Baphomet Sister 17

"Aahn! It feels so gooddd..."

The shiver of numbness that traveled up my spine drove me to make my movements more and more intense.

My love juices oozed out, wetting my thighs and his rod.

The dew of love juices and pre-cum mixed and became lubricant, intensifying the pleasure.

I enjoyed the wet sounds and started deliberately making more lascivious noises.

"Ah. Listen, big brother. Your thing and mine are making such a great sound. 'Squish squish.' They're rubbing together a lot and it feels so good...!"

At my words, big brother let out an ecstatic cry of his own.

I wanted to hear more of his cries as he was tossed about by the pleasure, and shook my hips more fiercely, almost as if I'd gone and become a beast.

And yet, it was gradually ceasing to be enough.

Rubbing his rod felt good, but my loins were aching to be tied to him more deeply.

That place had been squirming and twitching for some time, keeping up a constant, heartrending complaint that it wanted to be connected with big brother.

My wish to become one with him became a powerful thirst.

I was in agony.

Ragged breathing filled my ears and my heart rioted in my breast.

"Hey, big brother. I can't bear it anymore..." I whispered, raising my body and straddling big brother.

He was still staring vacantly in my direction, perhaps overwhelmed by pleasure.

Flashing a charming smile at him, I softly grasped his towering pole.

"Lilia..."

A glimmer of reason returned to big brother's eyes.

I put a little more pressure into my grip on his rod and stopped his attempt to cry for me to stop.

The abrupt increase in stimulation cut short his words and made him let out a short gasp, as if in pain.

"You don't mind, do you? Do you?" I whispered, staring at big brother.

Without waiting for an answer, I pressed my now-saturated privates against his glans.

We had both become sensitive, and the moment our flesh touched an electric current seemed to flow between us, sending a shiver up my spine.

For just an instant, I closed my eyes and stopped moving.

Big brother's thing was touching my entrance.

His touch, while hot, was gentle and without fear.

Then I began to slowly lower my hips.

My petals were split open to either side, and I opened my mouth to engulf the tip of his penis.

It struck the heart of my secret place, that little trench, and slipped quietly inside.

"Mmm...!"

I let out a moan at the first shock.

It felt strange, like my body was being split open.

But there was no pain, and my heart was being filled with joy.

"Ah... Ooo..."

I thought I could hear a straining noise.

Even so, I continued to lower my hips without hesitation.

The hard penis was splitting me open, advancing deeper and deeper inside me.

It gave me a feeling of pressure, like I was being made to hold my breath, but that pressure was exceeded by the intense pleasure that was ruling me.

It seemed that big brother felt the same again: he was gritting his teeth while letting out a strangled cry.

He was moving his body a little, perhaps trying to resist even now that we had come this far, but it was no use now that he was fully pinned beneath me.

In fact, every time big brother stirred he sent an unpredictable, unintentional thrust of pleasure running through me, assisting my love juice-oozing insertion.

Forcing open the tight interior of my vagina like that, big brother's thing was being steadily buried inside me.

My walls and his rod scraped against each other as it slowly advanced deeper and deeper into me.

At last, the tip of his pole reached my deepest place.

Big brother's hips were pressed tight against me.

"Mm... It's all, in."

The sensation of a hot thing having been buried in the core of my body was gradually spreading.

I heaved a sigh, overjoyed at the feeling. I shivered.

At the same time, my wagging tail brushed against big brother.

"A, are you alright?" Big brother's voice reached me.

He sounded worried, but his voice carried less guilt than it did concern for me.

Steadying my ragged breathing, I nodded.

"Yeah... I'm fine."

When I glanced down, I saw that something red was oozing from between my legs.

The red stuff, mixed with my love juices, was spreading over big brother's skin, flowing down onto the sheets and dirtying the white fabric.

Keeping my ragged breathing in check, I stared at the slowly seeping stain.

I'd given my virginity to big brother.

Yes, I felt the reality of it: a mysterious sense of joy I'd never tasted before.

It didn't hurt at all.

On the contrary, the feeling of big brother sheathed inside my vagina brought me an intermittent pleasure.

"It doesn't hurt at all. Quite the opposite; it feels really good."

At those words, big brother let out a sigh of relief.

"Is that, so?"

"Eh he he. Were you worried for me?"

"Uh, no, I mean..."

When I peered down at his face, big brother looked away from me.

Grinning at his profile, now bright red, I placed both hands on his chest.

"I'm gonna move, okay?" I spoke briefly, gently lifting my hips.

Our close-pressed flesh was slowly separating.

My soft flesh was rubbed by big brother's soft flesh, and I couldn't help crying out.

With each movement of my hips, big brother's thing was being withdrawn from me bit by bit.

My walls clung regretfully to his pole, desperate to avoid the parting.

Frustration, heartache and pleasure jumbled together and whirled around inside me.

It seemed to be the same for big brother: he was gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, trying desperately to endure the pleasure as he moaned beneath me.

The pole that had filled my vagina had been mostly extracted, its tip now near my entrance.

Every time I shook my hips the oscillations were transformed into pleasure, and love juice oozed from my slit.

His soaking-wet rod was reflected in my eyes.

It was quivering forlornly, veins standing out on its surface, as if to say that it wanted to be enveloped in warm flesh.

I let out a breath and lowered my hips again.

The feeling of big brother entering filled my body.