Hollow Crown: SSS-Ranked Godslayer’s Rise

Ethan's head dropped, his lips once again meeting hers, breath hot and unrelenting, their mouths clashing in a suffocating kiss. His dragon directly above her cave, throbbing, pulsing, dripping heat against her tender flesh.

Their lower bodies rubbed against each other ceaselessly, slick friction building between them, every grind making her shudder. Until this point, Ethan had only been providing pleasure without receiving it. Now that he was, it was a completely different type of heaven — his nerves burning, his body electrified by the molten heat of her folds.

And after so much time spent in preparation, there was no more need to hold back. His dragon aligned with the entrance of Lirael's sacred cave, pressing, teasing, slipping against her soaked lips.

Lirael came to her senses and when she felt him rubbing his big and thick cock on her pussy, her heart lurched violently in her chest.

She screamed, voice trembling, "E-Ethan, It won't fit. It will kill me. It's hugeeee...Ahhh—"

Her scream was cut short when, without warning, he pushed the tip of his member into her virgin pussy. The sudden stretch made her entire body jolt.

And with one final push, it broke the last barrier that prevented its entry. The entry was almost smooth, her pussy widened earlier by his fingers, drenched in the thick slickness of their mingled fluids. He could feel her tightening around him, gripping, spasming, as if trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time.

But the pain was there nonetheless, sharp and piercing, and Lirael's expression was twisted with both pain and pleasure, her body trembling, her breathing inconsistent, ragged gasps brushing against his cheek. He didn't move. Instead, he kissed her, swallowing her whimpers, and with his left hand he began to stimulate her clitoris, drawing circles with maddening patience in the hope to divert her mind from the pain.

After a few minutes, her breathing became steadier, the trembling of her body softening, and because Ethan never stopped caressing her breasts, kneading the soft mounds while occasionally teasing her clitoris, her pained expression was now almost over, replaced by one glazed with trembling anticipation.

"Lirael, are you okay now?" Ethan asked her, his voice low, husky, and filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine now…" Lirael whispered, averting her eyes and looking to the side, her lashes fluttering like she couldn't bear the weight of his gaze.

Hearing her say that and seeing her cute reaction reassured him a little, but he still didn't start moving.

Instead, he leaned forward, kissed her on the neck with slow, dragging hunger. Then he gently made her look into his eyes and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands didn't rest — his left palm squeezed her breasts, fingers sinking into her softness, while his thumb and forefinger pinched one of her nipples, tugging, rolling, making her arch against him.

Lirael quivered, her moan muffled in his mouth. Ethan continued, his tongue dominating hers, tasting her, devouring her sweetness. Lirael, now drowning in pleasure, responded desperately. Until now Ethan was the one sucking her tongue and lips, but now Lirael tried to do the same, clutching at him, pulling him deeper.

Unexpectedly, she felt the heat spike even more when she actively did that, and Ethan's groan told her he also liked it.

A little while after she lost herself in pleasure, she felt his thing twitching inside her, thick and alive, as her pain was now gone. She knew Ethan wasn't moving because he was waiting for her, restraining himself despite the suffocating tightness surrounding him.

She broke the kiss, breathless, and murmured in a trembling, low voice, "Ethan… It's not hurting anymore. You can start doing what you want." Her voice was barely audible, but Ethan's face was only an inch away, and he heard her clearly.

He showed her a bright smile that melted her, gave her another peck on the lips, and said, "Okay."

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Ethan, who got the green signal to go ahead, didn't wait another moment as he was already rock hard inside her, his entire body shaking with restraint.

He slowly pulled out until only his glans were inside, her walls clinging desperately, and then shoved in again with a deep, slow thrust. Like this, he started the piston movement at a slow speed, careful but intoxicating.

"ahh…ahh…umm…"

Lirael started moaning softly, her breath catching with every thrust, and Ethan also let out low groans because he was finally feeling the pleasure he had denied himself until now. It was overwhelming, a wonderful, drowning sensation. He could feel himself melting inside her, the unimaginable pleasure clawing at his self-control. He had never experienced such feeling when he did it on Earth. Was it because he genuinely cared for her? Or was it because she loved him wholeheartedly, or something else entirely? He didn't know, nor did he want to know at this moment. His only focus was on Lirael — her flushed face, her trembling lips, her intoxicating voice when he did her.

