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When fingertips danced against her skin just above her waistline, her stomach caved in and her unstimulated body went chaotic.

She’d been craving touch for so long that even in its mildest form, the merest caress, she had to hold back her moan and the way she shuddered with his hand ghosting back and forth just above her pubic mound.

The drawstring of her pants was pulled on, and the band loosened around her waist. Lindi drew her legs up to help remove them, and for the first time, she noticed how the material tickled her thighs and calves on the way down.

My body feels so sensitive. Unusually so.

Her breaths were short and shallow, her skin hot to the point of nearly sweating, and her heart thumped so hard she felt it in the sensitive parts of her body, like her wrists and eardrums. It was as if she’d been sparked alive after being deadened for so long.

He undid the ties of her underwear – a thatch of material covering her privates like those worn in Sing Dynasty. It was much easier to wear underneath her trousers, and she’d adopted it rather than the pants women wore underneath their frocks.

“My physical self is lacking due to my mana being so low,” Weldir said as he pulled it away.

“My barriers are not dexterous, so I can give you my torso and legs to hold, but things like my hands, face, and cock will require what little I have. Would you rather look upon my face or have me touch you at the same time as I’m inside you? ”

Oh gods, just the word cock had her thighs clamping with need.

“I-I have to choose between your face or hands?” Her heart raced a little faster, and her eyes slipped to the parts of his fingers that were visible. Then she darted her gaze up to what little there was of his face. “I don’t really want to have sex with a headless person.”

A deep and surprisingly pleasant chuckle rumbled around her. “My head is always where it’s supposed to be. It’s just not physical or visible if I move my outer layer from it.”

Lindi nodded to say she understood, and his fingers pulled her thighs open, parting her so he could come closer.

Wisps fluttered over her skin, parts of him that were physical pushing against her while other sections moved through her.

The sensation was odd, like rare droplets of oil sluicing over her body.

It felt nice, and her toes curled when they sensually brushed or moved across the sensitive line of nerves going down her inner thighs. Reaching up, she placed her hands over the barrier’s curve where his shoulders would be to hold on as she looked down.

She didn’t know what kind of cock she was expecting, but she should have known it would be hard to see.

The darkness of his realm often shadowed him, and it was only possible to see him due to a strange grey glowing silhouette.

She saw a phallic shape, but without closer inspection, she couldn’t note its details properly.

Widening her legs more to make it easier for him to get closer, she bit down on the inside of her bottom lip.

It looks a little... sm– Lindi gasped in surprise when his hips shunted forward and he managed to skilfully enter her in one move.

Her pussy lips pressed against his groin tightly, squishing her folds in a way that felt nice against her clit, making her instantly want to rub it against him. However, the rest...

Lindi stretched a leg to the side as if that would suddenly give her the ability to see what was going on inside her. I thought it was supposed to hurt. Is it because he already broke my hymen? But wasn’t she supposed to be all tight and narrow?

Her lips twisted as worry nibbled away at her confidence. Women couldn’t be too big down there, right? Or was Weldir undoubtedly small?

But he feels only a little bigger than his tendril. And his tendril was barely half the thickness of her pinkie finger.

Big, small, average, Lindi didn’t mind the size of his penis, so long as she wasn’t the problem.

She just wanted to be close with him, to feel wanted and desired.

She wanted to be touched, and she thought what was inside her could be pleasurable if he moved it back and forth.

It was already pressing against a spot that was hot and swollen, making this feel far better than usual.

She just didn’t know if this was a normal size for a man, as she’d never even seen a human penis.

“You look concerned,” he said, causing her gaze to drift up to what remained of his face. Barely his left cheek, brow, and eye could be seen, although his lips and chin were entirely visible. “I can make it bigger.”

Before she could answer to say she was fine with it, as she didn’t want to change him if this was his natural size, her answer tore through her chest as a choking, pained, and quiet scream.

