Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 193 192-Why Does it Hurt Every Time? (1st update, Cheer me with Power Stones!)

Chapter 193 Chapter 192-Why Does it Hurt Every Time? (1st update, Cheer me with Power Stones!)

At the very same moment, Emma's soft and delicate hands had already peeled off John's underwear, gripping the stoutly standing dragon, carelessly pulling it towards her own lower body.

John smirked, rubbing his penis up and down, left and right, while his other hand continued to gently stroke her belly and chest.

Emma once again closed her eyes and hugged the pillow, biting a corner of the pillow with her lips as her head swayed side to side.

From time to time, John let the head of his penis collide and contact her clitoris, eliciting different sounds from her mouth.

"...Hngh...ah..."

Slowly, John moved his massive dragon to the flowing wet spot, following the flow of her juices, he moved his penis back and forth, and before long, the dragon's head was covered in slippery fluid.

John knew the time was ripe, he probed forcefully at the flowing spot, not getting in, but she let out a yelp and pulled her buttocks back a little.

"Did it hurt?" John softly asked by her ear.

"A... A little..." Emma panted in reply.

"Just a little, don't be afraid, I won't let it hurt too much..."

Emma nodded and shyly smiled at John.

This coquettish resistance and shy demeanor could drive anyone crazy, making them wish to press her down and ravage her right away...

John's aim now was at the entrance of her womanhood, he continually tried to get Emma accustomed to his rhythm through thrusting.

As expected, she seemed to have relaxed quite a bit, and she continuously thrust her hips to meet his own...

John knew, from the thrusting motions, this girl was experiencing a pleasure she had never felt before, their coordination was getting better and better...

The more Emma's juices flowed, the more she anticipated.

Suddenly, John thrust his hips forward hard...

Finally, the dragon had fully entered its rightful den...

"...Mmph... ah... ah... ah..."

Emma's continuous high-pitched screams were mixed with a little pain and a hint of satisfaction, it was incredibly complex.

She pushed hard against John's hips with both hands, her beautiful eyes filled with tears:

"Johnny... it hurts..."

John lowered his head to kiss Emma, comforting her, "It's like this at the start, slowly your body will adapt..."

Shyly, the girl buried her head into the pillow, striving to meet John's thrusts.

John looked down to see her swollen labia pressed to one side, the small slit now wide open revealing her tender clitoris and inner lips, tightly conjoined with his own penis.

John slowly stopped his movements, letting their lower bodies remain intimately connected.

Gradually, Emma felt the pain receding bit by bit, replaced by waves of numb pleasure.

John looked down again.

Disheveled hair, luscious lips, dewy eyes, blushing cheeks, panting breaths, voluptuous body, fair skin... all of it completely intoxicating him.

"Does it still hurt now..." John asked softly.

Emma smiled, shaking her head slowly, her eyes growing more and more misty...

John was well aware of the size of his own dragon.

He gently shook his hips, curious about her reaction.

He saw a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, her pupils constricting a little.

John instantly understood, she was trying to hide her pain from him, enduring it...

He stroked Emma's hair, giving her a knowing smile...

In response, she affectionately reached out to him, wrapping her arms around John's neck, burying her head in his chest.

John's attention was all on his own penis.

Subconsciously, he pulled out a little, then pushed back in a bit.

Emma became brave, actively matching John's thrusts.

After almost twenty such back-and-forth movements, her voice was no longer one of pain, but of soft moans, "...Hngh... ah... oh... mm..."

Unbeknownst to them, the dragon had already penetrated more than halfway.

John could feel how warm she was inside, as if something was gripping and continuously writhing around his penis, bringing him an inexplicable pleasure.

John passionately lifted her waist, sinking his hips downward with force, the enormous dragon reached the deepest part...

Emma bit down hard on John's shoulder.

"...Ah..."

She moved her hands to John's waist, gripping him tightly, preventing him from moving.

John whispered into her ear:

"Does it still hurt..."

"A little... it's okay... I can bear it, be gentle, please..."

Emma released her mouth, hastily wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.

She had bitten too hard earlier, inadvertently making a small wound on John's shoulder.

John didn't mind, his body was completely occupied by the pleasure derived from their intimate connection.

