Chapter 151: The Same Talent
Haruto's eyes were fixed intently on her pink flower valley, which resembled a soft bun. Even though he had just licked it completely clean, in that short time, it had already secreted plenty of love juice again, soaking the entire pink flower valley until it was wet and gleaming under the light, radiating an intensely lewd glow.
The sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled the air, a potent perfume that made his head spin with desire. Every glistening fold was a temptation, a landscape of pleasure he was desperate to explore anew.
And that pink flesh cave nestled between two tender little flower lips was slightly opening and closing, as if beckoning him to thrust in forcefully.
A single, glistening drop of her nectar welled up at the entrance, a silent, begging invitation that made his mouth water and his throbbing member ache with need.
Haruto slowly moved his body closer, but instead of burying his head in as before, he knelt between her legs, grasped his own iron-hard dragon, and gently pressed it against her moist, delicate flower cave.
The heat radiating from her core was immense, a furnace that promised unimaginable bliss. He could feel her body trembling in anticipation, her breath catching in her throat as the broad, slick head of his cock nudged against her most intimate place.
The moment the large, scorching dragon head touched Natsuha's delicate entrance, both couldn't help but shiver—this sensation was far more intense than using hands or mouth.
A jolt of pure, electric pleasure shot up Haruto's spine, while Natsuha's eyes flew wide, a sharp, breathy gasp escaping her lips. This was different; this was a connection that threatened to consume them both.
Haruto exerted a slight force with his waist, the round and massive dragon head gradually stretching open her two small flower lips, slowly probing into the flower path that had never been entered by anything before.
He watched, mesmerized, as her delicate pink flesh yielded to his girth, stretching taut around the invading crown. The resistance was real, a tight, virginal ring clutching at him, making the slow, deliberate penetration an agonizingly sweet torture.
The ecstatic feeling intoxicated both of them.
Their moans mingled in the quiet room, a symphony of mounting pleasure. For Haruto, it was the feeling of being enveloped by impossible heat and tightness. For Natsuha, it was the profound sensation of being filled, of a deep, empty ache finally being addressed.
Natsuha looked down, watching Haruto's intimidatingly large dragon slowly entering her tender little slit, nearly halfway in now.
The sight was obscenely erotic—her small, pale body being claimed by his thick, veined shaft. A flush of heat spread across her chest and cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming excitement.
The girl didn't dislike the idea of Haruto entering her; in fact, she even felt some anticipation.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the throbbing in her core. She wanted this. She wanted him to ruin her, to claim her completely, to shatter the last of her innocence with his passion.
But at this most critical moment, Haruto stopped. The dragon poised to enter her body kept rubbing back and forth against her sensitive little flower lips, stirring a restless heat within Natsuha.
The teasing was maddening. Each time the head caught on her entrance, a spark of pleasure-pain lanced through her, leaving her bucking her hips weakly, desperate for more, for the fullness she had only just begun to experience.
"Haruto, you promised to take care of me, and now you're leaving me like this? I'm itching to death."
Her voice was a whimper, stripped of all pride, raw with need. "Please... don't tease me anymore... I need you inside..."
Seeing the girl's lewd yet shy expression, his already enormous dragon swelled like an inflated balloon, suddenly growing another size, pressing straight against the small buttocks resting on his waist.
He groaned, the sensation of his own body responding so violently almost too much to bear. The urge to simply plunge into her wet, welcoming heat was a primal scream in his blood.
"Don't rush. It's your first time; you need a bit more preparation."
He forced the words out through gritted teeth, his own control hanging by a thread. He wanted her ready, wanted her screaming in pleasure, not pain, when he finally took her.
Saying this, Haruto had Natsuha change positions in his embrace, then slipped his hand between her legs, using three fingers to gently knead her moist flower valley. Natsuha moaned incessantly under his touch, her honey juices flowing uncontrollably.
His fingers slid through her slick folds with ease, circling her swollen bud until her back arched off the bed. The sounds she made were pure, unadulterated lust, each one fueling the fire in his gut.
Haruto spread all her secreted nectar over her inner thighs, making the area slick and wet, then applied some to his own dragon before lying down with her, both lying side by side.
The cool air on her wet skin was a sharp contrast to the burning heat within. She watched, dazed, as he slicked his own massive length with her fluids, the sight so lewd it sent another gush of warmth between her legs.
Lifting one of the girl's slender, rounded long legs, Haruto placed his immense dragon between her thighs, then lowered her leg, having her tightly clamp little Haruto between them. He began gently thrusting within the space created by her legs and flower valley.
The new sensation was incredible. The smooth skin of her inner thighs provided a slick, tight channel, while the head of his cock rubbed insistently against her sensitive clit and swollen lips with every movement.
"Does this feel good?"
"So good!"
