Chapter 2

    Chanpa’s First Time (?)

    Chanpa gazed up at Bodin, his husband, with an innocent, bashful expression as if this were his first time. His beautiful face flushed a deep red, catching the young angel’s eyes. Bodin, trembling with excitement, held onto the arms of Bulan, or Chanpa—his real name—with shaky hands, gently leaning down to place a soft kiss on his delicate lips.

    “Smooch.”

    The gentle, inexperienced touch of Bodin’s kiss made Chanpa feel fond of him. He tilted his head slightly, responding like a timid, inexperienced bride should.

    How cute.

    “Mm.”

    Bodin repeated the kiss a few more times, hesitating to go any further. Meanwhile, Chanpa, eager and trembling with desire, grew frustrated at the angel’s hesitation. He decided to take the lead, slipping his tongue into Bodin’s warm mouth.

    “Mm!”

    Bodin was taken aback by his bride’s bold, lewd move. He awkwardly responded to the hot tongue, his whole body stiff and tense, which only made Chanpa want to tease the pure, innocent groom even more.

    “Mm! W-Wait, what are you doing?” Bodin stammered, his face turning bright red as he tried to push Chanpa’s hand away from his groin.

    “I just want to help you relax. Or do you hate me so much that you don’t want me to touch you?”

    Chanpa feigned a hurt look as he looked up, tears welling up in his eyes—a performance worthy of the finest actor.

    “I never disliked you!”

    “Then, will you let me? Even though I’m not very experienced, I hope my husband won’t mind.”

    Chanpa knelt on the floor, placing his hands on Bodin’s muscular thighs, and kissed the firm skin teasingly. His heart raced faster than a hundred drums beating in unison.

    Oh my, it’s so firm.

    “W-What are you going to do for me?” Bodin asked naively.

    “I just want to make you happy,”

    Chanpa replied, without looking at the face of the owner of gigantic length, only focusing on the tip of that throbbing length, glistening with anticipation.

    “I thought that part of me was dirty.”

    “Not at all. I think it’s so adorable, smooch.”

    “Bulan!”

    Bodin exclaimed in shock as he saw his beautiful bride touch his most private part—something no one but himself had ever done—to kiss.

    “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best,”

    Chanpa wasn’t concerned whether Bodin was hesitant out of shyness or reluctance. The delicious treat was right before him; why would he let it go to waste? Bodin’s protests couldn’t reach Chanpa at all.

    “Mm” Chanpa’s warm tongue slowly licked along the entire length, from the base up to the sensitive tip. His hands fondled Bodin’s round, firm testicles, coaxing them to release their essence. The taste and scent of this angel’s essence differed greatly from those of the giants. The men back in Giant City had a raw, masculine smell, but the innocent and pure Bodin had a sweet and fragrant flavor.

    His warm tongue slid up and down, making the large shaft glisten with saliva. The thick rod grew even larger, surprising Chanpa as it swelled fully. He couldn’t help but open his mouth wide to take it in.

    “Ah! Don’t suck—Mm!”

    Bodin cried out, unable to hold back any longer as Chanpa sucked on the tip with fervor. All earlier protests vanished the moment he saw his bride licking his manhood with relish. Was this the sensation when the warm tongue licked him? This was something he’d never experienced before.

    Bodin gripped the bed sheets, moaning and groaning as Chanpa’s small tongue found its way into every crease and groove.

    “Bulan, wait, please stop—Mm!”

    Hearing the angel’s pure moans only encouraged Chanpa to intensify his actions, swirling his tongue even faster around the head. He used his hand to pump the shaft where his mouth couldn’t reach, feeling it throb and swell until it filled his mouth completely. The temporary husband’s loud, desperate cry filled the room.

    “Ah!”

    “Gulp.”

    Bodin climaxed, overwhelmed by the sensation of his wife’s skillful tongue. It took less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn. If the soldiers in his army found out, they’d surely tease him mercilessly.

    Inside Chanpa’s mouth, the salty taste of Bodin’s release lingered, and his beautiful face was slightly streaked with tears from struggling to breathe.

    “Bulan, spit it out quickly,”

    Bodin said with a worried tone. But would the gorgeous giant from Giant City obey? Of course not. Chanpa swallowed the large amount of fluid with ease, then gave a sheepish smile to the young angel and opened his mouth to show it was empty.

    “I forgot and swallowed it all.”

