wildflower chapter 2 (r-18)

As Cairn raised himself up, she saw the two pendulous sacs attached to his impressive member. They reminded Lilian of ripe, soft peaches. Peaches that tasted best when bruised and overripe. The thought made her mouth water.

While Lilian was momentarily distracted, Cairn spread her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. He guided his tip to what he assumed was her entrance.

He pushed forward slightly.

“Ah! Cairn! I don’t think that’s it!” Lilian cried out, realizing something was wrong.

With a sigh, Cairn adjusted his position and rubbed the middle of his shaft against her. Still struggling to find the entrance, his blunt crown continued to graze uselessly against the wrong places.

“How about here?”

“That’s not it either, you idiot!”

Along with another incorrect attempt, Cairn experienced the first intellectual insult of his life. He muttered, “Idiot…” under his breath.

Finally, Lilian, having a slight theoretical advantage, reached down and fumbled for his erection.

“Haa—” Cairn exhaled slowly as her touch grazed him. Undeterred, she guided him lower, aligning him with the entrance to her sex.

“…Here, here, Cairn.” Lilian’s heart swelled with anticipation. Her first kiss with Cairn had been intoxicating, and the novels had taught her that this would be even more pleasurable.

However, Lilian had overlooked something. She hadn’t realized that inexperienced young lovers needed ample foreplay before penetration. She didn’t know that it was especially important for the first time.

The slight slickness had misled them into thinking they were ready. The books she’d read depicted aroused couples rushing into intercourse, so she assumed there wouldn’t be any problems. It was a naive and dangerously uninformed assumption.

“Lilli, are you sure you won’t regret this?” Even in the heat of the moment, Cairn showed consideration for her.

“…Yes.”

Perhaps it was his final act of consideration, because as soon as her answer left her lips, Cairn moved. He pushed his length deep inside, into the surprisingly hidden entrance. And at the same time…

“Ah, ah! W-Wait, it hurts! I-It hurts!”

“I-Is this not it?”

It was it, but it hurt.

As Lilian writhed, Cairn cursed under his breath and quickly withdrew his barely-inserted member.

Lilian finally understood that the portrayal of s*x in The Mirror of Life had been somewhat biased. The book had claimed that simply pushing inside would lead to pure pleasure, but it was a complete lie.

In the conservative Clat Empire, er*tic novels were mostly written by men, even when the narrator was female. Lilian hadn’t realized that this meant the female perspective on pleasure was often lacking.

“Come here, Lilian.” Cairn pulled Lilian up and held her close.

“Don’t cry, it’s alright. I’m sorry.” His hand, so warm against her back, soothed her as she sniffled back tears. As she calmed down, Lilian, wanting to finish what they’d started, nudged his still-aroused member with her thigh.

“Lilian de Vermore, don’t.” But she was met with a reprimand.

“Why? Why not?”

“Not tonight.”

His tone was so firm that Lilian mistook his meaning. She didn’t realize that when he said “not tonight,” he meant just tonight, out of all the nights to come. She simply thought he was different from other men, unable to control his desires.

That’s why, later, when she faced him again, after he’d completed his self-education, she was quite taken aback.

Lilian’s breath hitched as Cairn’s skillful caresses ignited her senses. “Ah…!”

Perhaps because he’d acknowledged his inexperience and sought knowledge, Cairn, always a quick learner, had rapidly mastered the art of pleasuring a woman.

“As you know, I’m good at everything.” The words, uttered between kisses as he lavished attention on her most sensitive point, were annoying. Yet, Lilian couldn’t tear her gaze away from his red, long tongue, which had explored her depths. Unconsciously, she nodded in agreement.

He chuckled silently at her naive response, then slid two thick, rough fingers inside her. The wet sounds they made as they moved within her tight passage echoed in the room.

Lilian whimpered, trying to stifle her moans, but as his fingers scissored inside her, she couldn’t hold back her heated gasps. This was completely different from that first night. A tingling sensation spread through her lower abdomen, making her toes curl.

“Ahh—!”

“Especially this sort of thing.” His preparations complete, he hooked her legs around his waist and slowly pushed inside. As he repeatedly withdrew and thrust, pushing deeper each time, Lilian’s grip on the sheets tightened with a momentary pang of pain, then her body began to melt.

Underneath Cairn, who had redeemed himself from the disastrous first night, Lilian felt no pain at all.

Instead… it felt good.

A thrilling sensation filled her lower belly, a sense of fullness expanding within her. Shivering, she instinctively bucked her hips, wanting him deeper still.