Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Siris

“Siris, why don’t you just cut it short like mine?” Karamine teased. “Anything is better than that weird look you had before.”

Siris actually started to seriously consider it. However, Ethan preferred long hair. Even though female warriors often went with short cuts, long hair wasn’t impossible to manage with enough skill.

“Siris, keep it long,” Ethan said, stepping forward to wrap his arm around her waist. “Consider it a selfish request of mine. I much prefer you this way.”

Siris blushed and nodded. She would just have to spend extra time practicing. If it pleased Lord Ethan, it was worth the effort.

Ethan had already told them about the plan for them to become Ravel’s Peerage. None of them were surprised; in fact, they were thrilled. Beyond the “healing” and the dual cultivation, this was the best news they could have hoped for. Ravel was their mistress, and Ethan was Ravel’s master. Since they were already “cultivating” with Ethan, they had essentially become his personal maids. And a maid’s first duty was to satisfy her master’s every whim.

As the night deepened, Ethan felt something touch his lap. It was Siris’s soft, white hand. The blue-haired Knight was shy, but she was determined to fulfill her duties. Her hand slid up his thigh, finding the bulge in his pants. She gripped his “dragon” through the fabric, stroking it as if it were a priceless treasure.

She had no experience with men, other than some light experimentation with Karamine when they were lonely. Her movements were cautious, afraid she might hurt him if she squeezed too hard. Her soft palm rubbed against the veins of his shaft, the friction and the warmth of her hand causing a reaction.

Ethan’s blood surged. His dormant cock suddenly reared its head, turning his loose pants into a massive tent.

Enjoying her touch for a moment, Ethan didn’t make the virgin wait too long. He reached out and hiked up her sexy black dress. Beneath it, she wore lace panties that were already soaked through. He could see the faint outline of her folds through the thin, wet fabric.

He was momentarily captivated by the sight of her pale skin and the soft mound of her pussy. Siris, unable to bear the shyness, tightened her grip on his cock, prompting him to move to the next step.

The thin dress fell to the floor, revealing her incredible, toned body. Slender arms, full breasts, a narrow waist, a flat stomach, and firm, shapely legs—she was the picture of silent temptation. Ethan scooped her up and tossed her onto the center of the bed.

Beside them, Karamine watched with lust-filled eyes. Her finger slid down to her own crotch, rubbing her plump folds. She pulled aside her pink panties, spreading her legs and sliding a finger into her tight, wet slit.

“Nn…!”

Siris, now naked and pinned to the bed, let out a soft moan. Her face grew redder as clear nectar began to leak from her core. “Lord Ethan… it feels so good…”

“Lord Ethan… Master… please, take me…”

The Knight’s desire had reached its peak. Having accepted her feelings, she was far more proactive than her usual stoic self. Ethan was equally excited; his cock was throbbing, and his body was burning with heat. He decided to give this “cold” Knight a lesson she’d never forget.

Ethan braced himself and thrust downward. His upward-curving shaft smashed through the delicate petals, parting the slick meat and slamming into her cervix.

“Aaaah…!”

To Ethan’s surprise, even though she was a “Knight,” Siris let out a cry of pain, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Siris! Are you okay?” Ethan stopped immediately, concerned.

She gave him a strained smile. “I’m… I’m okay, Master. It’s just the first time… it hurts a bit… but I’ll adapt soon… ah…”

Not every girl has a body that adapts instantly to pleasure. Some experience significant pain during their first time, and Siris was one of them. Despite her training and willpower, the sheer size and brutality of Ethan’s “dragon” had brought her to tears.

Ethan realized his mistake. Because she was a Knight and so eager, he had treated her like an experienced partner, failing to control his size or speed. If her passage hadn’t been so tight, he probably would have gone even deeper. He stopped moving and focused on his powers, causing his cock to shrink slightly to a more manageable size.

As her frown eased, he leaned down, kissing her sweaty breasts and gently pinching her nipples to stimulate her lust and help her body relax around him.

Siris wanted to tell him she could handle it, but before she could, Ethan’s expert touch turned her pain into a tingling sensation of pleasure.

“Ah…” She let out an involuntary gasp, her face flushing with genuine arousal. Ethan, watching her closely, began to move slowly, adjusting his angle and speed based on her expression.

“Nn… Master… such a strange feeling…” Siris’s eyes fluttered as waves of pleasure began to wash over her. “Harder… Master… harder…”

“Does it still hurt?”

“No… it doesn’t hurt. But it’s so itchy…”

Ethan accelerated. Under his skilled technique, she adapted quickly. The massive pleasure of his thrusts completely drowned out the memory of the pain. The thick “dragon” slid in and out of her pale valley; with every impact, she let out a long, melodic moan. Her long, elegant toes curled around his back in ecstasy.

Ethan continued at a steady pace, letting her passage adjust to his presence before gradually increasing his size back to normal. No matter how much she “adapted,” her passage remained incredibly tight and wet, providing a relentless squeeze that nearly drove him over the edge.

After about a hundred thrusts, the girl was drenching the bed in her juices. Ethan decided to take it to the next level. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up, hooking her knees over his shoulders. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and lifted her off the bed entirely, so they were only connected by his cock. In this position, he could penetrate her as deeply as possible, and Siris—like a trapped bird—could only hang there and take every inch of him.

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