DUE TO MISHAP, I BECAME QUEEN

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Amber caught her breath as pain seared through her,

'Ah!'

His invading desire spread her apart from her inner muscles giving her a deep feeling of oppression that could not be compared to fingers. The deep ache was unimaginable.

'Ah!'

When accepting a man for the first time, there was a pain to be expected. But even though, she had the foreknowledge not to be tense and not to hold her breath but to try and relax, there was no way she could imagine being attacked by such pain.

Amber closed her eyes tightly as she clenched the sheets so hard her nails were digging into her palms.

'Are you out of strength, Amber?'

She wanted to tell him she could not do it; it was impossible.

She wanted him to withdraw.

She shook her head from side to side.

Even so, severe pain burned between her legs. Tears poured out of Amber' eyes.

Relentless, his thick meat stick pushed forward opening her mucosal walls and increasing in size causing deep pain to push up from her lower abdomen.

'Oh~ oh. Why?'

Amber finally took a breath and glared at Ernest.

Even though the pain was terrible, did he have to do such a barbaric thing as making his penis bigger inside her?

'I'm sorry, I couldn't help it,' he said. He looked as though he was in discomfort too.

He had a deep frown like he was desperately trying to endure something. He grabbed her thigh in one hand and embraced her shoulder with the other, as he slowly retreated and pushed forward again, opening the inner walls of narrow her honey pot to the womb.

From the outer part of where she was spread apart by his thick manhood, crimson blood seeped out; a testimony of her purity. (Zuben: I wish romance writers would stop propagating this nonsense.)

The pain was beginning to pass, but her insides felt like it was burning. His penis buried inside her was deep, Amber dug her nails into Ernest's arm and panted,

'Amber, it is still hurting?' he asked her anxiously.

'It hurts.' Amber replied with tears in her eyes.

Ernest was beginning to sweat maximizing his sex appeal. (Zuben: For whom?) But Amber did not understand why her lower abdomen was cramping. (Zuben: She does not compute)

Contrary to Amber, who was still in pain, Ernest looked happy despite his frown. His lustful golden eyes looked gleeful as he watched and waited for her to adjust to him,

'Finally, you're mine.'