Chapter 353: Irina
Just as Irina's triumphant expression began to surface, before she could even complete a full sentence, Haruto's fingers had already fully parted her flower-like lips and entered her.
Irina instinctively arched her body, then pressed forward to meet his intrusion.
Pure physical pleasure made her unable to restrain another startled cry, her voluptuous hips swaying with abandon.
While moving, Haruto captured her cherry lips with passionate kisses.
This action startled the young woman momentarily, but soon made her even more immersed in the most primal desires.
After a prolonged passionate kiss, Haruto could wait no longer. Burning with desire, he whispered, "Miss Irina, shall we continue?"
"I... I don't know..."
Irina responded with charming shyness, panting softly with delicate murmurs.
"Didn't you want a child? Don't you intend to complete the mission?"
"That's right... the mission... I must complete the mission..."
The struggle and conflict in the young woman's eyes gradually cleared, though this clarity resembled more of a psychological self-preservation.
Haruto kissed Irina again, and this time she responded with equal passion.
Suddenly, Haruto withdrew, only to press down upon her smooth body once more.
"Tell me you want to bear my child."
Gazing intently at Irina, Haruto slowly used his knee to part her snow-white, rounded thighs.
His hand slid once more into her flower passage, gently caressing her.
Irina was already wet and slick, completely in the optimal state. As his fingers teased her most sensitive pearl, she couldn't help but let out soft, panting moans.
"Don't torment me anymore, I beg you... give it to me... please give it to me..."
"Mmm, I'll help you complete the mission now. But whether you can seize the opportunity to conceive in one go depends entirely on you."
Irina's supine body twisted slightly, her full chest heaving rapidly as an indescribable aura of desire emanated from her entire being.
Haruto raised his towering member, aligning it with her alluring, beautiful entrance. He first gently rubbed against her outer petals, then focused on teasing and stimulating that rosy pearl.
The maiden's untouched, delicate valley couldn't withstand the stimulation, and embarrassing streams of arousal continuously flowed forth.
"Irina, I'm entering now."
Haruto's thick dragon gradually pushed inward bit by bit. Under such an assault, her hymen was forcefully broken.
The moment Irina lost her virginity, Haruto used his skilled techniques to quickly transform the pain into intense pleasure, stimulating her body.
Thus, the large-chested beauty with chestnut-colored hair didn't experience much pain.
Not only that, under his dual cultivation abilities, the desires Irina had long suppressed deep within her heart burst forth all at once.
The beautiful girl's narrow passage was tight, overflowing with heat and moisture. Her delicate, elastic flower passage completely swallowed Haruto's lengthy dragon, taking it all in at once.
Although Haruto had consciously controlled his size, an ordinary maiden wouldn't have been able to accommodate him during her first time.
"So wonderfully slick..."
When his dragon reached the deepest part of Irina's passage, he couldn't help but murmur softly.
It felt incredibly good, like heavenly bliss - truly worthy of being a virgin angelic beauty raised by the church since childhood.
Haruto felt as if his dragon was tightly enveloped by something - scorching hot, wonderfully tight, warm and slippery.
The fleshy walls within her flower path were subtly undulating and spasming, like a jade clam sucking on his dragon's head, creating a tingling, numbing sensation.
Crucially, her delicate valley was exquisitely tender, wonderfully smooth and refined - truly living up to the name "springwater jade pot." As Haruto's dragon entered, warm fluids continuously gushed forth.
"Ah...!"
Irina cried out softly. Although the pain of losing her virginity had been minimized, she could still feel the discomfort of her hymen breaking.
Pain and pleasure intermingled, leaving her uncertain whether to crave deeper penetration from the dragon or to push it away.
The young girl's delicate brows furrowed slightly, tears streaming down her face. Her fragile form trembled like a slender willow in the wind, softening the heart of Haruto who had originally intended to be more forceful.
Though he claimed it was all for the mission, he knew Irina was just somewhat awkward in personality, not truly mission-obsessed.
If she hadn't felt affection for Haruto - or if it had been anyone else, even the archangel Michael - she wouldn't have agreed to this mission.