"It's... ah... it's so hot... and big..." she cried out, her hands fisting the sheets. "It feels like you're teasing me everywhere at once..."
Natsuha nodded vigorously, feeling Haruto's large, scorching dragon head rubbing against the tender flesh of her flower valley with each thrust. The tingling, numbing pleasure was far more intense than when he used his tongue.
Her whole world narrowed to that single point of contact, a friction that was building a storm inside her. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, her moans growing higher, more desperate.
"Haruto, is this soman?"
"Exactly." Haruto chuckled teasingly, "Natsuha, you really know a lot, no wonder you're such a pervert."
"Only for you," she breathed, her confession muffled by her own embarrassment and pleasure. "I only become like this for you, Haruto."
Natsuha shyly turned her head away, moaning, "I... I just happened to read about it in a book..."
"It was... a very detailed book," she added, her face burning as she recalled the explicit images that had haunted her dreams.
"What book? I'd like to see it too."
"Maybe... maybe I'll show you," she panted, "if you're a good boy..."
While teasing the girl, Haruto cupped her small buttocks with both hands and began thrusting vigorously at the fastest pace within that special space, making the girl moan incessantly.
The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room. Her thighs were soaked with a mixture of his pre-cum and her copious juices, the lewd noise only amplifying their shared ecstasy.
Because this position directly stimulated Natsuha's flower valley, the lewd fluids flowing from her blossom cave never ceased, making Haruto's entry into her extremely smooth.
She was dripping, her body preparing itself for him with an eagerness that left them both breathless. The path was slick and welcoming, a clear sign of her utter surrender.
The young girl who had just climaxed from being licked was very sensitive. Under the stimulation of the fiery dragon head, her entire body soon trembled again. Yet even after reaching climax, she still refused to release her legs.
A second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her, making her toes curl and her vision whiten. Her inner walls fluttered wildly around nothing, clenching with a desperate hunger for the fullness they were being denied.
After two climaxes, her flower valley was sufficiently moist. Taking advantage of the girl's lingering afterglow, Haruto quietly adjusted his angle. The dragon head slid past the slippery, sticky blossom lips and slowly entered a brand new, pink blossom cave.
This time, there was no hesitation. This time, he pushed forward, guided by her slickness and the limp, pliant state of her well-pleasured body.
"Ah..."
The sensation of her virgin honey passage being pried open by the invading giant object made Natsuha involuntarily let out a uniquely feminine, ambiguous sound, while both her hands unconsciously gripped the bedsheet.
"Haa... aahn! It's... it's inside...!" she cried out, the feeling of being stretched and filled so completely both shocking and profoundly satisfying. The initial sharp pinch of pain was quickly swallowed by a wave of dizzying pleasure.
Haruto felt as if his giant dragon had broken through a thin membrane. Looking down, he saw a trace of blood had stained the base of the giant object.
The proof of her purity, mixed with her arousal, marked him as her first. A possessive, primal satisfaction surged within him, fueling his desire to claim her even more thoroughly.
"Natsuha, how does it feel... giving me your first time...?"
"Do you feel how tight you are around me?" he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're squeezing me so perfectly..."
"Ah... it hurts a bit... but it feels so good... so satisfying."
"Don't stop," she begged, her hips making a small, involuntary circle. "Please, Haruto, move... I need to feel you move inside me..."
The girl panted softly, her enchanting face dazed as she instinctively began to sway her hips.
Her body was learning the rhythm of mating, moving with an ancient instinct that overrode all shyness. She was lost in the sensation, becoming the very picture of lewd ecstasy.
"Haruto-sama, it's so big... so good..."
"You're splitting me open... ah... filling me up completely..." she moaned, her words slurred with pleasure. "I've never felt so full..."
"Wow, as expected of you—showing such a lewd expression so quickly."
He drove into her harder, punctuating his words, making her scream. "Look at yourself, Natsuha. You were born for this, for taking my cock."
Haruto marveled at the pink hearts shimmering in the girl's eyes.
Her usual sharp, tsundere demeanor had melted away, replaced by the blissed-out, worshipful gaze of a woman thoroughly pleasured. She was utterly captivated by him, by what he was doing to her body.
"Huh? What's that... I'm not... Mmm..."
Her weak denial was cut off as he filled her deeply, the sensation stealing the very breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind.
Haruto thrust his hips slightly, cutting off her protests. "Such a sensual body. It seems I don't need to hold back."
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't think of anything else," he growled, his gentlemanly facade crumbling completely to reveal the raw, dominant beast beneath.
With that, he gripped Natsuha's plump, pale thighs and began vigorously pumping within her slick, tight passage.
The room was filled with the sound of their joining—skin slapping against skin, their ragged breaths, and her continuous, high-pitched moans that formed a constant soundtrack to their passion.
