Kano lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with every breath. All he could see was Lianel's face slowly leaning over him.
Her body, laced in leather straps, was a work of art. Her thighs gripped his sides, her breasts barely brushed his chest, and her breath mingled with his.
She lowered herself, touched his cheek with her lips, then his ear, mouthing silent words.
—"Your first time, right?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
Kano couldn't answer. He only nodded. His heart pounded so hard he felt it in his fingertips.
—"Then let me..." Lianel kissed him on the lips, —"...do this right."
She guided him with her hand and settled onto him, sliding down slowly. Her body shivered as he entered her—and Kano trembled too.
It was warm. It was tight. It was better than anything he had ever imagined.
Kano couldn't hold back—he drew a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered:
—"I... won't last long."
Lianel only smiled, set her hands on his chest, and began to move slowly.
—"You don't have to. It's the first time. I want to feel this with you."
Kano shook. His hands rested on her thighs. He felt every inch, every effort, every glide of her body.
Lianel moved slowly, gracefully. She didn't rush. Her face blossomed—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks aflame. Her breathing grew heavier with each motion.
Naira sat behind Kano, letting his back sink into her belly. Her breasts hovered over his head, brushing his hair. She wrapped him in her arms and slid her palms over Lianel's breasts.
—"I want to see this..." she whispered. —"Your face, Kano... your feelings."
Selina, crimson to the ears, sank to her knees beside him. Her fingers touched his cheek, then his neck, and slipped to his shoulder.
She kissed him on the lips, shy and gentle. Her breasts, beneath a sheer dress, glided along his shoulder, leaving the faintest ghost of a tickle.
—"I don't know what to do..." she whispered.
—"You already are," he answered with a smile, —"just stay with me."
In that moment Kano shuddered. His body spasmed. He clutched Lianel's thighs.
—"I... I'm close..."
—"Relax," she whispered. —"Just... let it happen."
He trembled. His body tightened, and then—released, letting everything go. He sank deep inside her a few more times and, teeth clenched, felt the wave surge through him.
Lianel closed her eyes, drew in a breath—and couldn't hold back either. Her climax was soft but deep. She trembled against his chest, lips parted, breath ragged.
Seconds of silence.
Naira held them both. Her palms caressed Lianel's breasts, and Lianel still moved slowly, as if she were living inside that lingering wave.
Selina kissed Kano's cheek; her hand slid across his stomach.
—"You... are beautiful," she whispered.
Kano lay between them, his chest heaving. His head rested against Naira's chest. Her heartbeat was slow. Steady. Deep.
And the night was still ahead.
Kano was still pressed to Naira when his gaze met Selina's. She sat opposite—silent, tense, in a sheer dress that had long since stopped hiding anything.
Her breathing lifted her breasts in heavy rises, her cheeks burned, and her legs shifted now and then as if she couldn't find a place for them.
She was mustering herself. And the waiting burned hotter than fire.
—"I..." her voice trembled. —"I'm ready."
Kano sat up. His movement was careful, as was his gaze.
—"If you don't want to..."
—"I do. It's just..." she let out a nervous laugh. —"It's just my first time. And it's all so... frightening, and at the same time... beautiful."
He reached his hand to her. She set hers atop it, and he felt the tremor.
Selina leaned in, her body drawn to him as if on its own. Her lips touched his, stealing both their breath.
He laid her back on the pillows. She stretched her arms above her head, her hair spilling loose. The dress slipped from her shoulders and slid down, baring her completely. Her body was delicate, snow-pale, vulnerable.
Kano came over her. His movements were unhurried, gentle. He touched her as if she were glass. Her body quivered at every touch, not from pain— from tension. From the thrill.
He ran his fingers along her belly, down her thigh. She parted her legs and drew a breath.
—"Be with me," she whispered. —"Completely."
He entered her slowly. Very slowly. Her body quivered. Her eyes flew wide, her fingers clutched at his shoulders.
There was pain. But she didn't push him away. She only kept silent, breathing deeper.
—"Are you alright?…" he whispered.
—"A little… it hurts. But… I don't want to stop. I want you."
He stilled, staying inside her. He stroked her cheek, leaned down, and kissed her—slowly, for a long time.
Her breath evened out. Her body gradually relaxed. After a few moments she carefully lifted her hips to meet him.
