"Nggh--"
Ron gritted his teeth and clawed the berserker back. This is ridiculous--this is ridiculous! He would have screamed had he enough strength and air. Or if anything could come out of his mouth that wasn't a moan.
All just from mere fingers. Fingers! Granted, there were four of them, but still...it should still be smaller than the real thing.
Ugh...Ron secretly regretted that he had never gone all the way before, because then it might not have been this overwhelming. It wasn't hurt, really--a bit of sting every time a new finger came inside, but even that was quickly buried by the continuous pressure in his lower back.
"When...until when will you do--ahh!--that...?"
"Until you're loose enough, obviously," Agni replied with a teasing tone, but he was serious. This was why he asked about Ron's experience at the start. "Are you trying to get yourself hurt?"
