Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 12

Compared to pleasure, the sensation of foreignness and being overwhelmed was definitely stronger. It felt like I’d been pierced from below by a solid harpoon, unable to budge even an inch. I wriggled little by little, trying to relax the tension in my body.

My upper body moved more easily, so I bit the fingers of one hand and brought the other to my stomach. Maybe it was just in my head, but my usually flat stomach felt slightly distended, as if pushed up by the length inside me.

“I’ll help you.”

Watching what I was attempting, Nardi moved his hands upward. He gently caught my wrist so I couldn’t bite my fingers, then softly massaged my forearms and shoulders. His hands moved down to my chest, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs and kneading my breasts. Milk came out from the tips and wet his palms.

His warm hands easing my tense body slowly relaxed me. My widely spread thighs still felt paralyzed and hard to move, but at least my upper body loosened. Curious, I lifted my head slightly and glanced at the point where we were connected.

“….”

Of course it was this hard.

His thick shaft, as wide as my vulva, was savagely stretching my entrance. Even though my vagina was completely filled, there was still a long portion of him outside. From my vulva to his shaft, it looked like one straight line connecting us.

Just like how a wound doesn’t hurt until you see the blood, confirming the point of connection made everything feel even more overwhelming. I turned my head away and laid it back on the pillow. Legs spread open, I lay there accepting Nardi’s terrifying shaft and his gentle hands.

“Can I move now?”

Apparently keeping it still required an enormous amount of patience.

“Yeah.”

The moment I answered, his shaft began to move. That monstrous girth scraped along my tightly pressed inner walls as it slid out, and once he pulled out partway, he pushed back in, dragging along the inner walls.

“Hhngh….”

Thick and hard, his shaft rubbed as if crushing my inner walls while moving back and forth. When he withdrew until only the glans remained wedged at the entrance, it was bearable for a moment, but as soon as he pushed in again, the passage he’d just stretched forcefully tightened and was then spread open all over again. My vagina and his shaft clung together without a single gap.

“Ahh, ah….”

The length was so excessively long that he moved inside me with plenty of room. As he thrust several times, he stroked my body, especially kneading my breasts like dough. White milk kept flowing, and so did my juices below. To make his tight thrusts move more smoothly, my vaginal walls kept releasing lubrication.

“Does it feel good?”

Nardi, who said he’d sell his soul to a devil, looked overwhelmed with pleasure and joy. For some reason, he looked moved, almost overwhelmed.

“It feels so good I can’t even describe it. What about you, Senior?”

“I think… it’s okay.”

To be honest, it felt a bit strange. A part of him, the very center of him, was inside me. The most intimate parts of our bodies were meshing together with precise tightness. Whenever his shaft pulled out, the connection grew shallower, and when he pushed in, it locked deeply again.

“It’ll feel even better the more we do it.”

…The more?

The way he spoke as if assuming we’d have sex again made me widen my eyes. But the moment the tip struck my deepest point, I immediately winced and shut them tight.

“I imagined it thousands and tens of thousands of times, but the real thing feels completely different.”

“You must think about dirty things all the time.”

“I can’t deny that.”

Nardi smiled handsomely. Despite everything, he didn’t look like a pervert at all.

“Hngh, so… how’s it different?”

“I can feel the inside directly and vividly. It’s so hot and tight… I can’t endure it. Please relax a little more.”

“You’re just too big. I’m begging you, can’t you make it smaller? You know shrinking magic.”

“…I’ll do my best.”

He continued thrusting without another word.

All my senses gathered at the point where we were joined. I couldn’t help but follow the movement of his shaft in my mind. It plunged in deeply, tapped against the flesh it met, then pulled out just as far, scraping my inner walls. With each repeated thrust, it felt like the passage gradually opened.

Nardi’s center was like a weapon, thick to a ridiculous degree no matter where along its length you measured, and it even seemed to grow thicker toward the base. Because of that, my entrance stretched so tight it felt like it would tear, the pressure overwhelming. The flesh below my entrance was pushed aside and flattened as the shaft moved back and forth. Every time the thick glans struck the deepest point, a chilling, electrifying pleasure spread.

I forced my eyes open, which kept closing on their own, and met Nardi’s gaze. He was looking down at me steadily, so I wanted to return it. With the last of my strength, I lifted my gaze to his violet eyes. As our bodies moved together, we stared blankly into each other’s eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.”

As if drawn in, he leaned his upper body down.

His soft lips met mine, parted by pleasure, and he pushed his tongue in the way he pushed his shaft inside me. His warm, soft tongue swept through every corner of my mouth before curling around mine and sucking. With my eyes closed, I instinctively moved my tongue, intertwining it with his. From bottom to top, I felt connected to him everywhere, and we shared a deep kiss in matching rhythm.

Just like with sex, kissing was also my first time, but it had its own sweet sensation. Like butter melting smoothly under the sunlight. The lower connection was harsh, forcefully rubbed because of his size and hardness, but our lips above moved gently. The contrast felt strange yet naturally harmonious. Mixing saliva in a thick kiss, I turned my head aside when I ran out of breath.

“Haa….”

Smooch-

Nardi kissed my cheek lightly and straightened his back. As if following some natural rule, both his hands moved to my breasts and rubbed my nipples. When he grabbed my nipples from the side and squeezed, a little milk came out. Then his fingertips slid from outside the areola to the inside, making the milk spray harder. Because I was lying down, the milk shot upward like a fountain. From several ducts in both nipples, milk spurted out at different angles.

Was today milk liberation day….

I blankly watched the milk gush out without restraint. As Nardi busily squeezed and drank my milk, he increased the speed of his thrusts. His shaft rubbed quickly against my inner walls, making bursts of pleasure explode inside me.

“Aaah, ah, aaah….”

Without realizing it, at some point, pleasure had overtaken the overwhelm. The huge shaft I’d been wary of, moving in and out while spreading my vagina to match its size, was insanely stimulating. It stretched out every tight fold of my inner walls, flattening the horizontal ridges as it passed, and its tip pressed the deepest points again and again. As the tiny spaces inside were pressed then opened, pleasure mixed with a strange urge, like the sensation before peeing.

“Hh, aaah….”

Squish, squish-

Moist sounds filled the room as he rubbed through the soaked space.

“Ahhk!”

Maybe his goal was to drown me in pleasure, because Nardi lowered one hand and rubbed my clitoris. His milk-wet fingers found my clitoris and rolled it, making sharp pleasure shoot through me. His relentless hand and thrusts made the pleasure rise fast. Strength filled my limbs, my feet stretched out, and in the hazy fog of my mind, the pleasure swelled and swelled until finally, I climaxed.

“Hhh…!”

It felt like time stopped as I floated. From the points where he rubbed me to the deepest place inside, a peak of pleasure rippled. My mind went blank; I couldn’t think at all.

“…!”

Then strength drained from my body all at once, and time began to move again.

Pleasure from my pussy spread through my entire body, tingling all the way to my fingertips and toes. It felt like a massive wave of pleasure was crashing over me. Experiencing such a powerful climax for the first time in my life, tears gathered in my eyes.

It was a climax on a completely different level from the ones I’d felt in the past through clitoral masturbation alone. This one, born from vaginal stimulation through penetration, felt almost like magic.

A spell cast by a truly exceptional wizard.

“Are you crying?”

Nardi wiped the tears running down from the corner of my eyes.