    “You shouldn’t do that. Isn’t it dangerous for your body?” Bodin hurriedly got up from the bed, pouring a glass of water and handing it to his wife to rinse her mouth. His concern for Chanpa was evident that it almost pitiful for the fate of this innocent man tonight.

    “What? Dangerous? How so?” Is there something about angel customs I don’t know?

    “They say if you swallow it, it will burn your mouth. I don’t want your mouth to get blisters,”

    Bodin explained, his expression completely innocent. He was misinterpreting a phrase often used to describe the rough treatment between lovers, not realizing it wasn’t the fluid itself that caused harm. Hearing this, Chanpa burst into laughter, shocked at how naïve the Northern City’s Crown Prince could be. It seemed like the first phase of his mission was going to be far easier than anticipated.

    Chanpa wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, then explained the truth to the young angel. Bodin’s face turned beet red as the realization dawned on him, and he quickly averted his gaze, retreating to the bed in embarrassment.

    How adorable. I think I’ll have to teach this clueless angel a lot about the real world.

    Setting the glass of water down, Chanpa climbed onto the bed and nudged Bodin, who had turned his face away in embarrassment, urging him to turn and face him.

    “I won’t tease you, my husband. From now on, if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me. I promise I won’t tease you.”

    “But you laughed at me earlier.”

    “I only laughed because of how pure you are. But I won’t do it again. Now, look at me.”

    When Chanpa saw Bodin’s face, flushed red all the way to his ears, his heart fluttered. He had never encountered anyone so endearing and innocent. In Giant City, everyone was worldly and rough; there was no one like this sweet, clueless puppy.

    “I won’t tease you anymore, husband. Smooch.”

    “Mm.”

    “I promise I won’t play any tricks on you either, smooch.”

    Chanpa kissed along Bodin’s face—from his forehead, to his eyelids, to both soft cheeks, finally ending at his lips. His warm tongue slipped in, slowly coaxing Bodin’s inexperienced tongue to follow his lead.

    Bodin closed his eyes, surrendering entirely to his fake wife’s tender touch. Every kiss and caress sent waves of warmth through his abdomen, and before long, his already spent length stood erect once again, spurred on by the expert.

    Bodin was pinned down against the bed, lying sprawled beneath Chanpa, who was looking down, licking his lips seductively.

    My wife is far too beautiful.

    Bodin looked at Chanpa with awe. He didn't know if it was because of his male instincts or what, but his hand settled on Chanpa’s soft, rounded hip perfectly.

    “Ah.”

    “It’s hard again, my husband. It seems like it’s time for you to enter me, isn’t it?”

    Chanpa rubbed his entrance against Bodin’s erect length, moaning low in his throat to stoke his husband’s arousal further. His neglected, tight entrance throbbed in anticipation, clenching in sync with his breathing. He pinched his own nipples, stimulating himself even more.

    “Ah, my husband, I want you. I need you.”

    “I.”

    Bodin was clearly flustered and unsure of what to do next. But he remembered what the palace servants had told him—that he needed to prepare his partner before entering them; otherwise, it would hurt. Bodin’s large hand reached for the bedside table, picking up the thing prepared for the bridal night. He spread some of the contents onto his fingers and hesitantly started to massage Chanpa’s rounded buttocks. He nervously prodded at the small entrance, but it was a good development for the angel who didn't know anything.

    “Ah. Mm, insert your fingers.”

    “L-Like this?”

    Bodin swallowed hard as he watched Chanpa’s reaction with excitement. His heart was racing as his forefinger slowly slid into the tight, hot entrance, and the sensation of being squeezed tightly made his hand tremble. Yet, his desire pushed him to continue naturally.

    “Ah, put in more. Ah, mm.”

    If I’m already this aroused with just a finger, how will I handle the large weapon beneath me?

    Chanpa ground his hips down against Bodin’s fingers, pushing them deeper inside until they hit his most sensitive spot. Each time the angel’s fingertips brushed that sweet spot, the small giant let out a soft scream, his tight entrance clenching harder.

    “Does it feel good here?”

    “Mm! Yes, more! Ah, faster.”

    Chanpa’s commands left no room for hesitation. Bodin curled his thick fingers perfectly against that spot again, moving with surprising skill for a first-timer, almost as if he were naturally gifted.

    With each precise stroke inside, Chanpa’s cries grew louder, his hips moving eagerly just like when he was back in Giant City. Seeing his wife so satisfied with his touch gave Bodin a sense of pride. He doubled his efforts, determined to bring Chanpa even more pleasure. Before long, the intense waves of pleasure built up, and Chanpa climaxed hard, simply from the angel’s thick fingers, not even needing the giant length as usual.

