But still, he refused to move.

Somewhere, he still had restraint.

Lena moaned before she realized it, widening her legs in ecstatic welcome as warm eddies of pleasure began to couple with each ache of pain.

"Good girl, keep moistening for me, sweetheart," Renz grunted harshly. And almost as if summoned, Lena could feel her acquiescence relaxing and coating her inner walls, before flowing out of her body and lubricating his cock.

Her throat was still too raw to speak, but Lena squeezed her muscles around his shaft, hoping that would be enough to encourage him to continue.

His answering moan caused her to instinctively tighten even further, and he...