Do you hate it that much?

Lorelai groaned as she felt sharp pain spread from her lower body all the way to her belly button. She felt like she was about to be torn apart. 

Resorting to mockery once again, the man leaned over her, kissed her fluttering lashes, watching as she winced from his unexpected touch, and whispered into her ear,

"See? It can fit. You took it well, good job."

Although she knew that he was right, Lorelai still couldn't believe that he managed to push himself all the way in. It felt like her stomach was about to explode. At a glance, a part of her belly looked like it was bulging. She breathed rapidly, desperately holding onto the crumpled sheets.

As if to divert her attention from the uncomfortable feeling, the man moved his hands back up to her exposed breasts. He gently touched her bosom—pinching, pressing, and rolling its hardened tips. Her skin felt like silk beneath his fingers.

He then slowly withdrew himself from her completely and stiffened for a moment.

"…."

The stranger narrowed his eyes and looked down at the blood-stained spot where their bodies joined. He slightly frowned when he spotted bloodstains on the white cloth of the bedsheets, then soon began to move his body again in the familiar rhythm.

After some time, it finally started to feel smoother. He softly moved inside her back and forth, adjusting his movements and slowly repeating the ones that were accepted with more ease, until Lorelai fully adjusted to them. 

She thought she could bear it if the slow pace continued, but his thrusts had started to become more demanding. With his pace speeding up, his mouth was in a tight line as he controlled his strength and his desire to ravage her like an animal. Thankfully, he was still aware of how delicate the woman in his arms was.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked through gritted teeth. 

Even though the initial discomfort still remained, Lorelai shook her head, prepared to endure it till it was finally over. His enormous thing in her stomach was overwhelming—she felt stretched out far more than she thought was possible and yet, she braced herself, silently repeating calming words inside her head. 

At last, the pain began to slowly subside. The princess let go of the sheets she was grabbing and carefully touched her lower belly.

The feeling of something foreign moving inside her instantly made her scared. She still couldn't believe that he was able to put his enormous length inside her. Applying slight pressure with her fingertips, she felt the outline of his thing poking her rigorously.

Her eyes opened wide and her lips released a faint gasp.

Silently watching what she was doing, the man let out a brief laugh.

He slowly removed his thing but left its head touching her entrance. It was then that Lorelai's frozen face brightened up. She mustered up her courage and asked,

"That's it? Is it over?"

"You really have no shame, do you?" The man raised his eyebrows as if he were truly offended and plunged inside her once again, "This is only the beginning."

That was the very moment when the stranger showed his true nature. He started to rapidly screw her insides, making it seem that the fast rhythm he exhibited just a few seconds ago was only a preview.

Slapping sounds of clashing flesh rang around. Lorelai, who was trying to digest the man's words, was turning into a complete mess.

"Ah!"

It seemed as if there were countless white lights flashing before Lorelai's eyes. Every time he struck, her body would bounce, and her eyes would well up with tears. It was painful. But, at the same time, she couldn't deny the sparks of pleasure flickering inside her.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The burning sensation was so intense, that Lorelai felt as if she lost control of her body while her legs involuntarily locked around the stranger's waist. Her heels began to kick him on his beg and her voice resorted to a pleading,

"Ugh, this is too fast..! Go slower!"

Her begging, however, seemed to have stimulated the man even more. As he let out a deep groan, his arousal faintly shook and Lorelai felt him swell up inside her even more. 

She could not believe that it had become even bigger than before. Helpless, she tried to push him away. The man snatched both of her wrists and joined them together in his big hand. Then, he brought them to his lips and started gently biting her thin fingers, fighting with the desire to bite them to the bone. 

"Trust me, I'm trying..."

'What a liar!'

Lorelai cried silently while he continued to devour her.

Every time he slammed, he managed to go even deeper, and Lorelai found herself breathless and unable to let out even a single moan—the pleasure was too overwhelming. 

Was it really what sex was like? Each time?

Lorelai was not clueless, but she could never imagine that it would be as intense.

Was it because he wasn't human? No matter how wild people could get in her imagination, doing it with this man was definitely out of the ordinary. She truly felt as if she were being eaten up alive by a beast.

At last, a strange sensation began to rise within her. It felt like her body was going to fall apart and drown in flames at the same time. It was a sense of pleasure she couldn't endure. 

"Please... That's enough..."

"Do you hate it that much?"

As if offended once again, the man pulled himself out of Lorelai and she reflexively tightened her legs together. Watching him in all his glory, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed; the view was just too erotic to remain calm. 

On the other hand, her companion was utterly devoid of shame. Nodding his head at her wet inner thighs, he smirked, "Then what's all this?"

His bold, mocking words made Lorelai close her eyes and cover her flushed face with both hands. She felt absurd. It was absurd how turned on she was by him; even his teasing couldn't ruin it now. 

"You're behaving like an animal!"

The stranger scoffed again, "I'm glad you've noticed."

And with that outrageous retort, he clasped Lorelai's ankle in both hands, kissed it, and shoved himself into her once again.