    “Ah!”

    His release splattering across his own belly, creating an alluring mess. The sight alone made Bodin’s own length twitch, nearly bringing him to his own peak just from watching.

    “You’ve got some skill, my husband, but now it’s time for the real thing.”

    “Ah.”

    “I’m going to eat you up now, ah. Ah!”

    The large shaft was positioned at his prepared entrance. As soon as the tip slipped inside, the intense sensation nearly made him come undone.

    This is too big!

    “If it hurts, you don’t have to force yourself.”

    “Ah. No need.”

    Chanpa swatted away Bodin’s hand that tried to push him back. Instead, he braced himself against Bodin’s chest, squatting down on the bed instead of kneeling. He lowered himself again, gritting his teeth as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through his entire body. His belly bulged slightly, even though only half of it was inside.

    “Ah, is it all the way in yet?”

    “Th-There’s still a little left,”

    Bodin lied, his voice barely above a whisper, despite the obvious evidence.

    “You can sit all the way down.”

    The scorching heat around just half of his length made the naive angel resort to his first-ever lie. He was desperate to finish; a small white lie wouldn’t hurt, would it?

    “Really? Then kiss me.”

    “Mm.”

    Bodin leaned up, kissing his wife’s lips gently, only to let out a guttural cry as the rest of his length was suddenly swallowed whole in one swift motion.

    “Mm!!!!”

    “Did you already finish, my husband?”

    Chanpa pulled back and lifted himself off the firm lap. The glistening mess that leaked out from his stretched entrance was clear for both to see.

    “All I did was sit down.”

    “You didn’t give me a chance to prepare.”

    “And you lied to me as well, saying there was only a little left, when half of it was still outside. A husband who lies deserves to be punished,”

    Chanpa quickly stirred up the large manhood, gripping Bodin’s thick shaft expertly with both hands, stroking it back to full hardness with his expert skills.

    “I’ll punish you so thoroughly that you’ll never lie to me again.”

    “Ah, Bulan.”

    “With pleasure so intense that you’ll lose your voice.”

    “Ah!”

    Chanpa turned around, positioning himself to face away from Bodin, lifting his round buttocks before slamming down onto the entire length in one go. But this time, Bodin held onto his senses a bit better, not coming immediately as he had before.

    “You’re trying to resist, husband? Then I’ll have to punish you properly.”

    “Ah, Bulan, I feel it—slow down, please.”

    “If I slowed down, it wouldn’t be a punishment, now would it?”

    “Ah!”

    Chanpa bounced up and down, rocking his hips back and forth, squeezing and clenching around the thick shaft inside him. He milked the angel’s length with each deliberate movement, demanding Bodin’s release. The intense pleasure of being struck deep inside reignited the giant’s carnal instincts, stirring up his insatiable appetite for more.

    The small figure deliberately lifted himself until Bodin’s thick length nearly slipped out, then slammed back down forcefully, making his lower belly bulge visibly. He could feel the warmth of the second release flooding his insides.

    “Ah!”

    “That was just the first punishment, my dear. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

    “Ah. Wait, my wife, I just finished.”

    “But I haven’t.”

    “Mmph!”

    Chanpa sealed his lips over Bodin’s once more, kissing him deeply until the angel couldn’t catch his breath. The poor groom panted helplessly, looking utterly endearing. Chanpa continued coaxing the thick shaft to full hardness as he wanted. He milked his husband’s release over and over until Bodin’s legs trembled and his vision darkened. At one point, Chanpa pressed him up against the wall, slamming his hips down in a rhythm all his own.

    “I-I’m going to come again.”

    “So am I. Ah!”

    Chanpa’s mind went blank with bliss as another wave of warmth filled his belly. He’d lost count of how many times he’d been filled now. While Chanpa was lost in the throes of pleasure that Bodin provided, he noticed the angel swaying unsteadily.

    “Whoa!”

    Chanpa quickly pulled away and turned around, catching his husband just as he fainted from sheer exhaustion and loss of fluid. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the angel’s fragility.

    “You’re really weak, aren’t you? Fainting after just a few hours. Poor thing, you can’t possibly be a real husband for me.”

    The lustful giant shook his head at the angel who had released so many times he’d lost count. With a mixture of amusement and pity, Chanpa helped him back onto the bed, laying him down gently. Then, he headed off to bathe and change clothes, humming a happy tune as he went.