The inner walls clung tightly to Haruto's massive member, likely due to the stimulation of her first time, making Natsuha's grip feel even tighter.
Every time he pulled back, her flesh seemed to cling to him, trying to pull him back in. Every thrust was a fight against a delicious, velvety friction that threatened to make him lose control far too soon.
After thrusting for a while, Haruto withdrew and laid the girl flat on the bed, adopting the most traditional position to begin his earnest conquest.
He wanted to see her face, to watch every flicker of pleasure and pain as he claimed her. This position was deeper, more intimate, allowing him to plunge into her very core.
Leaning down, he captured one of her tender, pink buds between his lips, matching the rhythm of his movements.
His tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple while he suckled strongly, the dual assault on her senses pushing her ever higher. She was being overwhelmed from the inside and out.
"Ah..."
"Haruto! There... right there!" she screamed, her hands flying to his hair, holding him to her breast as if it were her only anchor in a storm of sensation.
Natsuha's seductive moans, mingled with her heated breath, washed over Haruto's face.
Her scent, the taste of her skin, the sound of her voice—every one of his senses was saturated with her. He was drowning in Natsuha, and he never wanted to come up for air.
As he suckled on her bud, he embraced the burning body of the purple-haired, large-breasted beauty, driving relentlessly into her honeyed depths.
His pace became punishing, a relentless, deep pounding that hit the very entrance to her womb with each powerful stroke. She was mewling beneath him, a broken, continuous stream of pleasure.
Her pink inner flesh was stretched and filled by Haruto's repeated thrusts, while Natsuha's passage continuously constricted around him.
Her orgasm was building again, coiling tight in her belly. Her internal muscles began to spasm rhythmically, milking his shaft, trying to pull the very essence from him.
Firmly grasping Natsuha's ample breasts, Haruto's eyes burned crimson—all thought of gentleness forgotten as he surrendered entirely to his primal urges. The body of this eroge heroine was simply too pleasurable to resist.
He was a man possessed, driven by the need to mark her, to breed her, to make her his in the most fundamental way. Rational thought had long since fled.
Their ragged breaths intertwined and collided in the room. Natsuha's fair skin flushed a rosy hue, glistening with a delicate sheen of sweat. She arched her back, letting her purple hair cascade freely, and spread her long legs wide, yielding completely to Haruto's relentless pace.
She was a vision of debauchery—beautiful, broken, and utterly consumed by lust. Her body was his to use, and she offered it freely, her own pleasure reaching a fever pitch.
"Natsuha... I'm... about to cum..."
"I'm going to fill you up," he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic, deeper, more desperate. "I'm going to pump my cum deep inside your perfect little pussy."
"Ah... I'm close too... It feels so good... even better than before..."
"Come with me," he demanded, slamming into her. "Let go for me, Natsuha. Squeeze every last drop out of me."
"Natsuha... I... can't hold back... I'm coming..."
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his body locking up as he surrendered to the climax.
With a low growl and Natsuha's prolonged, sensual cry, Haruto buried his face between her breasts. His hips shuddered as he pressed deep against her delicate core, releasing burst after burst of scorching essence into the cradle of life...
He felt the hot, wet pulses of his release flooding her depths, each jet accompanied by a corresponding convulsion from her own body as her climax crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched around him like a vise, milking him dry, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The feeling of his hot seed filling her was the final, ultimate pleasure, and she welcomed it with a shuddering, blissful sigh.
After resting for a moment, until the last drop was spent, Haruto checked the notification that appeared in his mind.
[Replication Successful]
[Talent Acquired: Tenacity]
Natsuha possessed the same talent as Akino Sakagami. It was thanks to this talent that, despite it being her first time, she could fully accommodate Haruto's imposing size.
Acquiring duplicate talents only slightly enhanced the original.
Though the talent names were identical, their effects varied slightly due to individual differences.
If accumulated in sufficient quantity, they could eventually merge like talents, giving rise to a stronger new ability.
Seeing no talent upgrade, Haruto shifted his focus.
He lowered his head to seek Natsuha's cherry lips, and the large-breasted beauty met him halfway with a soft, breathy sigh.
The kiss was slow and deep, a languid exploration full of post-coital tenderness and the shared taste of their intense passion.
At the same time, her slender legs wrapped around Haruto's waist, and her delicate hands encircled his body, pulling him down forcefully. With a wet sound, the giant dragon, lubricated by her nectar, instantly filled her honeyed passage.
She was insatiable, her body already craving him again. The sensation of him sliding back into her well-used, cum-filled passage was a lewd, perfect familiarity.
"Ah..."
"Mmm... you're still so hard," she murmured against his lips, her hips already making small, eager circles. "Haruto... again..."
Both Haruto and Natsuha let out soft gasps as the hot, rigid giant dragon once again entered the slippery, tight valley.