17-1: The Sensation of a Giant, Yet Tight Warmth
Even with Bartini’s towering, generous frame, the moment Agung entered her, he found something utterly unexpected — her inner warmth was incredibly soft, astonishingly tight, and radiated a heat that wrapped around him like a living embrace.
Agung’s eyes rolled back in pure, dizzying bliss.
He did not even need to move; simply being buried deep within her was enough to send waves of pleasure surging through his entire body.
Agung: “Ahh… it feels as though I am being held gently yet firmly by layers upon layers of warm, yielding silk cushions…”
He became utterly captivated.
His hands roamed freely over her vast, rounded curves, squeezing and caressing the soft, heavy swell of her buttocks.
Sometimes he would part them gently, only to find that every intimate part of her was hidden completely beneath a thick, lush curtain of dark, curly hair — a natural veil that concealed every secret she held.
Occasionally, his fingers would brush against the fine, coarse strands around her most sensitive back opening; when he tugged playfully at them, the ring of muscle would tighten and lift instinctively, sending a sharp, tingling jolt through her that felt strangely delightful.
Bartini gasped, half‑protesting, half‑moaning with pleasure.
Bartini: “Mmmn… Agung… be gentle… do not pull so hard at my hair…”
Agung chuckled, his voice thick with mischief and desire.
Agung: “Every single entrance upon you is hidden within a thick, wild forest, my Bartini — it makes finding my way feel like the sweetest kind of adventure.”
Bartini smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed deep crimson.
Bartini: “I trim them when they grow too unruly… but no sooner do I finish than by dawn the next day, they have returned — even fuller, thicker, and more abundant than before.”
Agung’s curiosity piqued.
Agung: “They grow back so quickly?”
Bartini: “Indeed… no need to wait months.
Just a single night, and my natural veil is as dense and rich as it has always been.”
Agung let out a low groan of appreciation and began to move — slow, deep, and deliberate strokes that let him savor every inch of that miraculous tightness.
Bartini’s fingers curled tightly around the sturdy wooden headboard, bracing herself against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.
CRRAAACK!!
The wood could not withstand her strength and the force of their passion; with a loud snap, the edge splintered and broke clean off.
Seeing this only fueled Agung further.
He drove into her faster, harder, each thrust deeper than the last.
Bartini threw her head back and cried out, her voice loud and throaty, echoing like the call of a wild creature in the night.
Her eyes rolled upward, fixed upon the gilded ceiling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Bartini: “Ahh… never have I known such bliss… no touch compares to the strength and magic of a human man…”
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17-2: The Tunggak Sewu Spell
It was not only the gripping warmth inside her that enchanted Agung.
His length was also cradled and pressed firmly between the soft, pillowy mountains of her hips, tangled in that thick hair that rubbed against his skin in the most thrilling way.
Even his lower body was nestled snugly between her heavy, plush thighs, squeezed gently with every motion he made.
Every shift, every thrust sent tingling friction across his most sensitive skin, making him feel fuller, harder, and far more sensitive than he had ever been with any other woman. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
The heat and tightness were so intense he felt himself teetering on the very edge of release already.
But Agung was no ordinary lover — he swiftly called upon the ancient secret technique known as Tunggak Sewu, the Art of the Thousand Pillars.
With this sacred magic, he locked his own strength and stamina, extending his pleasure indefinitely so he could continue to give and receive delight without reaching his end too soon.
From her angle, Bartini often glanced back, marveling that what appeared to be but a small, firm pillar against her skin was, once inside her, transformed into something massive and throbbing, filling every corner of her as if it were a great, heavy staff — solid, unyielding, and impossibly satisfying.
Bartini: “How can something that looks so small feel so impossibly large once it is within me?”
she wondered silently, smiling to herself in wonder.
Bartini: “Ahh… Agung… what power lies within you… how do you make me feel so completely filled?”
She let out a soft moan, giving herself fully to the sensation.
“Does it matter what it is?” she thought dreamily.
“So long as it feels this divine, let it never stop…”
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Author Note
Ajian Tunggak Sewu = (The Thousandfold Rod Mantra(
This mystical mantra is said to make a man’s manhood grow large, long, and hard, while also granting exceptional endurance and stamina.
Please note that neither of these two mantras is recorded in the history or culture of Java.
Likewise, they do not appear in authentic ancient Javanese manuscripts or collections of traditional spells and invocations.
The description of these two powers is purely the author’s original creation and imagination, created solely to support and enrich the flow of this story.