Five (SPG)

She couldn’t speak after hearing his words.

It felt like something inside her had gone completely still—like her voice had been taken from her, leaving only the unbearable weight in her chest.

She knew she had been wrong. She knew she had hurt him. That truth was something she could never

escape.

But she never expected this version of him.

Not like this.

Not where there was nothing left of warmth in his eyes.

She didn’t fight anymore.

Not because she didn’t feel fear, but because something deeper had already broken in her. The hope she had been holding onto…the belief that maybe, somehow, he still cared for her even a little.

It was gone.

“Leaf…” she whispered again, but this time her voice was smaller. Fragile. Almost like she was calling out to someone who no longer existed.

He didn’t respond.

He only moved closer, and even without words, the distance between them felt final—like a door quietly closing that could never be opened again.

Sahara’s hands trembled at her sides.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, barely audible, tears slipping down her cheeks without permission. “If I could take it back…I would.”

But even as she said it, she knew some things couldn’t be undone.

Some wounds didn’t heal just because you regretted causing them.

And standing in front of him, she realized the most painful truth of all—

He wasn’t looking at her anymore like she was someone he once cared about.

Only as someone he had already decided to let go of.

She let him do as he pleased, no longer finding the strength to resist. Something in her had already given in—not out of desire, but exhaustion, confusion, and the heavy weight of everything between them.

When he moved closer, Sahara’s breath caught in her throat.

The space between them disappeared too quickly, too intensely. She froze, her pulse erratic, unsure whether to step back or stay still.

His presence overwhelmed her senses—close enough that she could feel his breath, hear his quiet exhale, sense the tension in him that she no longer understood.

Sahara’s heart pounded painfully in her chest.

Fear and something unspoken tangled inside her, making it impossible to think clearly.

“Leaf…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

But he didn’t answer.

And in that silence, she realized something was shifting between them—something she could no longer control or reverse.

Sahara gasped as Leaf stripped off the last of her clothes and revealed her most intimate place. His lips moved lower, to her center, and she shivered at the feeling of his rough stubble against her wet skin. His minty breath fanned over her, sniffing the scent of a secret place where no man before had ever seen or touched. She was seized by an intoxicating mixture of fear and desire.

"Hmm," Leaf whispered into her skin. “Smells like vanilla.” Sahara bit her lip as his lips drew nearer. She fought to hold on to her resistance, to pretend she didn’t want this, but her body betrayed her. She couldn’t deny the flood of overwhelming sensations washing over her, no matter how loudly her mind denied it.

His tongue flicked over her slick heat, circling over her labia before his fingers found her sensitive swollen nub. He switched from deep slow laps to sharp suction, driving her to the verge of insanity. As his tongue pressed deep into her, her back arched off the sheets without her having to think about it. She was entirely at the mercy of the pleasure, lost in the rhythm of his mouth until her lips formed a silent “O” when he suddenly shoved his middle finger deep inside her.

"Oh Leaf!" His finger went in and out of her wet womanhood. She wanted to hold her husband’s head, but she couldn’t because she was tied up. Her treacherous body was thoroughly enjoying her husband’s ministrations to her most private parts.

"Fuck! You're so tight, doll," he whispered to her center, as if it were a person. His lips continued their relentless assault there, between her thighs. Sahara's stomach quivered from the sharp, tingling pleasure.

"Oh God, Leaf!" She moaned out his name.

"Yes, doll, let me hear you," Leaf murmured, his voice thick with feeling.

Sahara felt like she was losing herself in the moment. A heat was building inside her, a heat that was restless, that was too much, that was wrapping itself around her, tighter and tighter with every second of intimacy. Leaf was absorbed in her completely, his attention moving from tender kisses to a rhythmic closeness that left her breathless. His movements were deliberate and intense, keeping her senses heightened and her heart pounding in her chest.

"Oh! Leaf, I...I can't breathe!" she panted, her voice strained as she was about to break. Suddenly she was overcome with self-consciousness. The physical sensations were so intense she had an urgent desire to pull away, her mind spinning with a mixture of anticipation and panic.

“Leaf, wait—stop! ” she cried, overwhelmed by the losing battle of controlling her own body. She was afraid of the vulnerability of such a powerful release.

“Not yet,” Leaf said, softly but with a gentle firmness, and he paused in his movement for a moment.

The sudden stop was startling. It was as if she had been flying up in the clouds only to find herself hanging in midair, hanging there waiting for the fall. Her hands were fists, and she bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut against the frustration of the interruption. He kept her at the height of her feelings and built the tension until it was almost too much to bear. She said nothing, irritation building in her chest, not wanting to break the spell or let him know what she felt. She was still breathing shallowly and heavily, trying to get her bearings after such an intense experience.

Then suddenly the ties were undone, and the pressure about her wrists and ankles was gone. She opened her eyes slowly, and her eyes met her husband's. She saw a fierce intensity in the depths of his eyes, a look of deep yearning that sent a warm wave of feeling throughout her. Without a word, he crouched down and took her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It was an embrace of years of unspoken emotion, and she leaned in to him, a soft sigh of relief escaping her.

His hands were gently possessive but firm, and she reached to touch the strength she knew in his frame. Her fingers traced the contours of his chest and the firm muscle of his arms, her reluctance melting in the heat of the moment. She met his passion with her own, matching the urgency of his kisses as they lost themselves in each other.

They held each other in a beautiful and desperately sincere way, as if their touch were saying all the things that were hidden between them. His lips grazed the column of her throat and her shoulders, leaving a path of heat in their wake. In this moment of reconciliation, each touch was a promise, and the connection between them sparked a breathless, intoxicating feeling that made her entire body tremble with a new sense of belonging.

