Clara bit her lip, unable to stop the gasp from escaping her lips.
'This is strictly to save his life. Yes. This doesn't feel good at all. Not one bit.'
Clara was a tomboy, as Dyon often teased her for. As such, she played a lot of sports as a kid before she stopped to focus on her cancer research. So, her hymen had long since broken due to those activities, and considering the fact Dyon was the person she would want to do this with the most, she felt no pain whatsoever, exactly like Ri and Madeleine.
Dyon felt the slow grind of a wet vortex steadily lowering toward his base.
Soft moans escaped from Clara as she hoped that Dyon was too weak to hear her. If she couldn't focus, this would all be for nothing.
Soon, she reached the very base, but she felt like all of her energy had been sapped from her.
She fell forward, resting her head and hands on Dyon's broad chest while she slowly grinded her hips. It was almost like she had forgotten the true purpose of her actions.
