A real, good blade is forged under a heavy pressure, heat and the most important part… determination.
It's a long process, one that isn't the cup of tea for every person.
Only a selected few are the chosen ones, those that are allowed to forge their blades in the empress's domain.
And Aaron… he was the first chosen, the only one who directly or indirectly received the empress's permission to pierce her in the place she herself didn't try to touch much.
The place where the tightness and pressure is unmatched, and the heat is unbearable.
Only the dedicated one could dare to explore the uncharted territory.
Aaron cursed loudly alongside Karen's screams, grunting as he found his cock lodged into her hole as if someone had glued it shut with the super glue!
When he tried to thrust it forward, it slid in without an issue but…
Pulling out was a task in itself.
Going forward was like climbing stairs using an escalator. Smooth, easy and convenient.
