Secrets of the Azure Sea 28

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Floria gulped, her throat dry as she swallowed nervously.

It was likely between his legs—Zanarf’s manhood, his penis. Freed from his trousers, it stood erect like a thick sword, jutting intimidatingly toward the sky. Its length and girth were undoubtedly extraordinary. Along the shaft, purplish-red veins ran, giving it an almost ominous appearance. But what stood out most was the obscene shape of the tip—swollen, glistening, and flared like the head of a snake, exuding a strange, unsettling allure.

Zanarf’s sharp gaze fell on her, and Floria instinctively held her breath.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and probing. “Are you staring so intently because you’re comparing it to Franz’s?”

Caught off guard, Floria’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Before she could respond, Zanarf moved closer, his presence overwhelming. He firmly parted her thighs, his actions deliberate but not unkind.

“If that’s the case,” he said, his tone steady, “then why don’t you find out for yourself which one pleases you more?”

Floria’s breath hitched as Zanarf guided himself toward her. She felt the heat of him pressing against her entrance, and her body tensed instinctively.

“Ah… no, I can’t… it’s too much…” she stammered, her voice trembling.

The massive length began to push inside her. Her entrance burned as if scorched, and she felt as though it might tear apart.

Zanarf paused, his expression softening slightly. “Relax,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’ll be easier if you are not so tense.”

Despite his words, Floria couldn’t help but tense as he pushed forward. A sharp pain shot through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry. Zanarf remained steady, his brow furrowing as he noticed her discomfort.

“You’re too tight,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. He adjusted his position, his movements slower and more careful now.

“──Nngh!”

Floria clenched her teeth, a muffled moan escaping her lips. The overwhelming sensation left her speechless.

Zanarf shifted to his knees, spreading his legs wider to adjust his position. With a firm thrust, he pushed forward, and a wet sound echoed as her entrance began to take him in.

“Ah…! No… stop… ngh…” she gasped, her voice breaking.

As the tip entered, a slick, squelching sound followed, and the long shaft began to bury itself deeper inside her. It felt as though she were being impaled, the sensation both overwhelming and inescapable.

“Hah… relax…” Zanarf growled, his voice strained but commanding.

Zanarf let out a heated breath, closing his eyes for a moment as if lost in the sensation. Seeing his expression, Floria couldn’t help but wonder:

Is he feeling good?

She didn’t know why, but something about his expression stirred a deep, sweet ache in her heart. She didn’t know any special remedies or healing methods like Kyrie did, but she wanted to comfort him in her own way. Reaching out, she gently pulled Zanarf’s head closer, pressing her lips to his in a soft, warm kiss.

The moment their lips touched, Zanarf’s eyes flew open.

“—Ria… ah, Floria,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “With that cute face and small chest, who is it that you’re thinking of…?”

Bracing his hands on the sheets, Zanarf pulled his hips back slightly—only to thrust forward again in one swift motion, burying his fully erect shaft deep inside her.

“Ah…!”

Floria gasped, a sharp, searing pain shooting through her. It felt as though something inside her had snapped, and the burning sensation spread, leaving her trembling. The overwhelming heat and weight of him pulsed within her, sending shivers down her spine.

His shaft, buried deep within her, radiated more heat than her own body.

“——Ria… could it be… is this your first time?”