“W-well, come to think of it, I-I didn’t even have a ch-chance to thank you.” She began, “Th-thank you for hi-hiring a tailor f-for m-me.”
“You don’t have to thank me for anything.” The man replied dryly, putting the piece of marble he was holding back on the table.
“I know it’s severely lacking compared to your previous lifestyle. Even if it takes time, I’ll get you everything you want, so just hang in there for a bit,” he murmured. He then put his arm around her shoulder and lowered his head, pressing a chaste kiss on her earlobes.
She shrank back as his arms wrapped around her, encasing her petite frame. He was far from being lacking, instead he was giving her more than she could ever ask for.
She wanted to say that he didn’t have to overwork himself for her so badly, but she just couldn’t do it. Even if it was an erroneous expectation, she felt strangely relieved that he thought of her as someone… precious.
“I’m going to the royal road in a few days. I’ll come back with a wagon full of presents.”
Her eyes widened at this. “Ye-yes…”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m just going to attend the ceremony and soon…”
He mumbled his last words under his breath, making them almost undecipherable. And then a soft, moist, warmth gently prodded into her mouth.
Her eyes widened lightly. The tip of his tongue tasted faintly of strong wine. His slightly coarse stubble gently rubbed against her own chin, his tall straight nose over her nose, and a warm, soothing palm gently caressed her cheek.
There was something unique about the way he enveloped her.
He was frighteningly persistent and aggressive, yet there beyond this animalistic side, he was also so cautious, holding her as if she was something sacred. When his caresses felt minute, almost fluttering on her skin, she felt as if she were a wildflower.
A delicate flower ferociously yanked away and dearly held in his grasp…
“damn… I really don’t want to go.” He mumbled harshly, his warm breath warming her lips.
There was a slight trace of saliva when their lips parted.
Max looked up at him with trembling eyes. He cupped his hand over one of her breasts over her clothes as he pulled her closer by the waist.
“I want to do nothing and just stay locked up in my bedroom for months—perhaps years, and just rest.” She sensed a lot of fatigue in his heated voice.
He was exhausted. Max could only imagine how hard it must have been for the past three years. Guilt and compassion sprang up inside her. She hesitated slightly, before she gently moved her hand to stroke his head. The man who had been pouring kisses on her décolletage looked up at her in surprise.
She managed to say in a trembling voice,
“Che-cheer up.”
A strange expression crossed his onyx eyes. She had glimpsed a solemn look of heartbreak. He was staring down at her blankly with glistening eyes, when suddenly, he surged towards her, violently locking his lips against hers. She felt goosebumps dance towards the back of her neck at the feel of their moist breaths locked in a battle together.
“To be so willing to fire me up—don’t complain to me when you regret it.” He roughly murmured as he gathered her up in his arms from the chair she was sitting on.
A sharp shudder roughly scraped the inside of her stomach. She wasn’t scared. Even when he said something like that… Even when he was doing something like this… she wasn’t scared at all. She could see vaguely what kind of person he was becoming to her and that was the only thing she was really afraid of.
*
“Sto-stop…” Max’s voice came out in a soft whimper as her stomach laid on the bed.
From the windows, bright light poured out from the striking blue sky covered only with sparse clouds. It was quite a sunny day. She crawled towards the blanket to escape, but her arms and legs, which had undergone too much of a rigorous exercise throughout the night, lacked the strength to even tear apart a flower, much less break free from a man’s insistent grip.
“Ri-riftan…please, please.”
“Just a little more…”
At the breath that came in between her legs, she hid her face deeply into the sheets. The light from the dying fireplace flickered over their wet skin soaked with sweat and wetness from their lovemaking. Even the feel of the faint heat was like torture to Max.
“It’s incredible. That you have something that can accept me… and I have something that can connect with you…” He muttered like a drunken man as he touched her between her legs.
Her hips raised in the air shook with his every caress, her already fatigued thighs were shaking. Her soaked petals had long throbbed from his stimulation, blooming a pinkish red. She choked back a sob from the ecstasy and the erotic quality of it all.
The fact that she was baring him her most private part was agonizingly strange to Max. Her heart felt as if it could burst out from her ribcage any moment.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” She felt his warm, husky voice over her moist womanhood.
And his fingers gently prodded in, parting her secret doors to stroke it within. Max immediately found herself biting the pillow to restrain her lewd mewls.
She was going mad. It felt as if her whole body had melted and only the part under his hold was alive. As tears ran down her face from the intense climax that broke like a dam inside, he gently ran his hand across her back and whispered,
“Really, maddeningly beautiful.” His deep, muffled voice clawed at her ears like a siren’s bewitching call. Her body, no longer her own, succumbed to the wild sensation. Max unconsciously pulled on Riftan’s hair.
His breath heated up her soft skin and his teeth softly bit her parts that had long gone sensitive from his never-ending touches. She felt like all the nerves in her body were splitting into tiny pieces, tearing her apart from the inside to a delicious heap.
“N-no… ah!”
Her words not corresponding with her actions, her back arched higher, her folds stretching as they anticipated for him. Riftan clasped her hips tightly so that she wouldn’t be able to escape, and after he persistently tasted her juices, he positioned his throbbing member against her tunnel and slowly pushed inside, making her feel him to the tip.
Max no longer had enough strength to lift even a single finger. As his thick, massive body crashed into her, she shook like a leaf. His manhood pressed inside her, demanding as he filled her deeply to her core and with every thrust, his member growing with his ragged breaths. As his movements picked up, she could hear their slick skin against another; her body that had become almost unbearably sensitive and heated, was roughly swept by a strong current.
At the height of her senses, Max finally felt her vision fade, the sounds around her slowly vanishing with her consciousness.
