Iris caught her breath as pain seared through her,

‘Ah!'

His invading desire spread her apart her inner muscles giving her a deep feeling of oppression that could not be compared to fingers. The deep ache was unimaginable.

‘Ah!'

When accepting a man for the first time, there was pain to be expected. But even though, she had the fore knowledge not to be tense and not to hold her breath but to try and relax, there was no way she could imagine being attacked by such pain.

Iris closed her eyes tightly as she clenched the sheets so hard her nails were digging into her palms.

‘Are you out of strength, Iris?'

She really wanted to tell him she could not do it; it was impossible.
She wanted him to withdraw.

She shook her head from side to side.
Even so, severe pain burned between her legs. Tears poured out of Iris' eyes.
Relentless, his thick meat stick pushed forward opening her mucosal walls, and increasing in size causing deep pain to push up from her lower abdomen.

‘Oh~ oh. Why?'

Iris finally took a breath and glared at Ernest.

Even though the pain was terrible, did he have to do such a barbaric thing as making his penis bigger inside her?
‘I'm sorry, I couldn't help it,' he said. He looked as though he was in discomfort too.

He had a deep frown like he was desperately trying to endure something. He grabbed her thigh in one hand and embraced her shoulder with the other, as he slowly retreated and pushed forward again, opening the inner walls of narrow her honey pot all the way to the womb. From the outer part of where she was spread apart by his thick manhood, crimson blood seeped out; a testimony of her purity.

The pain was beginning to pass, but her insides felt like it was burning. His penis buried inside her was really deep, Iris dug her nails into Ernest arm and panted,

‘Iris, it is still hurting?' he asked her anxiously.

‘It hurts.' Iris replied with tears in her eyes.

Ernest was beginning to sweat maximising his sex appeal.

But Iris did not understand why her lower abdomen was cramping.

Contrary to Iris, who was still in pain, Ernest looked happy despite his frown. His lustful golden eyes looked gleeful as he watched and waited for her to adjust to him,

‘Finally, you're mine.'

‘Finally…?'

‘Yes. I have wanted you for so long. I wanted you so much that I have become twisted.'

How should she take what he was saying? She was confused; Ernest had only taken the love potion tonight which induced the affection for Iris. Did it come with a component that made the dosed person believe they have had a long time affection for the person who drugged them?

Ernest kissed Iris who was thinking too much.

He began to move and the pain made her gasp opening her mouth. Ernest took advantage and slipped his tongue in. She accepted him.

A warm pleasure began to build over the pain and shame. If letting go was the way to get rid of the pain, she entangled her tongue with him.

Ernest was still and the pain started to ease.

She really did not want him to move.
Ernest ran his hand from her hip, caressed her body up to her breast; wrapping his large hand around the small mound of flesh.

‘Oh~'

‘I promised to make it as big as you want, we have to keep at it.'

‘Oh~ you promised to...oh~ ahn~'

Ernest smiled and kissed her quenching Iris' paltry resistance. He began to gently fondle her breast.
Even though, she had touched her breasts while bathing, she would never have thought they were this sensitive. Tonight she had come to learn they were an erotic weakness for her.

He rolled and crushed the hard nipple in the palm of his hand, sending pleasure signals shooting to her lower abdomen, which should be hurting.

‘Ah, Ernest…' she cried.

‘What's wrong? Do you still hurt?' he asked her knowingly. He was rubbing both her breasts with his palms, her hard coral nipples were swirled in the centre of his palm lighting a sensual fire within her.

Watching her violet eyes, Ernest knew the difference between her discomfort and arousal. He dropped little kisses on her eyelids and the corner of her eyes, where her tears ran, her nose, her lips,

‘I think they are beautiful enough,'

‘What are you talking about?'

‘Your breasts; they feel smoother than silk to the touch. I feel like they are just right for me. And smaller breasts are more sensitive…'

‘Ah, how rude…' she replied impulsively forgetting Ernest's position. She blushed in mortification, but she could not take back her words.

‘Ernest…'

‘Iris, I love you.' he said.

She wondered if he liked being abused.

