"Hya… un… ahh~"
Francesca's body was writhing. Every time Leonhart's fingers pinched the darkly coloured part of her breast, a sweet numbness ran throughout her body. Her mind was overwhelmed, she could not think of anything. She was entirely swept away by the pleasure.
"Ah, ya… ngh…"
"I'm taking it off, Fran."
Leonhart moved his hand towards Francesca's nightgown. Removing the buttons with one hand, he exposed her bountiful breasts in spite of her slim figure.
Smooth and as white as snow. In the center, the small pink nipples twitched and stood up due to the stimulation.
Leonhart's hands stopped moving, staring intently at her body in appreciation. Francesca's face was dyed red with embarrassment, but at the same time, her nipples grew more solid. Even the shame was promoting pleasure.
"Beautiful. You're truly beautiful. Fran."
This time it wasn't over clothing, Leonhart's hands touched Francesca's chest directly. He grabbed them from the bottom and pushed them up, massaging them.
"Ngh… ah… ya…"
When his fingertips brushed over her bud-shaped nipples, she sighed out in pleasure.
"If you feel it so much with my fingers, what will happen if I lick them?"
"…Ahn! Yah!"
His tongue crawled up to the tip of her chest, causing Francesca to cry out. He sucked and gently bit it, his tongue swirled around her nipple. Her back arched from the pleasure. Her lower waist clenched, it ached painfully.
"Leon… ya…. ah. I feel strange. I can't take it… ah… stop… hya."
"It's not strange. You like me, don't you? Being touched by the person you like, anyone would react like this. Wanting to feel more pleasure."
When Leonhart answered, he took his mouth off her breast… then, he shifted the position of his body and put his hand in Francesca's underwear.
"Leon, do…n't… ahn."
She tried to resist, but there was no power in her legs. Leonhart was removing her underwear with his left hand. He stroked Francesca's leg with his right. Her upper, inner thigh was tingling from the gentle touch of his five fingers.
Francesca panicked from being deprived of her last defence and squeezed her legs together.
"That's no good. I want to see all of you, Fran."
Leonhart's hand slid from her waist to her hip, before reaching the lower area. His fingers brushed her densely covered hidden place. Francesca's body trembled from the sensation.
"N, no… yah~ that sort of place, don't touch… Leon."
"You're so wet and slippery. Besides, your body's not rejecting it. It wants me to touch it more."
"Ah…!"
He played with her labia, Francesca's waist was floating. Every time it was stimulated, her petals would throb and leak out more fluid.
"It's about time, huh?"
"Eh? Ngh… ah…"
Leonhart mutters quietly and inserts his index finger into Francesca. Gently fingering her to loosen her slowly. Her petals clench and tighten around Leonhart's finger.
"Un… fuah…!"
For the first interval, Francesca gave a loud moan. Leonhart pulled out his finger slowly—placed his hands on Francesca's knees and pushed them wide apart.
"Let's play a little more. I want to make it as painless as possible."
"Ah… no."
Leonhart brought his face to her wet secret place. He extended his tongue and scooped up the honey. He gave her petals a kiss, then pleasure shot through the area as he played around with his tongue. He slowly licked up from the bottom. And then circled her bud. Her lower lips squeezed and clenched.
"Ah, ah~ hyan…!"
Francesca gave a sharp-pitched cry. Leonhart was licking a place she had never even touched on her own. She wanted to escape from the embarrassment, but every time she was stimulated by waves of pleasure, and Francesca was rendered unable to do anything. Her back trembled and gradually it became unbearable.
"Ya…! Don't, that, no… ah!"
Leonhart sucked particularly hard on her flower petals, stroking her with his tongue. Her petals were overflowing with a large amount of honey from the pleasure.
"Hiyaaaa…!"
Francesca gripped at the bed sheet while arching her back. The trembling did not stop, her pleasure rose higher and higher with no bounds, and then.
"Ya~ ah~…. Ah, ah, ah, ahn—!"
Her whole body jumped from convulsions. From her red eyes, drops of tears were scattered.
Francesca's scream finally ended.
She couldn't think of anything. The inside of her head was pure white, she was in a daze.
Francesca stared at the ceiling with disoriented eyes and erratic breathing.
In her ear, Leonhart whispered.
"I've reached the limit of my patience. I want your first time."