Marriage And Absente - Chapter 9

“Sit down.”

“Haa, heuk…”

He put his arms around Swan’s waist and kissed her cheek as she whimpered. Fear, exhilaration, excitement, hot breaths. They were all intertwined and reflected in her green eyes. Without a word, he pulled down the woman’s waist onto his lap and let her sink down onto him.

“Hnngh!”

She clung to him with her arms and legs as if she were having a spasm and began to rock her waist against his. There was one spot that gave her immense pleasure. As he thrusted into her secret, defenseless spot with his stiff rod, she moaned loudly.

“Heuk, ah! AH! Ahh! Aungh! I-I feel like I’m, ah! dying! Heuuh…”

His manhood that filled her completely went in and out of the sweltering inner walls. Her entrance was overflowing with both their bodily fluids and her blood. Like the chaotic white sheets under them, his eyes were full of tumultuous thoughts.

The blood left a red stain on the sheets from the intrusion of his manhood. He stared at the woman who moaned every time he looked at her and moved his waist. Her eyes were half-closed.

He covered her lips with his just as the woman wished and kissed her so deeply that her lips were almost crushed. A deep desire and a lustful frenzy—these actions were showing how much exactly he wanted her.

It was an instinctive need. Every time she cried out, he wanted to suckle the tips of her voluminous breasts. He wanted to drive himself into her so hard that her plump bottom would turn red from their bodies moving together.

It was an incomprehensible need. It was so sweet that his mouth watered, but every time he saw the woman sobbing, he felt a twisted desire.

However, she was a virgin. When she whispered to him that she wanted him to kiss her, he complied and led her. Kindly, gently. He tried to do so by holding back. He should have prepared her, coaxed her to open up gently, and thrusted into her when she was ready.

But as soon as he went into her narrow entrance, all he could think of was the craving for more… He thought she would be very good at spreading her legs and rolling her hips, but that was just in his dream. She wasn’t a girl who stuck her as* out like a dog and flaunt it around.

“Ah, hmmnngh, heuk! Hnng, aahh…!”

After sitting fully on his lap, she threw her head back and her hips flinched, and only then did he place her back down on the bed and start moving again.

Swan watched his waist move back and forth, and the man lowered himself as he spread her legs wider, then wrapped them around his waist. The two reached their climax while embracing each other tightly.

* * * 

“…Leon!”

A meteor-like ball of fire was flung above his head. If it hadn’t been targeted intentionally, then that ball of fire wouldn’t have fallen so precisely that a strong sulfur smell entered his senses. After avoiding the fire, he countered a n incoming man’s sword with his and slit his throat without hesitation.

Then, he climbed his horse, with a cape fluttering behind him, hung the dead man’s head onto the saddle, then grabbed the reins. Beyond the helmet he was wearing, the world around him that he could see was full of chaos. And that chaos was exquisite. The cavalry and infantry stationed in the vanguard and the rear repeatedly scattered and arranged themselves in formation according to the loudly beating drum to signal them.

“…Lord Leon!”

The voice was a young man’s. He turned reflexively and saw the one who called out from a distance. His vision was limited because of the helmet he was wearing, and on the other side, the young man who was calling him took off his helmet first.

“…”

Long hair fluttered in the wind. It wasn’t a man. His surroundings started to shift again, and so he closed his eyes and opened them, trying to remember her. The person he saw at first in this scene changed.

“Swan.”

Yes, that’s the name. Thick blonde hair that had a red undertone, scattered summer lights, clear eyes… The freckles on her nose, her pert breasts, the girl who clung onto his neck.

* * * 

She was so delicate. The woman who fell asleep with his chest as a pillow had her hair tangled up, and he combed his fingers through her disheveled strawberry blonde locks, the color the same as her long lashes. With her arms curled over him, she hadn’t woken up yet despite it being noon, when the bright sun was high in the sky.

He retraced his dream, which was slipping out of his grasp. Long hair, turquoise eyes… A fluttering blue cape and a helmet, which hadn’t been hit by the flying ball of fire, that was removed. Who could it be? In his struggle, he felt a pang on his head.

Before he got more nauseous, he got up, then looked down at the woman. Then, he felt his manhood stiffening again. Even though he had fulfilled his desires all night long, he got hard again just by looking at the woman’s full breasts and alluring nipples.

“I must be crazy.”

He shook his head. He messed her up so much, but he still wanted to bury himself inside her… He picked up his pants and went to the kitchen.