—"You can… continue. It's good now."
His movements were careful. She breathed louder, but she didn't moan. She simply received him. Her eyes watched him. Her hands held him. She craved closeness, even if her body wasn't yet ready for full pleasure.
For Kano, it was all… too sensual.
Her warmth, her tenderness, her body curling around him—it was like a quiet river embracing his fiery heart.
And he couldn't hold on.
—"I'm close…"
Selina kissed his cheek without breaking the rhythm.
—"Don't hold back."
And he finished. His body shuddered inside her, his breath caught. He drew in a deep breath, gripping her waist, losing control.
When he stopped, his breathing stayed heavy for a long while. He pressed himself to her, and she traced her fingers down his back.
—"You were… real," she whispered.
—"And you—strong."
—"There was no orgasm," she smiled shyly, —"but my heart is already with you. And that… is enough."
Naira, silent, stood nearby. Her eyes burned. Her breasts rose and fell heavily.
—"You… are beautiful," she said. —"But now… it's my turn."
And her voice wasn't asking permission. She was the fire that had been waiting for its own explosion.
Silence filled the tent. Heavy. Pulsing. Lianel already lay to the side, savoring the afterglow. Selina, pressed to Kano, slid her fingers over his chest, still trembling from her first time. Her eyes were closed, her smile—quiet, shadowed. But…
Naira said nothing.
She sat a little apart, legs drawn up, eyes intent. Her body, adorned with golden patterns, gleamed in the firelight. But her gaze… was different. Deeper. Almost… vulnerable.
Kano rose. He moved to her on his knees. Carefully. Not like a conqueror, not like a lord. Like someone who sees something sacred before him.
—"You… are waiting," he whispered.
—"I was afraid," she answered, her voice hoarse. —"I am strength. I am body. But now I… want you to see me without all of it."
She lay on her back. Her legs opened slowly, heavily, as if shame still held her. She was big. Majestic. Her breasts lay heavy, lifting slowly with her breath. Golden lines along her body seemed to pulse, guiding the eye to her thighs.
Kano slid between them.
—"You are incredible," he whispered. —"And I won't fear you. Never."
He ran his palm over her belly, then touched the inside of her thigh. Her body shivered. Her eyes flew wide.
—"I've never… been with anyone," she admitted. —"Never."
Because she had always thought men would be afraid of her.
—"I'm not afraid," he said. And his fingers touched her there.
She exhaled.
—"I want you to enter me. But… not right away. Give me time."
Kano bent down. His body rested on hers—in contrast. She was large, he—a little smaller. But this was how it was meant to be. His lips touched her neck, her breasts, sliding lower. His breath left hot traces on her golden skin.
Naira closed her eyes.
—"I never thought a touch could make me want to cry…"
—"Those aren't tears," he whispered. —"This is you being born."
He rose and guided himself between her legs. She trembled. Her thighs tensed but didn't close. She was open. Completely.
He entered her.
Slowly.
Deeply.
Naira cried out. Not from pain. From the surge of emotion that broke over her like a wave.
—"You're inside…" she opened her eyes. —"This feeling…"
He stopped. He held her face in his hands. He looked into her eyes.
—"I'm here. I'm with you."
She breathed hard, her chest heaving, her belly taut. But with each movement he felt her body adjust. Loosen. Begin to answer.
—"More…" she whispered. —"More… please…"
He began to move. Smoothly, deeply, with all the care he could summon. Her thighs no longer trembled—they wrapped around him. Her hands held his back. Her voice… changed.
—"I can feel… everything inside me… wanting you. Completely."
Kano quickened. She no longer held back her sounds. Her moan was deep, low, almost a growl. Her breasts rose and fell with the rhythm. Her hands reached again and again for his shoulders, his hair, his chest.
—"Deeper… more… harder…" she murmured. —"Don't hold yourself back, Kano. I'm yours. Yours!"
Kano felt himself at the edge. Her body gripped him from within. Her scent, her skin, her eyes—everything drove him wild.
—"I'm… close…"
—"Go all the way in. And stay. I want to feel it. Inside."
And when he reached his peak—he cried out. Her name. Her body. Her essence.
He collapsed onto her without letting go. She wrapped him in her arms. Her hands were huge, but now—tender, soft. Her breathing was calm.
—"Now I know what it is to be… loved," she whispered.