Raphaeline's skin was naturally pale, now turned into a sickly, translucent white from her ordeal. Under the lamplight, her flesh seemed to glow, looking incredibly soft. Her heavy, snowy mounds were pert and topped with pink buds the color of summer cherry blossoms. Her waist was narrow, her belly flat, and her long legs were exquisite.
Ethan didn't remove the wedding dress entirely, especially not the white over-the-knee silk stockings. Looking up the skirt, he saw she was perfectly groomed, her "garden" smooth and hairless. Even though he was used to beautiful women, the sight of a "Valkyrie Bride" made his member throb violently. He wanted to possess this golden-haired MILF immediately.
"Alright, Ethan, get ready. She can't move, so I'll help," Chisato said. She was a bit jealous but prioritized her sister's health. She stripped naked, her long black hair falling over her back, the mole under her eye adding a touch of lethality to her beauty.
Ethan stripped as well, his masculine, powerful body exposed. Raphaeline stole a glance and quickly looked away, blushing furiously. Ethan moved behind Raphaeline. Her buttocks were even more beautiful than he imagined—round, full, and firm.
He placed his hands on her shoulders. Her skin was soft and slick with a fine sheen of nervous sweat. A sweet, heavenly fragrance wafted from her. Ethan had met many women with natural scents, but Raphaeline's was intoxicating.
"Stop acting like a virgin, Ethan," Chisato teased. "Hurry up. You can have your private time after she's healed."
Ethan pulled Raphaeline close. Despite the dress, he could feel her softness. He reached around to cup her heavy breasts, kneading the soft flesh. The wedding dress was pulled down, exposing her breasts to his touch. He felt her nipples harden in his palms. Even in her weakened state, she was highly sensitive. Her lush, heavy rear pressed back against his hot, turgid length.
"Mmm..." Ethan groaned. Her skin was a bit cool, but her soft ass pressing against him made him want to thrust. He held her in a back-hug, his heart racing. Raphaeline's heart was pounding just as fast.
"Oh..." Raphaeline let out a soft moan.
"Ethan, you're being too gentle. Knead her breasts properly," Chisato commanded.
Ethan looked at Raphaeline's profile. Her face was a mix of holy purity and rising lust.
"Ethan... you can... use more force," Raphaeline whispered.
Ethan complied, squeezing her breasts firmly. Chisato assisted by grabbing Raphaeline's silk-clad legs and moving her hips up and down, grinding her lush rear against Ethan's shaft. It felt like a "dry-hump" with her perfect ass. Ethan gripped her breasts tighter, rolling her swollen pink nipples between his fingers.
"Haa... Haa..." Raphaeline's breathing became ragged. Chisato kept moving her, facilitating the friction. Ethan's dragon was aching to erupt. He grabbed Raphaeline's chin and turned her head.
"Sister Raphaeline, let's kiss."
Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in. To his surprise, Raphaeline opened her mouth eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his. It was her first kiss. It was clumsy and shy, but sweet. Ethan soon took the lead, sucking on her tongue and swirling his own into her mouth. Raphaeline nearly forgot to breathe.
With the exchange of fluids, she seemed to find a spark of strength. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her flat belly against his throbbing member. Their tongues intertwined as they melted into the kiss. Ethan's hand slid down to cup her full butt cheeks.
Suddenly, he adjusted his position and pressed the head of his dragon right against her soft, wet petals. Raphaeline's eyes widened, her tongue freezing in shock. Ethan didn't stop; he thrust forward, wedging his massive length between her thick, silk-covered thighs.
The inside of her thighs was slick and smooth. Ethan controlled his pace, sliding back and forth between her legs (Paizuri/Sumata), careful not to hurt her. Even so, the sensation was incredible. Her thighs gripped him tight, the friction stimulating her own "flower" as her juices began to coat his shaft.
Chisato watched with a professional eye. "Good. She's in the zone. Let's start the real treatment."
Ethan pulled back. A string of saliva connected their lips as they parted. Raphaeline's breasts heaved, her nipples trembling. She looked down at the fluids Ethan had left on her belly and thighs.
"God... it's so big... if it goes inside... how deep will it go..." she murmured. Hearing that from a holy goddess made Ethan lose his mind.
"Chisato, since you put her in a wedding dress, let's make her first time perfect," Ethan suggested.
"Humph, you just want to enjoy yourself," Chisato rolled her eyes, but she stepped back to let them have their moment.
"Sister Raphaeline, do you know what '69' is?" Ethan whispered. She shook her head. He explained the position to her, and her face turned a deep shade of crimson.
"Okay... I understand." She was curious now.
They shed the dress—Ethan insisted the white stockings stay on. Raphaeline lay back, spreading her long, exquisite legs. Ethan crawled over her. The scent of her "garden" was overwhelming.
Raphaeline took the initiative, licking the hot dragon, her tongue swirling around the head. Ethan buried his face between her white-clad thighs, licking the pink slit of her "flower."
Slurp... Hah... Chu...
As his tongue flicked her sensitive petals, Raphaeline's nectar flowed like a river. Ethan greedily drank her down. Suddenly, Raphaeline took his entire length into her mouth. Ethan groaned and used his hands to pry her flower open, exposing her inner sanctum. Her skin was snowy white, and her "rosebud" (anus) and "flower" were perfectly pale and pink, like a work of art.