Haruto leaned down, gently smoothing the young girl's disheveled hair with his hands, speaking softly: "Irina-chan, I'm sorry for hurting you."
He gently wiped away the tear stains on Irina's cheeks, kissed her shy, fragrant lips, lightly nibbled her straight nose bridge, and tenderly comforted this stunning beauty who was momentarily panicked and flustered.
The rigid dragon remained still within Irina's warm, damp valley, holding position without further movement, quietly waiting for her to gradually adjust.
Under Haruto's tender affection, Irina felt the initial pain slowly fade away. In her bashful silence, the thick, fiery dragon filled her lower body with a swelling fullness and waves of tingling numbness.
Her teary eyes gradually softened into tenderness, as soul-devouring pleasure stirred her long-suppressed desires.
The flaxen-haired, buxom beauty felt her spring passions rekindled. With a soft moan, she unconsciously twisted her body, her slender waist and full hips swaying gently as she savored the tingling pleasure from the friction between the dragon and her blossom path.
In this moment, she resembled a delicate flower awaiting care—shy and vulnerable, yet yearning for nourishing rain.
Haruto naturally understood her reactions and needs. Finding it amusing, he asked knowingly, "Dear Irina, does it still hurt?"
Irina's fair face flushed crimson, but she answered honestly with a breathless whisper, "It... doesn't anymore, but... inside feels... itchy..."
Gently nibbling her delicate earlobe, Haruto murmured softly, "Irina-chan, what would you like to do next?"
"Mmm... ah..."
The girl bit her lip, her amethyst eyes glistening as if about to overflow with moisture. Yet her stubborn nature prevented her from speaking beguiling words.
Irina felt the massive presence deep within her body—fiery, thick, hard, and magnificent. It seemed to possess a life of its own, eagerly stirring without awaiting its master's command.
Even clenching tightly proved futile. The wondrous pleasure forced uncontrollable soft gasps and continuous moans from the girl as she wrapped her long, pale legs tightly around Haruto's waist and hips.
Haruto's exploring dragon head sought out the sensitive, moist blossom core, grinding and rotating against the tight grasp of the beautiful cavern's walls. This made the blossom core tremble in resonance, engaging in a mutual licking dance with the dragon head.
Having mastered countless women, Haruto knew well that Irina was now consumed with thirst, her spring desires raging and swaying.
She needed Haruto to unveil her deepest truths, to cleanse her life's ideal of devotion to divinity that had been illusory from the start.
Through the most powerful thrusts, the swiftest strokes, and the strongest friction, he would bring her to the peak of climax, making her submit willingly and recognize reality.
Haruto lowered his head to capture one of Irina's plump, trembling peaks as she writhed in response. While sucking and nibbling, he pulled his body forcefully, fiercely assailing her sensitive spring-water jade pot and blossom core.
No longer teasing, Haruto gradually slowed his thrusts, pressing his solid chest against her firm, proud jade peaks—so smooth and soft—rubbing and squeezing them with immense pleasure.
The sexy, fiery maiden's body burned with desire like flames.
Under Haruto's grinding, slow withdrawals, and gentle insertions, her tender buds stiffened. Her enchanting body twisted intensely, her crimson lips slightly parted, emitting intoxicating sounds. Her slender waist swayed recklessly, meeting the massive dragon plunging deep within her.
Gazing down at the noble Irina pinned beneath him, consumed by unbearable passion and uttering wanton cries, Haruto knew he had led her into the most primal of pleasures.
Young Haruto moved with varying depths and rhythms, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, thrusting in and out of her fairy grotto until Irina was driven to the brink of ecstasy.
Seeing Irina's utterly bewitching appearance as she cast aside all inhibitions, Haruto increased the speed and force of his movements.
A series of vigorous thrusts, each penetrating deep into the floral passage, struck against the sensitive core. The spring waters within the tight cavern overflowed like a bursting dam, matching the rhythm of his firm lower abdomen repeatedly pounding against her snow-white mound, producing sharp, slapping sounds.