Gina retreated to a quiet corner of the palace gardens for the afternoon, sinking into meditation to quiet her racing mind. Her body still throbbed with soreness from the night before, a deep ache between her thighs that made every shift uncomfortable. But as she focused on her breathing, the sharp sting when she urinated earlier had dulled—whether from adaptation or true healing, she wasn't sure. Relief flooded her; at least it wasn't as agonizing now. She spent the day confined to their chambers, drifting in and out of light naps on the soft bed, her dreams tangled with echoes of ecstasy. Occasionally, she'd rise to stretch her limbs or pace the room, but flashbacks ambushed her: her own voice begging Rnzo for more as he drove into her harder, his cock stretching her wide, the relentless rhythm building until she shattered. Heat bloomed across her skin each time, cheeks flushing crimson. It wasn't all bad, she admitted in silent whispers—far from it. The memory of that fullness, the way her body had clenched around him, left her pussy tingling with unwelcome arousal.
Dinner arrived in her chambers on a silver tray, but Rnzo had stepped out on some errand, leaving her to eat alone. She savored the simple meal without his intense gaze, then slipped under the covers, exhaustion pulling her into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Morning light filtered through the heavy drapes as Gina stirred awake, her muscles protesting the movement. She drew a warm bath in the adjoining room, the steam rising like a lover's breath as she eased into the water. It soothed her tender folds, the heat seeping into her core and easing the residual burn. When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, Yamir and Ona had laid out her attire: a luxurious velvet high-neck gown in deep crimson, its fabric hugging her curves while concealing the dark hickeys blooming on her neck and collarbone from Rnzo's possessive bites. Yamir worked deftly, styling her hair into a sleek ponytail that cascaded down her back, leaving a few soft strands to frame her face, softening the elegant severity.
She entered the breakfast room with measured steps, the gown swishing against her legs. Rnzo was already there, seated at the head of the polished oak table, his broad frame relaxed but his eyes sharp as they tracked her approach. He watched her settle into the chair opposite him, a faint smile playing on his lips while servants bustled in to serve platters of fresh fruits, warm breads, and spiced eggs. The air smelled of cinnamon and honey, but tension coiled in Gina's belly.
'How was your night, sweetheart?' Rnzo asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
Gina blinked, pausing mid-air. 'It was... peaceful,' she replied softly, avoiding his gaze as she eating her food.
He chuckled, the sound rich and knowing, like velvet over steel. Then, without breaking eye contact, he glanced at the servants. "Leave us."
One by one, they filed out—bowing, trays in hand—until the door clicked shut behind the last one. Gina's body stiffened, her pulse quickening. The room felt smaller, charged with his presence.
Rnzo's smirk deepened, eyes darkening with hunger. "How are you really doing?"
She swallowed, setting her fork down. "My body is still hurting me. I'm sore... everywhere."
He rose slowly, the chair scraping back with deliberate slowness, and started toward her. Gina's instincts screamed to flee—her thighs still tender, her core bruised from his massive cock claiming her virginity. But another part of her, deeper and traitorous, yearned for the fire he'd ignited, the way he'd made her body sing despite the pain. As he closed the distance, she pushed to her feet, hands pressing against his chest. "We can't. I'm too tired... it still hurts."
"Sshhh,"Rnzo murmured, his breath warm against her ear as he loomed over her. "I know a way it won't hurt. Let me show you."
Gina tried to step back, but his arms caged her in. "Please... I'm still healing,"she pleaded, voice trembling, her nipples tightening against the velvet bodice at his proximity.
He moved behind her instead, lips brushing the top of her head in a surprisingly tender kiss. "It's okay. I promise it won't hurt this time." His hands gripped her hips, guiding her forward. With a sweep of his arm, he shoved the plates and half-eaten food aside, the clatter of porcelain echoing as fruits rolled across the table. Gina's breath came in shallow pants, her pussy clenching involuntarily, already slickening with anticipation despite her protests.
"Bend over the table,"Rnzo commanded, his tone brooking no argument, laced with that dominant edge that made her knees weak.
Shaking, Gina obeyed, leaning forward until her upper body rested on the cool wood, the velvet gown bunching at her waist. Her heart hammered, ass lifting slightly as she braced her hands. Rnzo's fingers gathered the fabric, hiking it up over her hips to expose her bare ass and the glistening folds of her pussy—no undergarments to hinder him. The zipper of his pants rasped slowly, torturously, the sound amplifying in the quiet room. She trembled harder, hearing the rustle of cloth, then felt the heat of his thick cock spring free, heavy and rigid against her skin.
He dragged the swollen head along her slit, coating himself in her dripping wetness. Gina's entrance quivered, soaking and eager even as nerves twisted her gut. "Please..."she whispered, the word half plea, half invitation.
With a low groan, Rnzo thrust forward, sinking his cock into her in one smooth, steady push. Gina hissed through her teeth at the slight burn—the stretch still intense on her sore walls, but far less brutal than before, her body remembering and yielding faster. He filled her completely, the veined length pulsing inside her clenching heat.
Rnzo didn't rush. He started with a steady rhythm, hips rolling in deep, controlled strokes that made her pussy suck him back in with wet, greedy pulls. Each plunge dragged a moan from Gina's lips, the sound spilling out uncontrollably—soft at first, then building to throaty cries as pleasure overrode the faint ache. "Oh... gods"... she gasped, her fingers clawing at the tablecloth, body arching to meet him. It was better this way, the angle letting him hit that spot deep inside that sparked fireworks behind her eyes, her juices flowing freely to ease the slide.
He grunted with every thrust, primal sounds rumbling from his chest—"Fuck,...that's it take it.."—his hands digging into her hips, pulling her back onto his pounding cock. The table rocked beneath them, wood creaking in time with the slick smacks of his balls slapping her clit, the obscene squelch of her soaked cunt devouring him over and over. Gina's moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the walls—high-pitched whimpers turning to desperate sobs of bliss as her walls fluttered, milking his thickness.
Sweat beaded on their skin, the air thick with the musky scent of sex. Rnzo's pace quickened just enough, his grunts turning feral, breaths ragged as her pussy clenched tighter, sucking him deeper. Climax crashed over them simultaneously—Gina's cry shattering the silence as her body convulsed, hot waves pulsing through her core, her release gushing around his cock. Rnzo roared, slamming in one last time, his shaft throbbing as he flooded her with thick spurts of cum, filling her until it leaked down her thighs.
Her legs buckled, knees giving out in the aftershocks, but Rnzo caught her effortlessly, scooping her limp form into his arms. He carried her back to their chambers, her head lolling against his chest, body still quivering from the intense, steamy release.
A While later, Gina slept peacefully, Rnzo lay beside her, pressing gentle kisses across her face — her forehead, her nose, the corner of her lips. Each touch carried quiet affection, a warmth he couldn't contain.
He lingered there for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall with every calm breath. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he whispered to himself,
"What am I to do with you?"
With a quiet sigh, he rested back against the pillows, still holding her close.
He decided he would stay right there — beside her — until she woke.
Gina stirred awake to the faint scent of fresh fruit and the soft sound of someone eating beside her. Her lashes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Rnzo — still half-reclined against the pillows, his arm wrapped around her while his other hand held a small bowl of fruit.
He looked far too comfortable, stealing bites between lazy breaths, as though the world outside their chamber did not exist.
Gina let out a soft laugh, her eyes still half-closed.
Rnzo glanced down at her, amusement flickering in his gaze.
"What's funny?" he asked, his voice low and warm.
She only shook her head with a faint smile, nestling closer into his chest.
Rnzo chuckled quietly and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his laughter mingling with hers in the soft morning light.