Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Third Person’s POV

Lanceil, who had no limit left in, immediately got on top of Agatha.

A shadow fell over her. He kissed her like a madman, and as he bent down, his hard thing touched Agatha’s abdomen. He moved his waist little by little, searching for the wet core between her thighs.

Agatha wasn’t stupid enough to figure out what Lanceil wanted to happen. And when the long kiss was over, she looked up to him.

“It would be hurt… right?”

“Are you scared?”

Agatha shook her head.

“Who told you that it would be hurt?”

‘Brett.’

Agatha felt bad that even during this moment, she thought of that guy, who taught her a lot of lewd things. He didn’t do it with Agatha, but he warned her that the first will be painful.

On second thought, Vincent also warned her the same thing.

“J-Just… I just thought it would be. You’re so big,” she shyly said.

“So, you don’t want it?”

Agatha glanced at him.

“You don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t do it inside,” he promised.

As if she had gathered her courage and heart, Agatha wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Then, it’s okay.”

“Honestly, even if you didn’t want it, it seemed like I couldn’t stand it.”

He has been patient for a long time, but he could have waited a little longer if Agatha really didn’t want it. He had already seen with his own eyes Agatha weeping for pleasure, and he didn’t want to endure it anymore.

Lanceil rubbed his sh*ft into the liquid that flowed between her legs.

“Hmmm,” Agatha mumbled, flinching and bounding her waist every time his sword came in contact.

Lanceil was wondering what kind of reaction she would make if he inserted it in.

“I will put it in.”

“Y-Yes,” Agatha answered, taking deep breaths.

“Relax.”

At the end of his words, Lanceil shoved the tip of his manh**d into the narrow hole.

“Hmmp!” Agatha groaned with pursed lips. There were lot of wrinkles on her beautiful forehead even if Lanceil had only gone in a little.

‘Sh*t. She’s a real virgin,’ Lanceil thought, groaning as he slowly pushed forward.

Guilty, he looked at her teary eyes and asked, “Does it… ugh…. Hurt?”

Agatha nodded her head while wincing in pain caused by pleasure. To ease her pain, Lanceil leaned over and kissed her lips. As he kissed her, he dug himself further, leaving Agatha’s mouth open in deep pain.

“…!”

Lanceil pushed himself deep. Inside her narrow inner walls, he thought he would climax right away, but he eventually managed to leash his patience.

Nervous, Lanceil looked at Agatha.

She was wriggling in pain, unable to speak anything besides huffing.

“A-Agatha, why… so tight?”

“I-I t-told you… It is my f-first… agh, f*ck you.”

The two of them paused and looked at each other.

Did Agatha just curse at him?

Amidst the pain, Agatha’s face flushed in embarrassment.

She was scared that Lanceil would find her real color, and would stop this right away. Contrary to her thoughts, Lanceil found this side adorable.

“You are really unpredictable, Agatha,” he said before he moved his waist upward.

“Hmmp!”

In that small movement, Agatha thought her body would split in half. The pain was piercing like swords, she thought she would die at any moment.

‘Damn! It hurts so much! His fingers felt so good but this… this is too much!’ Agatha complained inside her head while panting as silently as she could.

She knew very well that she could not shout because Vincent was in the condo.

Lanceil looked at the woman beneath him. Right now, he wanted to shove his weight mercilessly at any moment as he endured it until she said it was okay. Sweat formed on his forehead.

Agatha saw Lanceil’s pain. She wasn’t selfish, as she said to him that she wanted this. And so…

“Lanceil.”

“Hmmm?” he barely answered in a hoarse voice.

“You can… move.”

A sneer appeared on Lanceil’s lips. This is what he was waiting for – PERMISSION.

“Then, I will move now.”

Lanceil began to move, slowly, carefully, for fear that she might ask him to stop doing when he wanted to move wildly right now.

He admired himself, he knew that he had excellent patience, but he had no idea that it would be this great.

“Uh, uh… hmmm…”

In every shove of his sh*ft, Agatha moaned with gritted teeth. He began to move his waist, and the speed gradually increased.

“Hmm…hmm… ahhh…. Ahhh….”

