Hana was the first girlfriend Ethan had officially acknowledged while facing his "Inner Demon," though their physical progress was much faster than a standard relationship. To make it up to her and leave her with a beautiful memory, he continued his foreplay with great effort even though she was clearly ready.
When her breathing became ragged and her eyes were filled with pure devotion, Ethan finally moved over her, holding her rounded, shapely legs. While she lay with her eyes closed in anticipation, Ethan slowly lowered himself until there was no space left between them.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts so much!"
It was her first time. Despite being well-lubricated, the lack of magical assistance made Hana feel as if she were being split in two. Simultaneously, as he pushed deeper, Ethan felt like he was breaking new ground. He broke through the thin barrier, and then felt the world part before him, like a ship cutting through the waves. The pleasure was constant; the virgin's flower path was moist, slick, tight, and incredibly warm.
"Ah... the pain..." Hana cried out again, wiggling her white hips in an attempt to push him out. The sight of her reaction and the traces of blood on his dragon satisfied Ethan's darker instincts.
"Hana-chan, relax. It's always like this the first time. It'll feel better soon."
Ethan gripped her waist with both hands and began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. The silver-haired beauty kept her eyes shut, sobbing softly, "It hurts, it hurts... please be gentle... you're so big... ah... get out, get out..."
Ethan wasn't about to listen. He thrust all the way to the hilt, pressing his entire body weight against her. If he didn't finish this and show her the beauty of dual-cultivation, he might leave her with psychological trauma. However, a "pure" girl like Hana was certainly different from the "corrupted" heroines he usually dealt with; they rarely felt this much pain, usually becoming more excited the larger the man was.
Thankfully, with enough foreplay, the pain was accompanied by rising pleasure. Hana's valley tightly gripped Ethan's dragon. She frowned, eyes closed, moaning and gasping with every thrust. Despite her petite size, her leg-to-body ratio was perfect. From her hips to her feet, her skin was as smooth and warm as fine jade.
Ethan pulled out and had Hana flip over onto her hands and knees. He gripped her full, white buttocks and plunged back into her tight, hot entrance. She gripped the bedsheets, whimpering as she endured the impacts from behind. Her massive, snow-white breasts swung wildly with every thrust.
"Hana, you're so tight... relax..." Ethan said, kneading the soft, full mounds of her chest. This seemed to trigger a psychological response, and her tender valley secreted a fresh wave of thick, slippery honey.
Ethan's desire flared. Looking at those high, white buttocks, he began to spank her as he thrust, quickly turning her pale cheeks a bright, rosy red.
"Ah... no, I... I can't..." Hana gasped, struggling to hold back her louder moans as the spring water flowed from her depths.
Ethan enjoyed himself thoroughly, playing with the "forbidden fruit" of her chest. Her perky nipples stood erect under the rubbing of his large, hot hands. He felt her reaching her limit and increased his speed.
"Ah!"
Ethan's "smallest" size was still long and thick enough that he easily struck her deepest, most sensitive spot. In an instant, her body went limp. She reached her first orgasm before Ethan had even reached his limit. Her hands barely supported her upper body, her head lolled to the side, her silver hair scattered like mysterious clouds on the bed. Her pink lips hung open, and her slender waist arched with every thrust.
Ethan's strokes were deep and powerful. The sensation was so intense that Hana finally lost all restraint and began to moan loudly. Her consciousness was fading. Seeing that she was about to collapse, Ethan switched positions one last time, pulling her under him in the traditional missionary style for the final sprint.
Hana wrapped her arms around his waist and her legs around his, her juices soaking the sheets beneath them. With a final shudder of her body, Ethan gripped her head, his dragon buried deep against her womb, and unleashed a massive torrent of hot life essence into her most sensitive depths.
Hana's toes curled, her rounded ass tensed, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream. As Ethan erupted, Hana reached a peak orgasm simultaneously, her waist arching high, her head thrashing as she moaned uncontrollably. Her tight valley contracted rhythmically, and a mixture of honey and white essence spilled out from her labia like a small stream.
Hana collapsed in Ethan's arms, letting him continue to stroke her full breasts while her valley continued to twitch. The white liquid trailed down her inner thighs. Despite it being her first time, she was surprisingly resilient, but Ethan wasn't satisfied yet. His dragon remained rock-hard and his body was filled with heat. Even with his powers sealed, his physical constitution allowed him to go all night.
He flipped her over again, her white, tender ass presented to him once more. He could see a few sparse silver hairs between her legs. Ethan held her hips and pulled her up; Hana, still dazed, cooperated by kneeling and propping herself up on the headboard, her white ass pointed high.
He gave her a few light slaps and whispered, "Hana, I want more. Let's finish in this position."
"No..." Hana mumbled incoherently. "I can't... I really can't..."
But the dual-cultivation effect was already working; her valley had already mostly recovered, leaving only a slight, unnoticeable swelling. However, the feeling of being stretched to her limit left her both loving and fearing Ethan's dragon.
"You can. Look at how this place is opening and closing, begging for it."
Ethan leaned forward and plunged back into her from behind. Her legs trembled as he slid into the flower path once more. There was a wet "squelch" as the dragon vanished into the pink flesh.
"Eee... ah..."
Hana's whole body shuddered. Her ass thrust back instinctively, and she let out a soft, melodic hum. Ethan thrust from above and below, left and right, a fierce and heroic assault. His dragon, coated in white fluid, moved in and out of the everted pink flesh, creating the sound of splashing water.
Hana's long hair was messy, a few strands catching in her mouth. She bit down on her silver hair, eyes shut tight, her massive "rabbits" swaying in front of her chest. Her long, white legs were clamped together, making her tight valley even tighter.
The stimulation was so great that moaning wasn't enough; she began to gasp for air. Ethan, his stamina slightly lower in this state, thrust a few hundred more times before feeling his own limit approaching. He paused, reaching around to knead her soft, slippery breasts until the sensation was unbearable, then began his final assault.