“Ngh!”
Rachel’s lips parted, but no words came. Panic urged her to flee, yet she knew that at the end of that path lay only a violent death.
Silas watched her reaction, intrigued. A low chuckle slipped from his throat.
“Are you scared?”
His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, tracing a faint path of heat up her thigh. Pushing past her underwear—her final, frail line of defense—his touch found her center.
Her mind was gripped by terror, yet her body betrayed her; already flushed from his deep kisses, a light brush of his fingertips drew a slick, instinctive moisture from her core.
“Were you expecting this?”
Silas brought his wet fingers to his mouth, lightly sucking them as if testing her response. The provocative gesture sent a rush of heat to Rachel’s face, momentarily obscuring the truth of what he was.
Shaking off the haze, she clung desperately to her role.
“Yes—yes, of course! I… I was expecting it.”
“Is that so?”
Slowly, Silas untied the sash of her robe and drew off her panties. With every drag of his skin against hers, Rachel flinched, holding her breath against the static pulse of his touch.
Her senses narrowed to his every movement. Then, cool air struck her bare skin.
“Oh…?”
A gasp escaped her as Silas positioned himself between her thighs—or rather, when her eyes caught what he held in his hand.
The sheer size of him seemed impossible, a thick length of flesh he now pressed against her, rubbing its blunt head against her entrance.
“Why so surprised? You said we were married. Surely you’ve seen it a few times before.”
“N-no… I just thought… it was larger than I remembered.”
Silas’s mouth twisted into a dry, mocking slant—go on, keep talking.
“Urk—!”
The solid mass forced its way past her tight, unyielding flesh. Pain, sharp and blinding, ripped through Rachel, making her recoil violently.
“We have definitely never done this before.”
“I-it’s just… it’s been a while! That’s all.”
Rachel tried to sound certain, but the tremor in her voice gave her away. Even she had not anticipated this body to be entirely untouched. Had the original owner spent her life shuttled strictly between home, school, and work? Whatever the reason, this was a dangerous slip; her lie was wearing thin.
“Have you really not been with anyone else all this time?”
“You’re my husband, so who else would I—ngh!”
The rest of her plea was cut short as he drove harder into her narrow passage.
The searing pain radiated through her limbs, welling tears in her eyes. Unbothered by her distress, Silas pushed further inside, forcing her to grit her teeth against the agony.
“Relax,” he commanded, his tone low and unyielding.
Before she could even process how to obey, he gripped her waist, shifted his weight, and pressed steadily deeper.
“Hahhk…!”
“Slowly. Take me in.”
Rachel’s body went rigid. Silas watched her, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips—not out of warmth, but with cold, assessing eyes. Rachel couldn't process his expression; the sensation of being split in two consumed her entirely.
He anchored her hips, maintaining a relentless forward pressure until her body yielded, slicking his entry. Trapped between agony and an unfamiliar, rising heat, Rachel strained for control.
“Haa… H-honey…”
Her muscles remained taut, yet short, ragged gasps broke from her lips like someone emerging from a hard run. Silas gave a wry, scoffing smile as she clung to the word honey, still maintaining her desperate fiction.
He began to shift his weight in a slow, measured rhythm. Though pain still colored the sensation, a strange, electric tremor traveled up her spine with every shallow stroke.
As he drew back and penetrated deeper, her breathing broke into soft, breathless moans.
“Hoo… Good. I’m all the way in.”
Just as her body began to adapt and the tension in her limbs started to yield, his demeanor shifted. Silas reached down and seized both her wrists—which had been feebly pushing against his chest—pinning them down.
Rachel looked up at him, her eyes wide with a silent question. In response, one side of his mouth curved upward.
“Nhhng! Ah! Aaah…!”
Any lingering restraint vanished as Silas plunged into a hard, brutal pace. Yet, whether from the sheer intensity of the sensation or her body’s quick adaptation, the sharp pain gave way to overwhelming heat.
A loud cry of pleasure escaped her as his heavy thrusts struck deep inside, shattering her control.
Instinctively, Rachel tried to curl inward, but Silas held her wrists pinned to the mattress with one hand, using the other to lift her by the waist and pull her flush against him. Angled upward, her hips yielded completely to his force; every stroke pounded deep, churning against her.
It was an overwhelming sensation, yet her body surrendered to the intensity. With every heavy thrust, his heat seared into her, leaving her gasping for air between low, shuddering breaths.
As he drove deep into her again and again, her hips bucked against his rhythm, the slick, wet friction echoing softly through the room.