A Guide to a Perfect Death - Chapter 4
The trembling Christa finally let go of his neck. Her blood-stained mouth is colorful like red stains on a white cloth.
The caress started again. This time, he stretched his fingers to two. The wetter sound became clearer than before. When her inner protrusion was rubbed, her inner walls responded as if it were sticking.
“Well, wait a minute. Argh… Ahh!”
She could feel the slippery liquid flowing down her thighs. In her head, she constantly sent warning signals, and her lower stomach was heated, and everywhere he touched it was hot, so she couldn’t keep her sanity.
“Haaah, ha, ah, ah”
Her body trembled automatically. Her lower part was constantly twitching. Christa hung helplessly on Ragnar’s shoulder and breathed heavily.
Only then did Ragnar stop moving. Christa held her breath slowly.
“Now… Is that the end?”
Then Ragnar laughed softly. And whispered in a low voice.
“No, it’s just the beginning”
Christa shook her head slowly. She didn’t have the ability to accommodate all these sensations. She instinctively recoiled. But Ragnar came close. And then something hard touched her navel.
She gently lowered her head and checked his swollen genitals.
Oh, my God.
In addition, it is the size of the forearm of a child shaking its head, revealing its majesty. And what about the color? The dark red fleet was glossy and vomited glandular fluid. In the meantime, the prominent veins rose to the point of ferocity.
Ragnar is a Northerner. The Northerners were, by physique, quite large. So naturally, that was also big. It was easy to predict.
But now it was far beyond her imagination.
‘There’s no way this would go in.’
No matter how much I think about it, this is not it. Christa shook her head slowly. She doesn’t know how Ragnar took it, but he kissed her on the cheek many times.
“I’ll do it slowly. Shh…”
He didn’t say she wouldn’t die soon. Christa was now in a choking mood. She begged in a frightened voice.
“Oh, no. Like that…”
However, the tips of her glans have already been touched by his penis caressing around the entrance of her vagina, and the friction area has burned hot with a tickling sound.
“It’s okay. Relax.”
She doesn’t know what the hell is okay, but Ragnar soothes Christa and stroked her hair. But she couldn’t have calmed down. Her heart was about to pop out of her mouth from tension.
After several round trips, he squeezed in between her crack. The size was painful even though she was wet enough.
His voice was very kind, but it didn’t mean he would stop pushing his genitals.
The heavy feeling of something cutting her body in half made her gasp. Her heart was about to burst under the pressure. She stared at him with half-closed eyes. Abominably, he looked at her with admiration. Christa asked in a trembling voice.
“Did you put everything in?”
Ragnar smiled apologetically at the question. Somehow she had an ominous hunch, and struggled to pull back in a hurry. But he was first. There was a sound of flesh clashing and her genitals swallowed him all at once to the root. With intense stimulation, dull and beautiful pain poured in.
“It’s all in now.”
She couldn’t say anything to the unfamiliar sensation and only heard a groan.
She felt like a giant skewer came into her body. She was out of breath.
“Now, let’s relax.”
“It’s… Ugh, if it’s easy.”
Her voice was hoarse. The tears she had endured flowed down the sharp corners of her eyes. Ragnar licked it slowly. He coaxed her into kissing her cheek and neck. Then, caressing the tip of her chest carefully, his waist began to move slowly.
He took it out a little bit and put it back in, took it out and put it back in. When the inner wall was stretched to the limit, it was as if the shape of his large genital was engraved inside.
“Ah, huuu, euk.”
“Are you okay?”
She heard a friendly voice in my ear.
“It’s okay, heuk, Ah…”
“Breathe in and take a rest”
She took a slow breath as he led me. She exhaled. It’s better than before. Little by little the movements were tantalizingly repeated.
“You’re doing great, there you go.”
The voice made her tear up again. The pain seemed to gradually fade. His warm hand touched her back.
This time, he moves slowly as if to soothe a child. The body, which had hardened by the movement that seemed to be making a way, gradually loosened and the sound of fluid again came out.
“How do you feel now?”
He paused and whispered languidly. It’s much better than the first insert. But it wasn’t really all right. A slow turn of the head. Then a big hand pats her cheek. The touch was too sweet to be kind.
So she had courage. She touches his neck.
“That’s all… Huuu. I’m going in.”
She stroked her stomach without realizing it. To have such a thing inside her, she even pressed it hard to see if her lower stomach was protruding. However, Ragnar’s eyes changed because of what that act stimulated.
“…I’m going crazy.”
His golden pupil grew and shrunk a little. He licked his lips with his tongue and made a small groan. Christa was terrified at the moment. She may have stimulated something wrong now, but that look in his eyes was unusual.
His eyes, filled with burning longing, seemed to chew and swallow her.
“I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore.”
He whispered like that and hugged her tightly.
Soon a heavy thing poked persistently below and came in. There was a primal sound of puck, puck, puck. Every time he stabbed her stomach, a dizzying pleasure flowed.
“Haah, ah, hah, ah!”
It wasn’t a tingling shallow sensation like before. Her waist was bent and she felt numb. Deep down, something like a huge wave pushed. It was a feeling that she was not used to. She was out of breath. No, it may have already stopped.
Only then did she try to push Ragnar with her hands, but his body is as hard as a stone and he hardly moved.
Her face is full of heat. The waist fluctuated a couple of times. An uncontrollable sense poured out as if a water bank collapsed. The pleasure surrounded her whole body like a star exploded in front of her. Her thighs trembled and her mouth opened automatically.
“Haa, huh. Ahhhh…”
Her breath tangled and her waist twisted. Because of his rough hammering, her upper body that shakes at will is crushed by his flat, sleek chest.