Show Me Your Stats!

"This cute little hole has been twitching ever since earlier. It must like it," Janus said, gently rubbing it with his index finger. Even Ayra could see the small, dark hole at the tip of the glans twitching and leaking a clear fluid. Suddenly feeling a chill down her spine, she struggled to free her wrists, only to feel an even tighter pain. Janus seemed determined to hear her say that it felt good.
While gently rolling the pink penis until it was fully erect, Janus pushed his hand between his legs and then deliberately and laboriously pulled out his own member through the tight space.
Ayra's eyes widened at the sight. She had never once thought her own was small. She had always been privately pleased with its decent size and appearance. But laid next to Janus's, hers seemed comparatively small...

Perhaps because of his red hair and eyes, even the color of his organ was a menacing red. It looked more like a weapon than a part of the body, a club rather than a penis. The veins were prominently visible from the base, which was thicker than the shaft, leading up to the swollen, reddish head.
Ayra instinctively tried to back away, but her wrists were still held.
"There," Janus said, tilting his head slightly as he breathed a heated breath, staring down with his red eyes. He then grabbed his member and started shaking it without any hesitation.

It was like a well-crafted scene from a pornographic film. His sculpted abs curved as his thick penis bobbed. Janus shook it loudly, deliberately hitting Ayra's organ several times with a clacking sound. Groaning loudly, he explicitly displayed his desire.
As Janus's penis throbbed and tantalizingly rubbed against his own, Ayra's rational mind thinned. Pride had already vanished, replaced only by a craving for pleasure. Watching the other masturbating, she soon imagined desperately placing her own organ in his hand.
"Uh..."

A faint moan escaped between her swollen lips. Overcome by unfulfilled desire, Ayra finally surrendered.
"Alright, hurry up..."
She was sure he heard her, but he seemed to enjoy her pleading, his red eyes narrowing. Tapping his foot, the sound of his loose shoes echoed. Desperate, Ayra sighed repeatedly. A sliver of pride and reluctance remained, making it hard for her to speak, but he seemed to want her to break completely.

She bit her lip several times before calling out his name in a tense voice. Eventually, her upper body collapsed forward. She rubbed her forehead against Janus's chest and looked up, calling his name again and again.
"Janus..."
His eyebrows twitched at her elongated voice. As his thick chest heaved, he finally released her wrists.

"Ah, ah!"
A large, hot hand suddenly grasped her genitals, and Ayra twitched violently. After being tantalizingly teased for so long, the intense pleasure of being forcefully grabbed {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} and rubbed was indescribable.
"How does it feel, good?"

While biting her lips hard, Janus grabbed both penises in one hand. The sensation of the glans to the shaft being crushed and rubbed in his hot palm was chillingly pleasant. Her waist seemed to melt away.
"Ah, ah! Ye-yes, uh, yes..."
As the last of her dignity flew away, Ayra clung to him, gasping for breath. Not knowing what else to do, she rubbed her cheek against his chest and remembered a pleasant kiss. Now that it had come to this, she hesitated no more and wrapped her arms around Janus's neck, kissing him. She sucked and bit his lips without hesitation, slowly blinking her wet grey eyes and meeting his beautiful red eyes.
"Uh, do you like it that much?"

Janus smirked, his smile twisted as he bit his lip. The moment she thought his pupils narrowed, she was suddenly laid back. A cloak was all that was spread on the bare ground, letting the cold seep through, but that was the least of her concerns.
As Janus moved on top of her, she thought his eyes might have brightened more than before as her body was pushed upwards. The massive and terrifying penis painfully jabbed her perineum.
"Ouch!"

It felt as though she had been struck between her legs, and Ayra pushed him away. Naturally, he did not budge at all. He chuckled slightly crazily and then thrust his hips again, thumping. The thick, club-like penis pushed up from her perineum, sliding down under her buttocks.
"Ah... I'm dying to put it in."
As the thick glans blatantly rubbed between her buttocks, her arousal abruptly vanished. In such a situation, outdoors, to thrust such a weapon-like thing... Ayra desperately shook her head.