“Ahhh! "She tangled her fingers in her husband’s hair. A damp warmth began to gather between her legs once more. Then he suckled at her hardened nipples, like a starving baby seeking milk. At that point, she surrendered herself to him without hesitation.

“Leaf! Ohhh! "Sahara could no longer form coherent words. Soft moans and breathless cries were the only sounds that escaped her lips, encouraging him to continue.

Leaf grasped both of her thighs and lifted them onto his shoulders. Then, without warning, he thrust hard into her, making her cry out from the sharp pain that shot through her body.

“Ah! Ouch! ”

She had expected nothing more than a strange ticklish sensation, but instead she was met with a sharp, overwhelming pain. Discomfort spread through her body, making her instinctively push against him, trying to create some distance between them. But every movement only seemed to make the pain worse.

To Sahara, it felt as though she were being torn in two.

Tears immediately welled in her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks.

“Stay still,” Leaf said in a low voice.

He had forgotten that his wife had no prior sexual experience. A brief pang of guilt flickered through him as he saw her tears and the pain etched across her face. For a moment, he hesitated.

But just as quickly as the feeling came, he pushed it aside and forced himself not to think about it.

“Please take it out, Leaf. It hurts so much,” she pleaded with her husband. Her hands gripped his arms as she tried to push him away, desperate for some relief.

But Leaf ignored her plea.

He could no longer resist the desire consuming him. All he could think about was claiming the innocent woman in his arms.

“No. Just stay still. The pain will eventually go away,” he said instead.

Sahara blinked repeatedly, her vision blurred by tears.

For a brief moment, she saw a flicker of guilt in her husband’s eyes. It was there—clear and unmistakable.

But the moment he blinked, it vanished just as quickly, leaving behind only a cold determination that made her heart sink.

They remained in that position for a long moment. Leaf didn't move at all above her.

He had never imagined that things between them would come to this.

He had always known Sahara as a sweet girl—open with her emotions, unafraid to express how she felt. As he looked into her tear-filled eyes, an old memory suddenly resurfaced in his mind.

He remembered the ten-year-old Sahara who had looked up at him with innocent admiration and said,

"When I grow up, Big Brother Leaf, I'm going to marry you."

Then she had leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

It had been nothing more than an innocent peck, but he still remembered how her cheeks had instantly turned bright red afterward. She had looked so embarrassed, yet so determined at the same time.

His little doll.

The memory struck him unexpectedly, making his chest tighten.

Back then, it had been easy to laugh it off as childish affection.

Now, looking at the woman beneath him, he realized that what she had felt all those years ago had never truly disappeared. And somehow, that realization made everything even more complicated.

“L-Leaf…”

He snapped back to the present.

There was confusion in her eyes as she looked at him, still visibly overwhelmed by discomfort. Any trace of his earlier haze was gone now, replaced by sudden awareness and guilt.

He noticed she was still wincing, still clearly in pain. He was completely sobered up now. His hand instinctively moved down to her center. Then, he massaged her pussy and clit, pulling her focus away from the discomfort she was feeling. And it worked—after a few moments, her breathing began to steady, and soft, involuntary sounds slipped from her lips despite herself.

“Hmp!”

She bit her lip as she looked back at him, unable to look away. He was staring at her just as intensely, his gaze unwavering.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

The tension between them slowly shifted—what started as pain and confusion began to ease into something heavier, something more complicated.

Her breathing gradually steadied, though her heart was still racing.

And yet, she couldn’t understand herself anymore—why she felt so overwhelmed, so shaken by everything that had just happened between them.

“Does it still hurt? ”His voice shifted suddenly, softer now.

For a brief moment, she saw concern in his eyes—but it disappeared just as quickly, like it was never there.

“N-No…not anymore,” she answered quietly.

He paused for a second, as if confirming her words.

Then he began to thrust slowly at her, more controlled this time.

Sahara instinctively gripped his arms, her fingers tightening as she tried to steady herself through the overwhelming sensation and emotions she could no longer fully process.

"Oh, Leaf!" She screamed his name as he moved faster. Each quick deep thrust brought her a mixture of pain and pleasure. It felt like his size had gotten to her uterus.

“Shit! Damn! Damn! I love your pussy, doll," he blurted it out at her. Their sexes were entwined, as were their eyes. Sahara thought that her husband's intoxication had disappeared, both sweating, their breath coming in short gasps as their genitals continued to collide.

Leaf stood with him, still with their bottoms together. Sahara had no choice but to hold on to her husband's neck as she went up and down on his thick, long cock that seemed to get bigger the more she rode it.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sahara groaned one after another.

"Yes! Moan for me, doll. Hmm, you're too good." Leaf was sucking on her breasts; they were in that position. She's got the gift in that department, so it was natural for them to bounce.

"Leaf! I'm going to pee!" Sahara said to him. Her pussy began to contract, choking her husband's cock. She heard him laugh.

"Not piss, doll. You're coming," Leaf said to her. Her eyes were fixed on the coming crisis. Leaf drove harder into her. Her toes jerked. It was so fast she nearly fainted when she came.

"Leaf!" She shook, shouting her husband's name. He was still going hard and fast before he came. But then he yelled the name of another woman.

"Rocsan!" Leaf said. Sahara’s brain and heart were erupting like a volcano all at once. Hearing what her husband said was like thousands of knives stabbing her chest. It felt like a balloon suddenly bursting. She was wriggling so that her husband could put her down, but he held her tight. Her eyes grew dim. There were tears that threatened to fall.

"P-please put me down," she pleaded with him. He frowned, then set her down. Even though she was staggering as she walked, she immediately went straight to the bathroom to clean herself.