Lirael was also moaning in pleasure, her body trembling under his weight. She could clearly feel his thick member exploring the depths of her pussy, stretching, filling, pressing into places she never knew could feel so alive. She felt the way Ethan moved carefully, always conscious of not hurting her, and how every time he helped and supported her during their time together. Almost subconsciously, she started to squeeze his cock, clamping down on him as if she didn't want it to ever leave her.

"Arghhh…"

Ethan groaned in raw pleasure when her vagina started to wrap around his dragon tighter, squeezing, milking him. Her pussy, already so tight, was now convulsing around him, and he felt like he was going to cum right away.

He stopped moving abruptly, trembling, and pulled his little brother out. He crashed his mouth to her chest, kissing, sucking, biting, and squeezing her boobs aggressively because he was too excited to treat her fluffy buns gently anymore.

"Ahh…nnnn….hhnnh…haah…"

Lirael's moans reverberated in the room, echoing like music in his ears.

He then sat on his knees between her legs and held her hips higher with his hands so that he could thrust more easily, lifting her with his strength like she weighed nothing.

He rubbed his dick along her wet pussy, coating himself in her slickness, and then in one hard thrust, he shoved it inside her again.

Lirael moaned loudly, her voice cracking. Unlike before, he started ramming his shaft inside her harder and faster, the wet slaps sharp and relentless.

"Ohhh…Ethan…ahh…slow…ahhh…"

Lirael's moans became louder, desperate, raw. She was going wild from his sudden increase of speed, and in this position, he was going deeper, bottoming out inside her. Her saliva dripped down from her mouth, her tongue hanging out helplessly.

Shlick Shlick

Ethan didn't hear her plea — or maybe he couldn't anymore — and continued thrusting hard. The slapping sounds of their hips colliding, flesh smacking against flesh, reverberated in the room like heavenly music, wet and primal.

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"Ethannn… it's cominggg out again.." Lirael shouted amidst her moans, her nails raking against his back.

Hearing that she was cumming, Ethan groaned deeply, pulled out just in time, and exploded above her body, ropes of hot release painting her skin. They both orgasmed simultaneously, the room filled with the scent of sweat and sex, their juices overflowing and mixing, dripping onto the sheets.

"Haa…haa…haa…" Ethan and Lirael breathed heavily, their chests heaving, sweat shining on their bodies.

Ethan relinquished his hold on her and let her body fall back on the soft bed, her limbs weak and trembling. He laid on his back beside her, still breathing heavily, heart hammering against his ribs.

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"It was incredible!" Ethan exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, his voice hoarse.

"How was it, Lirael?" Max turned his face to look at her. Somehow she was looking even more beautiful in his eyes now, her hair messy, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed.

"It was painful at the start, but it felt really good in the end." She shyly spoke, her voice soft, and Ethan was entranced by her bashful appearance. His rod hardened again, throbbing with renewed desire.

He cupped her face and kissed her lips, slow and lingering. "Let's go for another round. Shall we?"

"W-wait—"

Without waiting for her reply, he grabbed her thin waist and made her sit on top of him.

"Ahhh!"

Lirael let out a surprised yelp but didn't resist, instead smiling coyly through her flushed face.

Ethan put his dragon in her pussy easily. It slid inside with a wet sound, both of them groaning at the sensation, as it was still soaked with their combined love juices.

Ethan grabbed her waist to move her up and down, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Lirael leaned in, clutching his broad chest for balance, her hair falling around their faces like a veil.

As they started their next round of lovemaking, Lirael's moans, breathy and high-pitched, and the lewd slapping sound of their flesh once again resounded in the room, filling it until nothing else existed.

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"Haah!…haa…haa…"

Lirael was lying on top of Ethan, her arms looped around his neck, panting heavily, her body trembling with exhaustion. She was completely spent. She looked up and saw Ethan's loving gaze over her, smiling as if he had won the world.

They had just completed their god knows how many rounds of steamy sex.

"Ethan…no…more…I can't…" she whispered, and with that, she passed out against him.

Ethan just kissed her forehead tenderly, then lifted her in a princess carry, her limp body warm against his chest, and took her into the attached washroom.

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A/N: Shoutout to "Logie_Winner" for the Golden Tickets! It really helps in keeping me motivated.