"No, ah, ah, no..."
"Huh, if I put it here, it'll be so tight..."
While slickly spreading pre-ejaculate, Janus brought his excited penis closer. It seemed as though it might penetrate her any moment.

"It would kill you, wouldn't it, huh?"
She shook her head again and again in refusal, her eyes trembling with anxiety. After looking into her eyes for a while, Janus pulled up one corner of his mouth. His gaze seemed slightly offended, or perhaps he was being magnanimous.
Then he pressed the weapon-like object he had been jabbing between her buttocks back upwards. Holding her penis painfully tight with one hand, he pressed his organ against her flat stomach with the other.

"..., huh, ah, yes, uh!"
Ayra arched her back and moaned. In her blurred vision, white sparks flashed. Janus moved, pressing his organ between his hard abdomen and his palm. His thick penis traveled from the shallow mound above her pink genitals to her lower abdomen and back again, then he bared his teeth and smiled.
The weapon-like object was pressing painfully against her stomach, almost reaching below her navel. He breathed heavily into her mouth and cheek. As Ayra turned her head aside, he pressed his lips tightly to her exposed ear and said.

"Next time, I'll definitely put it inside you and make a path like this."
"Uh, uh..."
She shook her head vehemently as Janus mischievously erected his penis again and drew a path over her stomach. It was so long that Ayra's complexion turned pale, but he just spoke again in a joyful voice.

"Remember well. From here to, huh, here."
Then he bit her ear painfully. At the voice, from the rim to the hole, the sensation of his hot tongue made her scalp tingle. With a burst of pleasure, Ayra's body jerked as she reached a climax in his hot hand.
Then Janus's movements became even more rough. Painfully jabbing her stomach, he finally thrust his glans into her navel like he was stabbing it in. Immediately, a considerable amount of white semen poured out, thickly pooling inside her navel. Not satisfied yet, Janus rubbed his still red and angry glans up to her lower abdomen, spreading semen long and then chuckled.

Drenched in the aftermath of the climax, Ayra watched his actions with a dazed expression, gasping and collapsing. The act with Janus was better than she thought. It was good, but... He lazily lifted an arm to cover his eyes and let out a single sigh. Slowly, a chill crept in.
He couldn't shake off the ominous feeling that he had seriously messed up.
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"Uh, uh."
This isn't what she learned magic for. Disgusted, Ayra used magic to clean herself. It's one thing to be ejaculated on her face or body, but why did he have to ejaculate on such a weird part like a pervert... She frowned deeply.
After cleaning her body, Ayra turned to look at Janus and shivered. This crazy man was roughly rubbing his eyes with his hands as if they were a scrubbing brush. The snow melted on his muscular body, dripping down as water. She hurriedly removed the water from him as it was too cold to watch.

"Are you cold? Want a hug?"
"No! I'm going to get dressed now."
For once, Janus didn't interfere with her dressing. Ayra vigorously dried off before shivering and picking up her cold-laden clothes to put them on. After changing into her own shoes, she picked up Janus's shoes and turned around to see him standing barefoot on the frozen ground, squeezing himself into his wet clothes.

"Ugh!"
He really lives carelessly...
No! Just watching makes me cold! Unable to bear it, Ayra also removed the water from Janus's wet clothes.

As Janus got up, the horse that had been lying quietly also got up. Only then did Ayra realize that the other horses had been watching their actions all along. Although they were merely beasts, she unconsciously turned her head away from the horse's gaze.
"So, shall we get going again?"
"No, let's rest for 10 minutes..."

Ayra replied listlessly, sitting down on the cloak. She felt drained just from being stimulated by another's hand. She was also out of energy because she had used magic during the landslide.
After gathering mana from the surroundings, she took flint and a pile of firewood from subspace and lit a fire. As she warmed her hands by the blazing fire, she glanced at the igloo's ceiling. Won't it melt? As her body warmed up, hunger rushed in swiftly.