Chapter 170: Conquest
After what seemed like an eternity, having changed positions several times, Tsukino shyly and timidly straddled Haruto's waist. Holding his thick meat rod with one delicate hand, she aligned it with her peach garden honey cave and slowly lowered herself.
The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, a silent promise of the intimacy to come. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in the quiet room.
"Ah...!"
She felt her tender honeyed passage below was about to be torn apart by Haruto's thick, lengthy dragon. The fiery dragon head had already pierced through her hymen, sending soul-piercing pleasure coursing through her that made her unable to suppress a passionate moan.
"Nnngh... it's so... much..." she whimpered, her voice a fragile thread of sound as she felt herself being filled beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Through Haruto's continuous caresses and controlled sizing of his dragon, Tsukino's first time was almost painless, filled only with heavenly, exquisite pleasure.
Haruto felt as if his dragon had entered an incredibly tight world, with Tsukino's tender honeyed passage tightly enveloping Haruto.
The heat and wetness that clung to him was maddening, a silken, living glove that threatened to milk his sanity away with every slightest pulse of her inner walls.
Feeling the girl's extremely narrow flower path, Haruto developed a strong sense of possession and conquest, and began quietly restoring the dragon to its true form.
"Ah... so good...? ... Ah... it feels amazing...? ... Ah... Haruto-chan... no... ah... why does it feel like it's getting bigger again... I'm going to be torn open... but it feels so good...? ... Ah... ah...!"
Tsukino's tender honeyed passage below wrapped increasingly tightly around Haruto as the ravaged passage rose and fell rapidly. The sensation of flesh grinding desperately against flesh made her tremble with ecstasy, her lovely body shaking and convulsing more violently.
A sheen of perspiration coated their tangled bodies, making their skin glide and stick together with every frantic movement.
The black-haired beauty's full, beautiful body swayed gently atop Haruto, her renowned chest assets undulating like waves.
"Mmmffph...!" as she buried her face in his neck to muffle her cries.
Tsukino moaned incessantly, the intense stimulation from the scorching dragon making her involuntarily press against Haruto's chiseled chest.
Haruto controlled the dragon's size without worrying about whether the young girl could endure it. The spirited young Haruto began thrusting vigorously.
His hips set a relentless, driving rhythm, the sound of their joining a wet, lewd slap that filled the room.
He moved back and forth, his breathing growing increasingly ragged. Finding Tsukino's pink lips, he sucked on her soft mouth while continuously kneading her beautiful, snow-white rounds with his hands.
Tsukino's pair of full, delicate breasts constantly shifted under Haruto's touch as he traced circles around them, continuously reshaping them in his palms like kneading dough.
Her nipples, hard as little pebbles, dragged across his chest with each of her movements, sending jolts of pure lightning through her.
Occasionally, Haruto would use his index fingers to forcefully press the erect pink buds atop her peaks deep into her crimson areolas.
"Gush... gush..."
The proof of her pleasure was undeniable, her nectar flowing freely to ease his deep, claiming strokes.
Tsukino's lower body secreted abundant nectar, and her flower path remained tight. With each of Haruto's thrusts came "squelching" sounds as the dragon deeply reached the soft, glutinous palace entrance. Every penetration made the girl's entire body tremble, her red lips parting slightly with each moan.
The black-haired beauty straddled Haruto's waist, her long, pale legs bent and spread to their maximum extent. Maintaining this position, she endured the dragon's relentless advances.
"Tsuki-chan, you're so tight inside... If it hurts, remember to tell me..."
His voice was a low, possessive growl against her ear, the words vibrating through her, only heightening her sensitivity.
After continuous thrusts numbering over a hundred, Tsukino was already glistening with fine sweat, her cheeks flushed crimson. The soft palace entrance had begun to part slightly under the dragon's impact.
Seeing the beauty had completely collapsed in weakness, Haruto flipped over to change positions.
In a single, powerful motion, he reversed their positions, looming over her now, his shadow consuming her delicate form.
He lifted one of Tsukino's legs onto his shoulder while her other leg could only droop against his waist, bending and straightening rhythmically with each thrust.
"Ah... oh... mmmhaah..."
The girl had completely lost herself, no longer caring that this was her classmate's bedroom as she began moaning loudly.
Each cry was a surrender, a gift of her innocence offered freely to the night and to him.
To breach the flower palace's cervical entrance, Haruto paused briefly before resuming deep, vigorous thrusts.
Each time he withdrew his penis to the entrance of Tsukino's valley before plunging back in, his swollen testicles slapping loudly against her pale hips with "smacking" sounds.
"Ah! ... Mmmgh ...!"
Tsukino's moans grew increasingly louder, her breathing heavier. Each cry was accompanied by long exhalations, her pure, adorable face now suffused with passion.
Haruto could feel Tsukino's flower path contracting rhythmically. Whenever he reached the depths, it felt as if a small mouth was trying to swallow the dragon's head. Streams of nectar flowed along the crease of her buttocks onto the bedsheet with each withdrawal, dampening a large area.
The mattress beneath them was a ruined, damp testament to their passion, the crisp sheets now tangled and stained.
