He chuckled low, breath hot on my neck. Then he started moving again — very slow at first, pulling out only an inch or two before sliding back in. The drag felt like fire on raw skin, stinging every time the thick head pushed past the rim.
"Ah—! Stop—please—" I cried right away, legs trembling hard over his shoulders. My nails dug into his arms, trying to shove him. "Pull out—Lucas—it burns—hurts so much—!"
He kept the slow rhythm — in… out… in… out… — long, deliberate strokes that made me feel every vein, every inch stretching me wider than I could handle.
"Nn—ahh—! No—no—stop—" My sobs came out high and shaky. "Please… take it out… I can't—argh—!"
After what felt like forever of slow torture, he picked up the pace just a little — strokes longer, pulling out halfway now, then pushing back in with more force.
"Ah—ah—! Lucas—stop—hurts—!" My voice rose, breaking into pained whimpers. The bed creaked under us. "Slow down—please—too deep—nngh—!"
"Shh… quiet down," he teased, voice thick and rough. "You're so loud… someone might hear you crying like this."
He thrust faster — deeper — skin starting to slap against skin with wet sounds. Each push forced a fresh spike of burning ache through my core.
"Ah—ah—ahh—! No—no more—please pull out—!" I begged, tears pouring down my face, head thrashing. "Nngh—! It hurts—stop—ahhh—! Too much—!"
My body jerked with every thrust. The fullness was crushing — no room, no relief, just constant stretching and pressure. My cock bounced painfully against my stomach, still hard but throbbing with hurt.
Lucas groaned low in his throat. "Fuck… you're gripping me so tight… feels amazing…"
He sped up again — harder rhythm now — hips rolling forward with more power, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.
"Ahhh—! Stop—stop—Lucas—hurts—!" My cries turned into long, wailing moans. "Ah—ah—ah—! Please—no—pull out—argh—! I can't take it—nngh—!"
The burning spread everywhere — hot, raw pain with every deep stroke. My legs shook uncontrollably, toes curling tight. Tears soaked the pillow under my head.
He didn't slow down. Thrust after thrust — faster, deeper, relentless.
"Nnngh—! Ahhh—! No—no—no—stop—!" I screamed-moaned, voice hoarse and cracking. "Hurts—hurts—Lucas—please—stop—ah—ah—ahhh—! Too fast—argh—!"
Every slap of skin echoed louder. The bed frame knocked against the wall. My whole lower body ached — stretched, sore, on fire.
"Almost… there…" he panted, face buried in my neck, thrusts growing wild and erratic.
He went even faster — pounding now — hips snapping hard and quick, no mercy.
"Ahhh—! Nnngh—! No—no—no—stop—!" My voice broke into nonstop wailing. "Hurts—hurts—please—pull out—ah—ah—ah—! I can't—argh—! Stop—stop—Lucas—!"
Tears streamed endlessly. Pain spiked sharp with every brutal thrust — no easing, no pleasure, just overwhelming hurt and fullness.
Lucas's breathing turned ragged and desperate. He gripped my hips tighter, slamming in deep one last time.
"Gonna—come—inside—" he groaned low and broken.
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a long, guttural moan — "Ahhh—fuck—Kael—!"
Hot pulses flooded me, throbbing deep inside, making everything slicker and even more full. The sudden pressure forced my body to react — I clenched hard and came too, weak and painful spurts onto my stomach.
"Ah—! Nngh—hurts—!" I cried out, a sharp, sobbing moan as my body spasmed in pain, no wave of pleasure, just more ache and overwhelm.
Lucas moaned again — deep, satisfied — grinding slow and hard through his orgasm, pushing every last drop inside me.
We stayed locked together — him still buried deep, my legs trembling over his shoulders, both of us breathing heavy and ragged.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
"Don't… move…" I whispered, voice completely wrecked, tears still falling. "It hurts… please…"
He kissed my forehead softly, arms wrapping tighter around me. "Alright. We'll stay like this until tomorrow, okay?"