Maybe he liked to be scolded by a woman in a lower position to him. Ernest smiled happily, but the smile did not irritate her, rather, it made her heart throb instead.

She wondered why…

She should not be happy being told her breasts were small. And she should not be attaching herself to a dangerous man who was happy to be insulted. But Ernest's words did not belie any ridicule, his words gently wrapped around the soft part of Iris' heart.

Even though, he was dripping in sweat, his handsome and happy expression did not change. She watched him silently.

‘Oh, that's right,' he muttered.

‘I have to leave proof that you're mine alone.'

‘Proof that what…? Hnn!' Ernest tucked his face into the crook of her neck and sucked hard on the delicate skin, while rubbing her breasts. There was as slight pain followed by sweet sensations zipping thought her body.

‘It came out beautifully coloured.'

Just as he did before on her back and breasts, he began to suck on her skin till the patch became red like blooming flowers.

Even the pain began to be converted to pleasure in her brain. Ernest kissed her and drank from her charming lips.

‘Now you are mine alone.' he whispered hotly against her swollen lips.

To ensure she was his, he took her chastity, but this desire to monopolise her was born from the love potion. Yet, despite being aware of it in her head, her maiden heart that should have been thrown away a year ago was filled with the flame of lust hot enough to ignite her. Before Iris could feel guilty about it, Ernest began to move within her.

At first he moved gently, but the inner walls of her vagina was tightly wrapped around his penis leaving no room to manoeuvre. Even the gentle moments created an uncomfortable pressure and pain in her.

‘You're so tight, Iris, can you endure?' he asked as he carried on.

But, something was rising from under the pain. Everytime his manhood pushed forward into her, and pulled back, a pleasant feeling flowed from inside her through the walls making her tremble.

‘Ernest-ahn~ ah~' In the midst of various sensations, Iris held onto Ernest's arm.

A subconscious affirmation.

Ernest took it, and hugged her closer as he increased the speed of his sprint within her.

She could only moan and cling to him.
Did she feel good or was it painful?

She could not decide.

Ernest's muscular body rubbed against her soft one as he thrust in and out of her. He began to play with her breast again.

‘N, ~aa~, there, ya~a' she cried surprised by the added stimulation.

Her slender hips bounced.

‘What do you think? Do you remember it feels good here?' he asked teasing her as he continued to rub her honey pot with his hard phallus while pinching her nipples between his fingers.

He fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples, stimulating a thread of desire that began to fill her lower abdomen.

‘Ahn~ stop, if you…~'

As he thrust, his manly hair covered pelvis crushed and teased her pleasure nubbin that was swollen and peeping out from under its hood. As he drowned her in kisses, Iris began to be dominated by pleasure from head to toe. She clung onto Ernest so she would not lose herself to the sea of desire.

‘Oh Iris, I love it. I love you…' he whispered against her lips.

He braced her back with one hand bringing her hips closer to he could thrust in deeper. He was invading her to the limit, pushing his male core deep into her depths. She began to subconsciously match his thrusts as the deep pleasure began to exceed the pain. His hand held her fast to him as he repeatedly thrust in and out of her powerfully, making her accept him deeper into her.

‘Hi, a~a……I can't help it anymore…'

she cried out. Contrary to her reluctant words, her body was greedy for the pleasure to the point of deliriousness. Her inner walls contracted around him tightly as he penetrated inward reluctant to let go.
Her honey pot contracted around his manhood trying to squeeze out his sperm, her body bowed from the pleasure despite being held by his sturdy body.

‘Oh Iris, I'm at my limit too. Let's… together…'

Iris understood that she was allowed to release the heat that had built up to a crescendo. She let go, and was swept up to the heights of climax.

As though to keep up, Ernest gave one final thrust and filled her with his hot white fluid. The rich hot splash was poured in by the King of Berghausen. She realised she could not return to a state where there was nothing between them.

His weary voice full of deep affection said, ‘Iris, I am never going to let you go.'

This false affection made Iris' heart ache. What was going to happen in the future?

Yet, some small part of her felt happiness as Ernest's strong arms wrapped around her untrustworthy body that harboured an uneasy heart.