White flashed across her sight as her back arched and her whole body locked up.

Immediately she kicked as she tried to push him away, anything to get him away from her, from inside her – only to push at fucking air!

She’d never felt anything more painful, not even like the first time he’d foolishly penetrated deeper!

Lindi whimpered. It feels like I’m being torn in half.

“Too much?” he asked, just as the pressure let up and she whimpered again in agony. “I’m sorry, Lindiwe. I am... struggling to make myself the right size for you by only what I can see.”

By what he can see? That didn’t make any sense.

Tears welled in her eyes and her lips trembled, even when magic glowed around them and he healed her. She tried to give him a smile in gratitude, thankful the pain was quick, but her arousal had been ripped from her and trepidation replaced it.

I’d rather take too small than too big any day, she thought, as her legs relaxed around the physical parts of his narrow hips.

She thought anyone would feel that way. She’d rather his tiny tendril than to feel that burning, sharp pain again. Especially when a droplet of red floated up near her face, and she knew for certain that he’d torn her enough to bleed.

His voice was low and quiet as he asked, “Should I stop?”

Although thankful he’d asked her consent, Lindi shook her head.

“N-no. I’m okay now that you’ve healed me,” she answered in a croaked voice.

To test their fit, she wiggled her hips side to side, finding she was much fuller now, and that it was comfortable. Actually, it was kind of nice, just stretching her enough so she could feel it.

She’d lost some of her confidence in him, but a few hiccups along the way were fine. Things didn’t have to go perfectly their first time, so long as there was pleasure by the end.

Apparently if he moves just right, it will feel good.

Except, the moment he pulled back and quickly thrust forward, Lindi drew her knees up with a sharp gasp.

She resisted the urge to recoil, hoping it was temporary, but each time he slammed in, flashes of white-hot pain sparked across her vision and through her very being.

She felt it all the way down to her soul, which she didn’t even own anymore.

After the third time, Lindi let out a cry.

“Stop.” She shook her head with her nails clawing into her chest, knowing there was no point in grabbing him when she’d likely touch nothingness. “No more.”

“Too hard? I can go softer.”

Lindi grimaced and shook her head, not daring to look upon his face so she didn’t have to see his expression – nor him see hers. She was thankful when her curls waved around her face and partially obscured it, wishing they’d cushion around her body as well, like a soft shield.

The next words that fell from her tasted meek and weak-hearted. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

She’d completely lost her desire for the act and just wanted it all to cease.

And she felt awful about that to the point tears gathered once more, this time from the sting that was still present between her thighs, but also the one against her heart.

She knew it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn’t doing this on purpose, but she’d built up so much anticipation for this and it was.

.. ruined. It just felt awful to be repeatedly hurt, even by accident.

All at once, everything relented.

The pain faded, as did the pressure of him inside her, all in a puff of smoke. He didn’t withdraw, just vanished entirely.

Lindi let out a sob when she realised he’d vacated the area completely, and he only ever did that when he was upset. Did she hurt his feelings, no matter how lightly he felt them? Was he as mortified and embarrassed as she was?

With regret roiling around in her stomach, she turned physical.

She reached for her undergarments and trousers and put them back on, wishing to be clothed again and pretend all this never happened.

Then she grasped the floating handle of her satchel and yanked on it to draw it to her chest and hug it.

She felt so awful for him, and depressed for herself, that she pressed her face against its leather and cried with shuddering breaths.

I want to go home, she thought, despite not having a home. What she really wanted was just a safe and comfortable place to digest this horrible moment in private.

To swallow the hard lump of loss and cuddle herself, since no one else would do it.

Despite everything, she still felt a familiar trickle leaking from her. For once, she was thankful for it, as she hoped it meant she wouldn’t have to see or speak to him again for a while.

She thought she’d rather die in that moment.

“Do you want to stay or leave?” he asked, despite not actually being here.

“Leave,” she whimpered.

She was gone within her next false breath.