Well Above Average
"Go deeper, if you… please."
At that half-resigned plea, Asselin hesitated, then began moving his fingers again, more carefully this time.
"More."
His fingers, already slick and soaked from all the back-and-forth, now slid smoothly into place. The initial hesitation had largely burned away, and her blunt, direct demands had been added to the mix, so his hand started moving with considerably more conviction. Not that it ever rose beyond the fumbling of a virgin boy playing with himself for the first time.
Still, pathetic as it was, it counted as caressing, and somehow it stoked the heat in her. As her arousal welled up, the wet, squelching sounds grew more and more shameless.
"Hah, deeper. Faster."
Libitina kept whimpering at his impatient, teasing rhythm. Shame and embarrassment had long since evaporated; all she craved now was pleasure intense enough to purge every last trace of the fever tormenting her body. Trying to match her demands, he pushed all his fingers in at once and picked up the pace, and his touch naturally grew rougher. When he jabbed his fingers in fast and scraped her inner walls with his fingertips, he flinched at his own audacity and glanced up.
And there he was, the corners of his eyes flushed scarlet, meeting head-on the violet gaze that was glaring at him with barely contained frustration.
The fingers that had finally found their rhythm stopped dead.
"Why do you keep stopping?"
Instead of answering, Asselin withdrew his hand entirely. With a slick, obscene sound, the hole that had been stretched so wide collapsed helplessly shut again. Her flat, sweat-dampened stomach rose and fell without pause.
So he's giving up? Getting me all worked up like an amateur and then running for it?
Libitina's face twisted. She was just about to snap at him to go find some other man if he couldn't handle it—
"Bringing just any man would be a problem."
The voice that came out was lower than before.
"If something needs to reach that deep."
Clank.
The buckle of his belt—the last thing barely containing his straining groin—came undone.
"…What?"
Libitina stared at him blankly. Asselin's lips were pressed into a firm line, as though he'd steeled himself. Bracing on one knee, he rose, calmly unbuckled his belt, and pushed down both trousers and underclothes.
"In case you were worried, I should mention that I washed on the way back. Also, I maintain my hygiene daily with a wet cloth as a matter of routine."
No wonder the other knights only got filthier as the days passed while he alone kept that pristine, saintly face—of course he'd selfishly hoard all the… wait, what is that?
"What is that?"
The thought escaped her mouth before she could stop it. Asselin faltered at her immediate, unfiltered reaction, naked bewilderment written all over it. The red staining the back of his neck seemed to darken another shade.
Still, without any further comment, he wrapped his hand around himself. He'd always seemed to have rather large hands, but gripping his half-erect cock, they looked unremarkable—which meant one thing and one thing only: what hung between those legs was no ordinary equipment.
"It's a size or so above average, so it should satisfy whatever length you require."
Libitina couldn't say a word. From its dramatic entrance onward, Asselin's cock had been growing, thick and proud, tracking the slow strokes of his hand in real time.
…Is this man out of his mind? What part of that looks like it's 'a size or so' above average? Does he have virgin eyeballs that have never once seen another man naked?
A dry swallow went down along with a strange flicker of déjà vu. Perhaps his earlier insistence on using only his fingers hadn't been modesty at all—just a merciful attempt to avoid maiming someone with that preposterous thing.
"How is that supposed to fit inside a person—"
"I will do my best to proceed in whatever manner satisfies you most."
The rigid, upright length wedged itself between Libitina's thighs. In the very last instant before contact, an alarm bell went off somewhere in her pleasure-fogged mind.
Her body still ached for greater stimulation. But there was no need to spill blood for it, was there? She hadn't clawed her way out of that hellish demonic cave only to die of accidental death by intercourse.
If I let that thing in, there won't be anything left of my cunt. Blinding myself to danger for one bout of lust and wrecking this precious body of mine would be an idiotic choice—!
"Hnngh."
The thought never got any further. Something hot and hard, which had been teasing her entrance, abruptly surged forward in an attempt to enter. She'd felt discomfort even when it was just fingers—but this time the sheer width of it alone was alarming. The pressure of it stretching her narrow opening to its limit and advancing with no gap left to spare, filling her hole completely from the first thrust, stole the breath from her lungs.
Libitina's lips parted and closed wordlessly against a presence far larger than anything she'd imagined, until she finally managed to squeeze out a voice.
"This—something's not…"
"Did it work properly this time?"
She'd been about to say it's gone wrong when Asselin cut her off mid-sentence.
At the same moment, the cock that had been entering her with such careful deliberation suddenly drove deep inside in one motion. Her clenched walls were forced apart, and her core filled to bursting. Whatever sensation his fingers had been teasing out of her was forgotten in an instant, replaced by a shockingly numbing jolt that claimed the space entirely.
Gazing down at Libitina, whose lips could only flutter soundlessly, Asselin murmured in a low voice.
"It appears you've finally reached the place you wanted."
No. His had soared far, far past anything she'd been hoping for.
"Ah—hahh."
"You seem somewhat satisfied, so I'll begin moving."
This wasn't satisfaction. This was the limit of what a human body could endure.
When this man loses his sword, he could simply swing what's in his trousers instead!
The thought—a remark Asselin would surely have recoiled from as utterly vulgar, had he heard it—scattered dizzily through her mind. Her vision shook with the earnest motion of his hips, and the world swam before her eyes. Maybe it only seemed so exaggerated because she couldn't see it, only feel it—but she genuinely felt as though she were being run through by a massive iron skewer, her body split clean in two.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Asselin, who had confessed his own ignorance, proved the admission true by pounding into her to the root with no sense of measure whatsoever—and each time he did, Libitina felt a searing ache bloom low in her pelvis.
Granted, some of that pain might have stemmed from it being her first experience. Though she could hardly bring herself to admit it, this was the first coupling of her entire life, so perhaps her startled body had simply tensed up at the unfamiliar act and made everything hurt worse…
No. That's not it. Every ounce of this pain belonged to Asselin and his stupidly huge, stupidly long pillar. To that virgin who could hang a weapon like that between his legs and still possessed not one scrap of the skill to use it!
"Ah—uh, ngh."
In that sense, the abnormal state of her body was almost a blessing. The fever burning inside her seemed to heighten every erogenous zone it touched, and thanks to that, Libitina could lose herself not in the brutality of her first time, but in the sensations sweeping over her like a storm.
Certainly, his artless, single-minded pounding of his hips worked far better than the clumsy fiddling of his fingers had. With each repeated thrust, the pain thinned and diluted, while the scorching heat melted into crackling pleasure.
Every time the thick head burrowed past the limits of her walls and struck her deepest point, pleasure surged up beyond her control. At the same time, the heat that had been coiling inside her like a single swelling mass shattered, flake by flake, under the steady, relentless knocking. With every breath she took, the broken fragments of that heat spilled out of her.
"Hahh—!"
Despite movements devoid of the slightest technique, Libitina was consumed by lust in moments. The clumped heat inside her had come entirely undone now, crawling over every inch of her body like a swarm of tiny ants. The maddening itch of it kept twisting her limbs without her permission.
She wanted to buck her hips at the unbearable sensation, but she was held so firmly in place that she couldn't move an inch. Every time he drove upward, her body went sliding away like a straw mat, so Asselin had pinned her fast with both hands.
With a lewd squelch, the hard pillar stabbed into her depths. Drenched long since by her overflowing arousal, that obscene girth nevertheless glided smoothly into her hole.
"Nngh, ahn!"