The sofa creaked. As he began to move quick, Agatha noticed that the pain was becoming unbearable.

‘Maybe if I ask him to move even faster, the pain will vanish?’ Agatha had this silly thought.

If you put a small amount of alcohol in a wound, you will feel the pain. But if you put in a lot, the pain was immense, but you will get used to it in no time. Agatha wanted to use that logic in this situation. Therefore…

“L-Lanceil, f-faster…”

“What?”

“Make it faster, please.”

Lanceil eyes darkened. He was trying to be gentle because it is her first, and yet she’s asking him this?

Oh god. He was tired of suppressing himself. And so, Lanceil rammed her center deeper and faster.

“Ahhh!” Agatha could not suppress the loud moan.

She quickly covered her mouth, even though at the back of her head, she knew that Vincent probably heard them right now.

Even so, Lanceil did not stop. He thrust and thrust, tapping the deepest spot in her tight innerwalls.

“Ahhh, ahhh, L-Lanceil… Vincent will…”

“Let him hear it. It’s fine. I will protect you. Ahhh.”

Agatha could imagine the disgust on Vincent’s face the moment he heard her moaning inside Lanceil’s office. She was scared to meet Vincent after this. However, Lanceil promised he would protect her. So, she put her trust in him.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! L-Lanceil! Ahh!”

In the dull pain, a tingling pleasure slowly permeated. It hurts, but pleasure begins to accompany it, and her voice gets wet.

As if evidence of that, unlike the first time, love juice flowed from her inside that was wrapped around his manh**d, and Lanceil was able to move around with ease.

Then, Lanceil tapped on the spot where she felt it exceptionally, and where she shouted the best.

“Ahheuk, uhh, Sir! Sir!”

“Yes, Agatha.”

He remembered that it was the part that Agatha liked, and he pressed the part intensely.

“Aughh, uhh! F*ck! It’s good! Ahhh!”

“Was it good? Huh? Agatha? Huh?!”

“Y-Yeah! Ahhh!”

Lanceil chuckled huskily as he wrapped her legs around his back. His insertion deepened as Agatha tightened her body.

“Ahhhh!”

Lanceil thrust again. With each bouncing of his waist, Agatha’s voice increased, and she unwittingly wrapped her legs more tightly, preventing him from taking out his sword, forgetting where they were and who they were together in the house.

Reluctantly, Lanceil pressed short and hard her depths. Agatha, immersed in pleasure, cried out loud.

“Damn! Ahhh! I love it! Ahhh!”

“M-Me too! F*ck, you are so delicious! Ugh!”

“Please! Please!”

At her plea, Lanceil pushed her even further, and soon her inner walls fluctuated and grabbed Lanceil strongly.

And when Lanceil raised his back again, Agatha finally reached a climax, writhing in pleasure.

“Haahk! Uhht… !”

It was the first time. What made her climax was a man’s sword, not just fingers.

Lanceil could not stand it either, he dug deeper inside her and when he felt that his pillar would explode, he pulled it out.

Sssssssh!

The seeds from his wet er*ction spurted on her abdomen.

‘At last.’

He finally made love with this woman.

Holding his pillar, which returned to its original form as if wanting more, Lanceil looked at Agatha.

Agatha’s eyes were closing in ecstasy.

“S-Sir,” she called, breathing heavily. Her body was tormented by the crazed pleasure she had felt for the first time in her life, and she was stretched out by the rushing drowsiness.

She blinked her eyes. When she looked at Lanceil, she saw his thing growing again.

It was so good. Agatha would like to do it again, but… she was getting so sleepy.

“Sir Lanceil,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“Yes, Agatha?”

“I want to…”

Before she could continue, she fell asleep on the sofa.

“You slept?” Lanceil chuckled, sweeping his hair upward.

In front of the sleeping Agatha, his d*ck was twitching. His head instructed him to dip deep in her again while she’s sleeping. But…

“It’s okay. You must be tired from the field trip,” Lanceil whispered.

He leaned down, hugged Agatha and placed her head on his arm.

Lanceil stroked her shoulder, kissing it and he whispered, “We still have many days. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.”

Day and night, Lanceil wanted to covet her, and he was sure they still had a long way.