— 

Swan woke up three hours after noon had passed. She never got up this late before, so in her confusion, she was also embarrassed. She thought she woke up at the usual time, but it was already afternoon. It’s only three hours before dinner.

While looking around with blank eyes, she blushed when she saw the man, who prepared a meal on a tray. He carried the meal to bed, but put it aside first so that he could dress the naked Swan.

She knew that her cheeks were terribly red right now, and her lips must be swollen and bruised, so she yelped slightly when she touched it.

“I think I should put some ointment…”

“It’s okay.”

“Can your ointment be used for your lips and your private parts?”

He asked this as he searched the drawers and took out the ointment. Flustered, Swan nodded roughly and reached for it. But the man didn’t hand it to her.

“I-I’ll do it…”

She wouldn’t be able to keep herself calm if he touched her once more. So whether it was her lips… or her private parts… She was sure that her heart would explode. She was overwhelmed just by seeing him bring her meal to her on a tray like this, but if he got more intimate…

“I was the one who inflicted these bruises, so I’ll treat them.”

“But…”

“Lay down.”

Swan blinked. The man stared at her and spoke again.

“I’ve seen it all anyway, haven’t I?”

“Well, still…”

“I didn’t just see it. I’m responsible for it, and now you’re sore.”

Swan looked up with a thoroughly flushed face. But he looked more indifferent than she expected. The tone of his voice was so matter-of-fact that it was heartbreaking how much he expressed that this was just something he had to do.

Swan’s heart, which had been full just a moment ago, began to sink. The rough look behind his eyes stared sharply at her, and her heart stopped beating in excitement. At his lukewarm gaze, Swan laid down without another word.

His large hands swept away her skirt and revealed her secret place. The area around her entrance, where he had buried himself deep the night before, was either red or starting to form bruises. He rubbed his index finger with the ointment against her, and her skin trembled. Her breath became heavy again.

He looked at the woman who was clenching the blanket with her fist. When their gazes met for a split-second, she hurriedly looked up at the ceiling. The man stared at the place between her legs, which had been spread wide like a frog, and saw a persistently tight hole. After swallowing to wet his dry throat, he slowly rubbed the outside of her entrance.

The woman’s eyes closed when he touched her. The freckles on her nose reddened with a blush. He removed his hand from her and looked at her, then touched his stiff pillar.

“Show me your breasts.”

“…”

The woman, who averted her gaze, looked back at him as she trembled. She was an innocent woman. He grabbed his member that had stretched his pants like a tent earlier before he pulled them down. It was smooth, erect, almost touching his navel.

The way she looked at him was so innocent. Her ears quickly became hot when she saw how he licked his lips.

Green, hazy eyes entangled with an unknown emotion. She was frozen where she was. That was the length that was in her last night. Her lips trembled as she removed her top.

He touched the fluids that already flowed out of him and stroked himself, up and down the long column. Slowly, leisurely, he watched as her nipples hardened on her swollen chest. His mouth was dry as he turned his gaze below.

It was the entrance that had been almost torn apart from being thrusted and penetrated into… His mouth burned with thirst. He remembered the drops of blood on the blanket, the trace that he had left on her. Then, her breasts grabbed his attention completely.

His length slowly got stiffer again. He lifted up his gaze and focused on her chest. His gaze was hot with a burning desire. He looked at the woman, then spoke.

“Come closer.”

The woman looked up at him with panicked eyes. He touched his t*sticles as he met her gaze. The alarmed, hazy-eyed woman came down from the bed and approached him on her knees. The urge was driving him crazy.

“Your chest.”

“H-How…?”

“Put it in between your chest.”

The woman was filled with hesitation, but the man felt like he had an obedient puppy at his feet. Such a pretty, innocent puppy.

“L-Like this?”

The woman’s breasts were like melons, as if they had been newly harvested from the field, but her mounds were full and soft. The woman, who had guided the man’s hardened length between her warm breasts, looked up at him and stared as if she was waiting for a compliment.

Instead of patting her on the head, he nodded and pinched her nipples.

“Shake it. Back and forth.”

“Y-Yes.”

The woman stammered and held her breasts, then began to rock back and forth with his manhood between them. His tight friction created by her plump breasts made his toes curl.

“Huu…”

The sensation clouded his mind, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Her clumsy movements weren’t enough. The woman breathed heavily with her red lips open. As he stroked her long strawberry blond hair, he said—

“Open your mouth.”