"No… that's not… argh…" I winced as he shifted the tiniest bit. "It hurts… pull out… please…"
He didn't move. Just held me close, cock still deep inside, while my quiet, pained whimpers mixed with his slow breaths in the dim blue light.
My legs were still hooked over his shoulders, body folded and aching. Every tiny twitch or breath he took sent fresh stings through the sore stretch.
I was breathing in short, ragged gasps, tears drying on my cheeks but new ones threatening. The room smelled like sweat, sex, and the faint ozone from the blue mage-flames.
He shifted slightly — just enough to make me wince.
"Ah—don't—" I hissed, voice hoarse from all the crying and moaning. "Don't move… still hurts…"
Lucas lifted his head from my neck, looking down at me with that lazy, satisfied smile. His golden hair was messy, eyes dark and hungry again already.
"Already?" he murmured, thumb brushing a tear track off my cheek. "But we're just getting started, little brother."
My stomach dropped. "What… what do you mean?"
He rolled his hips once — slow, deliberate — grinding deep without pulling out.
"Ahh—!" I yelped, nails digging into his arms. "No—no more—please—Lucas—it's too much—hurts—!"
He groaned low, clearly enjoying the way I clenched around him from the pain.
"You feel even tighter now," he said, voice rough. "All slick with my cum… perfect for round two."
I shook my head frantically. "No… I can't… please… pull out first… it's sore—burning—"
But he didn't listen.
He started moving again — slow circles at first, not thrusting yet, just stirring inside me, letting his softening cock harden back up while he rubbed against the raw walls.
"Nn—ah—stop—!" I whimpered, legs trembling. "Hurts… don't—argh—!"
He leaned down, kissed the corner of my mouth — soft, almost gentle — while his hand slid back to my chest. Fingers found a nipple, pinched lightly, rolled it.
"Ah—nngh—!" Another pained sound escaped me.
"See?" he whispered against my lips. "Your body's still responding."
He pulled out halfway — slow drag that made me sob — then pushed back in, deeper than before.
"Ahhh—! No—no—!" My voice cracked into a high wail. "Pull out—please—too soon—hurts—!"
Lucas groaned again, fully hard now. "Fuck… you're perfect like this."
He started thrusting — slow at first, long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in.
Each one felt worse than the last — raw, overstretched, burning like fire every time he bottomed out.
"Ah—ah—ahh—! Stop—Lucas—stop—!" I begged, tears starting again. "Hurts—hurts so much—please—!"
He picked up speed — steady rhythm, hips rolling forward with more force.
"Nnngh—! Ahhh—! No—no more—pull out—!" My cries got louder, broken moans mixing with sobs. "Argh—! Too deep—stop—please—!"
Skin slapped wetly again. The bed creaked louder. His cock dragged over every sore spot, no mercy.
He sped up more — harder, faster — pounding now.
"Ah—ah—ah—! Stop—stop—hurts—Lucas—!" My voice was wrecked, wailing nonstop. "Nngh—! No—no—no—ahhh—! Can't—hurts—please—!"
He gripped my hips, angling deeper, hitting that spot over and over even though it only made the pain sharper for me.
"Gonna fill you again," he growled, thrusts erratic. "Gonna make you take it all."
I sobbed louder. "No—don't—please—pull out—!"
But he didn't.
One final hard slam — he buried deep and came again with a rough moan — "Ahhh—Kael—fuck—!"
Hot spurts flooded me once more, adding to the mess inside, making everything slicker and fuller.
I clenched involuntarily from the pressure — body spasming in pain — and came weakly again, just from the overstimulation.
"Ah—! Nngh—hurts—!" I cried, pained and shaking, no real pleasure, just sharp ache and tears.
Lucas stayed inside, breathing heavy, grinding slow through the aftershocks.
We stayed like that — locked together, my legs shaking, his cock softening but still buried deep.