The girl's beautiful, pink chest undulated like ocean waves before him, the already erect buds standing prominently at their peaks.
After several rapid thrusts, Haruto finally lowered her slender, smooth legs and positioned himself over her, beginning his final assault on the palace entrance.
"Ah... ah...!" Tsukino moaned loudly as she endured the dragon's conquest, her delicate body like a small boat in stormy seas, being pushed continuously across the bed.
Her fingers scrambled for purchase in the sheets, her back arching off the bed as he drove her ever closer to the edge.
Haruto controlled the dragon, maintaining a fully filled state throughout. No matter how long it lasted, her flower path remained stretched to the brim, tightly enveloping the dragon as it moved freely in and out.
With each thrust of the dragon, the resistance at the entrance to her flower palace gradually diminished. The tip of the dragon's head had already begun to press inward slightly.
Bracing his hands on the bed, Haruto vigorously drove his lower body forward. Watching Tsukino sob painfully with each impact, her breasts jiggling up and down against her body, he comforted her.
"Tsukino-chan, bear with it a little longer. It'll start feeling good soon."
His words were a gentle counterpoint to the brutal, deep rhythm of his hips, a duality that shattered her completely.
For a first-time palace opening, unless one possessed a constitution like Mizuki Suzumori's, some degree of pain was inevitable—even though Haruto had already significantly reduced the dragon's size.
Finally, after dozens more forceful thrusts, the dragon head completely breached the barrier, entering a warm, soft, and humid world.
A broken, guttural scream was torn from Tsukino's throat, a sound of exquisite agony and profound violation that instantly melted into a keening wail of pleasure.
The soft, tender cervix tightly encircled the coronal sulcus, and the dragon head was continuously sucked and squeezed by the sacred flower palace. The overwhelming pleasure made Haruto gasp sharply.
After successfully accommodating the giant dragon with her sacred flower palace, Yomisawa finally transitioned from pain to pleasure. The unprecedented experience made her narrow her beautiful eyes in comfort.
Haruto was hard and powerful, and each thrust into the flower palace sent waves of tingling sensations through the black-haired beauty. She closed her eyes in bliss, unable to suppress her loud, ecstatic moans.
"Ah... so good... ah... mmph... one more thrust... ah... fuck... ah...!"
Yomisawa had now cast aside all restraint, wishing only for this lovemaking to last a little longer, allowing her to savor this intense pleasure a while more.
She was mindless, a creature of pure sensation, her world narrowed to the point where their bodies joined and the fire he stoked deep within her womb.
As Haruto thrust vigorously, the girl's sensations grew increasingly intense. She gasped helplessly, moaned softly, and writhed, trying to chase the blissful paradise beyond the clouds.
Haruto lifted the black-haired beauty's perky, rounded buttocks, his fingers sinking deeply into the soft flesh. The giant dragon thrust even more forcefully.
The new angle was devastating, allowing him to plunge even deeper, each thrust a direct assault on the very core of her being.
Perhaps the movements were too intense, as he suddenly felt a surge of overwhelming pleasure building in his lower body. He quickly lowered the girl's enticing body, pressing tightly against her, and began his final assault.
Haruto's breathing grew short and rapid, and the speed of the dragon's movements suddenly accelerated. Tsukino understood what was about to happen.
She could feel the twitching, the throbbing deep inside her that signaled his impending release, and it pushed her own body to the brink.
She felt both excitement and worry, wanting to experience the climax inside her but fearing pregnancy. Unsure of what to do, she could only turn her face away, allowing Haruto to thrust vigorously atop her.
Suddenly, Haruto pressed down heavily on Tsukino, his body tensing as a low growl escaped his throat.
"Tsuki-chan, it's coming..."
"I'm... I'm cumming!" he grunted, his voice thick and strained with the force of his climax.
The hot, hard dragon trembled and twitched, pressing deeply against the girl's soft flower palace walls, pulsating as it released its scorching essence.
"MmGOD... Ah! I'm cumming too?!"
At that moment, Tsukino also tensed her body, shivering and letting out delicate, weak moans and gasps. Her delicate flower passage continued to contract rhythmically, and milky-white essence trickled down her fair, tender thighs.
Her inner walls clenched around him in violent, rippling waves, milking every last drop of his seed as her own climax crashed over her, leaving her boneless and gasping.
Haruto lay atop Tsukino, contentedly caressing her soft breasts. After a moment, he pushed the girl again, making her bend over the bed, her small, firm buttocks raised backward.
A feverish hunger still burned in his eyes. The sight of her, spent and marked by him, only fueled his desire for more.
Then, without a word, he parted Yomisawa's straight, slender legs, revealing her flower valley and thighs covered in foam and essence, with traces even on her lower abdomen and the bedsheet beneath.
The cute, innocent black-haired beauty had completely stopped writhing, lying powerless.
Her legs were straight and widely spread, her entire body motionless except for the writhing of her flower valley, from which thick essence continued to overflow, the entrance contracting rapidly.
Haruto knelt up, gripping the girl's buttocks with both hands, bringing his lower abdomen close to her hips, and slowly inserted his once-again erect dragon into her quivering flower valley.