He barely noticed the small bite mark on his shoulder.

Emma ran her hands along John's back, head, and hips, as John savored the warmth and stirring below her...

He lifted Emma's perky buttocks, his penis slid out all at once, leaving only the tip inside, then plunged back in again with a thrust.

"...Ah...I'm starting to feel a bit comfortable...Oh...a bit comfortable...It's not hurting anymore..."

Emma murmured softly, her hands continuously pushing and pulling at John's waist.

"Oh...It feels so good...Big brother, you...are so good...Mmm...so good...Mmm..."

John, hearing her soft moans of pleasure, felt a sense of accomplishment and conquest surge within him.

He thrust even more forcefully, several times sliding out entirely due to the magnitude of his movements.

But thanks to inertia, her natural lubrication, and his firm erection, they found a rhythm, with no obstacles, sliding back in with ease.

Emma arched her slender body, sitting on John's lower abdomen, her body writhing constantly.

Her eyes were seductive, moaning while stuttering: "...Ah...Mmm...why...why does it always hurt so much..."

"It must be because... yours is... too big..."

John's smile was gentle, nothing could give a man more sense of accomplishment than these words...

"Don't worry, after we do this more, gradually you'll mold to my shape..."

Such explicit language made Emma blush uncontrollably, but the numb pleasure of her body made her unable to focus on anything else.

Her petite region was slightly swollen and red, and John's 'dragon' seemed like a soaked compressed substance, becoming unusually large, with veins bulging all over.

But the more Emma's fluids increased, the better the lubrication.

Without knowing when, one of her hands started to pull aside her thong, so that John's 'dragon' could go in smoothly without obstruction.

John suddenly flipped over, pressing Emma underneath him, pulling out his 'dragon', and repeatedly squeezed it against her tiny flesh hole.

"...Don't pull...out...Don't...I want..."

"You...hard...you need to...good...not...good..."

"...Hurry...Go in...Fast..."

John chuckled, tapping her abdomen up and down with his thick 'dragon', rubbing against her inner thighs.

Emma became impatient, grabbing the large member before her, guiding it towards her opening herself.

John took advantage of her distraction, thrusting hard, his member fully engulfed, his groin smacking into hers, making a 'pap' sound. Her whole body even slid a bit towards the head of the bed.

Emma immediately showed immense satisfaction, her cherry lips slightly parted, humming in her mouth "...Mmm...Mmm...".

"...Will we...have...a little baby...doing this...Will I get pregnant?" Emma half-closed her beautiful eyes, suddenly asking curiously.

"Well... do you want to have a baby?" John laughed, continuing to thrust.

"...I'm scared...I'm afraid..." Emma mumbled.

John immediately burst into laughter.

Emma pouted, her hands kept stroking John's back, occasionally moaning from her nostrils: "...Ah...Mmm..."

"Husband, now...hard...I'm so itchy inside...you hard...I feel so good..."

"I want you...to keep...keep penetrating...every day...Oh...good...so good...hard...Oh...I'm dying...So comfortable...how are you...so...skilled...making me feel...so good...Oh...I don't need anything else...I only need you...I want you...Oh..."

Emma's fluids became more abundant, already wetting her little thong and a large part of the bedsheet...

Because of the force and the amount of fluids, each thrust made a "squish...squelch...squish squelch" sound.

After a bout of thrusting, John suddenly felt her vagina applying pressure, as if she was constantly contracting...

And as if sucking his member with her vagina, making John feel tingling all over his body as if he was being electrocuted.

"...Mmm..." John groaned.

As if there was an inexhaustible energy ready to burst out, he fiercely increased the amplitude and speed, crazily thrusting.

"...Oh...Oh...Ah..." Emma also kept making noises, suddenly grabbing John's neck with both hands, her head held high, teeth trembling on her lower lip, her legs curled around John's waist, her whole body almost clinging to John's.

"...Mmm...Oh..." Emma's moaning got louder, "Husband...I can't...I'm going to die...I love you to death...I can't...do it...I can't...I'll go first...I...am leaving...Oh..."

Finally, accompanied by John's low growl, the two collapsed simultaneously on the soft bed, leaving only the faint scent of carnality in the air, telling the stories of the passion that had just happened...