He took his time loosening him from the inside, working until three fingers moved with ease.
After he stretching him slowly, he watched as his breath turned shallow and his expression tightened with effort—but there's not resistance.
That quiet obedience, that unspoken acceptance—it stirred something in him deeply.
"I'm going in now."
He positioned his oenis at Hassan's back entrance and pressing forward gently to make sure he wouldn't hurt him.
Hassan's body resisted slightly, it's feel elastic and firm, even after his preparations.
He directed a pulse of mana to relax the tension further, but still—there was pressure.
He adjusted his position, wrapped his arms around his thighs, and pushed forward with a little more force.
With a slick, firm motion, his penis successfully taken in by him.
"Ah—!"
"Ah, sorry. That push might've been a little bit too much."
He had gone deeper than intended, likely hitting right against the sensitive inner wall.
