haruhime's vagina with my fingertips and then embraced her from behind—
—Using both hands, he spread her legs wide, in what is known as a "shameful hold" or "peeing pose," and carried her over to the ashes of the hearth, then with his fingertips, he spread her vulva wide open.
Indeed, with a lewd spurt, a large amount of semen cascaded down like a waterfall—and Haruhime stared at the obscene sight in a daze.
It seemed as though he was no longer able to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.
"It was wonderful, Osamu..."
As I laid her down on the futon that had been prepared for us for the first time, I whispered to her while I ran my fingers through her bangs.
Her face instantly turned crimson with shame, and she covered her face with both hands and lay face down.
While it certainly hides her face, now her cute butt is completely exposed.
"I really want to see your beautiful face..."
"N-no...it's embarrassing...! I'm so embarrassed...!"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, is there? I told you, you were so... wonderful..."
Even modern shojo manga wouldn't say something like that.気障Dashing , I lay down beside her and gently stroked her back.
She had only ever been treated terribly by men up until now.
I feel like I need to shower her with love from now on.
"Besides, we're going to do this many more times... We're going to live together until we die. Eventually, we won't care about each other's embarrassing parts anymore."
When I pulled Haruhime into my arms, she immediately pressed her face against my chest and wrapped her arms around me affectionately, hugging me tightly.
When I pushed her bangs aside and kissed her forehead, she looked up at my face from her chest, her expression suggesting she was expecting something.
"I wish they'd just said something like that..."
"But it's embarrassing, isn't it...?"
As we kissed deeply, bathed in the light of the hearth, as Princess Haruhime had requested, her cheeks flushed, and with a mixture of happiness and absolute trust, she buried her face in my chest once again.
Her appearance was the complete opposite of what she had shown during the falconry—and I felt as if I had touched upon the true essence of who she was.