Alexander turned to give Azira a very reassuring look, before, with a slow, gentle push, steadily parted her soaked flower with his huge organ and then, entered the canal in one, swift go.
"Ahhh… Too... Too fast... Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Sto… stop... not so quick.. .ahhh! "
Azira quickly cried out in soft and melodic pain, her half-closed eyes filling up with uncontrollable tears. Her insides felt like they stretched out like dough, and she desperately took large breaths to stop the walls from trying to squeeze itself shut.
However, beyond the initial pain, the maiden found to her relief that much of the pain was not actually as excruciating as she had imagined.
Unlike her sister, she did not even have to let the man stop for her to adjust herself, but could simply let him carry on, finding that imagined heart rendering pain completely absent.
