As he pushed deeper, a sharp gasp caught in her throat. Her body tensed — not in fear, but in awe. 'He's inside me…' The realization crashed over her like a wave, warm and overwhelming.
It didn't hurt — not exactly. It was just... a lot. Full. Every inch of him stretching her in a way she'd never felt before. A pressure that was equal parts pleasure and ache, sending a tremble through her thighs. Her walls tightened reflexively, trying to accommodate the size, the heat, the weight of him.
'So this is what it feels like…' she thought, her mind reeling. 'To be filled. To have someone this deep, this close...'
Her fingers clenched the couch, her breath shaky. She wasn't just reacting physically — her heart was pounding, fast and loud in her ears. It wasn't just about sex. It was the way Vial looked at her, the way he asked if she was okay, the way he moved slowly, carefully, like she mattered.
A soft moan escaped her lips, half-laced with surprise, half with surrender.
'I want more…'
And for a moment, in that dizzying heat and stretch, Celeste felt like she was no longer a girl trying to impress a rare man — but a woman, desired, chosen… and now claimed.
Vial shifted slightly, his hands steady on her hips, feeling every twitch of her body beneath his touch. He didn't thrust — not yet. He waited, sensing her breaths, watching the subtle rise and fall of her back, the way her fingers dug into the cushions like she was anchoring herself.
"You're doing good," he whispered, his voice low and warm. "Tell me if it's too much."
Celeste nodded faintly, not trusting her voice. Her lips parted, breath shaking out of her as she tried to adjust, her pussy still fluttering around him from the stretch. But there was no pain — only pressure, presence, fullness.
Her hips shifted back slightly — a subtle motion, hesitant yet inviting.
Vial felt it — that silent signal — and slowly pulled back a few inches before easing back in.
"Nnngh… ahh…" Celeste whimpered, her head dipping forward. Her hair spilled around her shoulders like a curtain, hiding the flush on her cheeks.
Every thrust stirred something deep inside her, pleasure blooming with each ripple. wider, deeper. Her body was learning him, molding around him. Her nerves lit up with each inch, and her breath caught every time he pushed deeper again.
'I can't believe this is real,' she thought. 'It feels too good. Too intense…'
Then, a new feeling started to build — a slow burn deep in her belly. A need she couldn't name yet but craved all the same.
She arched her back more, pressing her hips into him.
"…Don't stop,'' she whispered, surprising even herself.
The pressure inside her was growing — that deep, aching fullness that made her chest rise with every breath, her legs trembling beneath her. Her body clung to him, heat building with each careful thrust. The sensation was everywhere, her thighs tightening, her stomach fluttering, her back arching with every motion.
Vial leaned over her slightly, his chest brushing against her back, breath warm against her ear. One hand slid from her hip, gliding upward until it cupped her breast, his touch firm and slow.
"Ah… mmn… Vial…" Celeste moaned softly, her voice trembling with surprise and rising heat.
"You feel incredible," he murmured near her ear.
Celeste's breath hitched, her fingers digging into the couch. Her thoughts were jumbled, drowned in the way he filled her, the way each slow push sent another wave rolling through her belly.
"Aah… Vial…" she whimpered, voice trembling.
"I-I didn't know it would feel like this…"
Vial paused only a heartbeat. "Too much?"
She shook her head quickly, hair swaying. "No… It's good. It's—mmh—" Her words broke off into a soft moan as he moved again, deeper this time, her walls fluttering around him. "Nnngh… Vial…"
The pleasure was no longer a distant echo — it was rising, coiling, pressing outward with every stroke. A pressure low in her belly built with growing urgency, like something was about to break open.
She rocked her hips back harder this time, needing him, craving more.
"Don't stop," she whispered again, more sure this time. "Please… ahh…"
Vial responded with a firmer thrust, drawing a deeper cry from her lips. "Mmm—yes…"
He didn't need to say anything — the pace said it all. He wanted her just as badly.
And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, her body completely taken and her mind hazy with heat, Celeste didn't feel overwhelmed anymore.
She felt alive.
Vial's movements grew rougher, more urgent — a stark contrast to the earlier careful pace. His hips snapped forward with a steady rhythm, each thrust deeper, heavier, pressing her further into the couch.
Then, without warning, he reached forward and took both of Celeste's hands.
"Ahh—wha…? V-Vial?" she started, confusion flaring for a second before her words dissolved into a sharp gasp.
He gently drew her arms behind her back, folding them together at the wrists as though restraining her — not harshly, but firmly, deliberately.
Her chest pressed into the cushion, her head turning to the side, cheek resting against the couch backrest, breath hot and fast.
And then—he moved.
Fast. Hard.
Her mouth opened against the fabric, a muffled cry escaping as her body jolted with each heavy thrust. The angle, the stretch, the pressure — it was overwhelming.
Her eyes fluttered, then rolled upward, the sensation crashing over her like a wave she couldn't swim through. Her fingers twitched, bound by his grip. Her back arched on instinct. Her toes curled tight, her thighs trembling.
"Mmh—ah—! Vial—!" she cried, though the cushion swallowed most of it.
Her body pulsed around him, nerves sparking with every deep plunge. She could barely form thoughts — only feel. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with her breathless, broken moans.
He held her tighter. Didn't let go.
And then — it hit.
Her body convulsed, shivering uncontrollably as the wave broke inside her. Heat flooded her belly, curling deep and hot. She cried out, her voice cracking into the couch as pleasure consumed her.
Vial's pace faltered — just for a second — and then he followed.
With a final, deep thrust, he stilled, his body tense, his breath caught. A heavy exhale left him as he let himself release, still holding her wrists behind her.
They stayed like that for a moment — breathless, tangled, still.
Celeste twitched, her body slowly relaxing beneath him, legs quivering from the aftershocks. Her toes were still curled. Her back rose and fell with each shaky breath.
Vial loosened his grip but didn't let go completely, his fingers still gently resting against her skin, like he was grounding them both.
"…You okay?" he asked softly, voice low and hoarse.
Celeste nodded faintly, eyes half-lidded, dazed and flushed. "…Y-Yeah… just… wow…"
A small, breathy laugh escaped her, even as her body still trembled.
She wasn't sure if she could move yet.
But she knew one thing — she didn't want to let go of this warmth just yet.