SOTBW - 10

Maximón deliberately ignored the sound. It wasn’t enough yet. To know whether this was genuine lust or a distorted appetite, he needed to delve deeper into Najane’s body.

In his heart, he wanted to devour her gaping vulva, filled with fluids, whole. Imagining the lukewarm and fishy smell of blood made his lower body tingle. Unable to resist, Maximón pressed his face against Najane’s lower body and cupped his cock with his palm, rubbing it up and down.

He wanted to focus more on between Najane’s legs. This was a very sweet but easily broken paradise. Maximón used his tongue to explore between her labia and sucked on the sensitively aroused membranes. Najane, feeling pain beyond pleasure, tightened her thighs forcefully.

However, Maximón didn’t care. Rather, he violently grabbed her trembling thighs and spread them further, sucking on Najane’s crevices even more strongly and fiercely. Unlike what he had expected, her fluids were thin and tasteless. But thanks to tasting them thoroughly, he barely caught a faint scent. It was a soft body odor that could only be smelled from soft, tender skin.

Maximón became obsessed with it. If he caressed her smooth inner flesh more deeply, it felt like sweet juice would come out. The warm taste and scent of a woman’s body that he felt for the first time made it seem possible.

“…This isn’t bad either.”

Maximón murmured in a hoarse voice. Najane couldn’t move, but she barely managed to raise her hips. Right now, Maximón was nibbling on her clit like a puppy growing its teeth. She hadn’t forgotten that he had bitten her nipple forcefully a moment ago. If he bit her there, she might really go crazy.

The inside of her thighs trembled, but Najane barely looked down at Maximón. Between her legs, which were indecently spread open, she could see Maximón’s forehead. Feeling her gaze, Maximón gently lifted his chin and looked at Najane. Maximón stared straight at her and noisily sucked her vulva.

Najane trembled incessantly at the sensation that surged up her lower abdomen again. As the sensation of pleasure enveloped her entire body, she became breathless. She could feel Maximón’s hot lips on her parted crevices. The sensation of Maximón licking her membranes, which were powerless against the stimulation, and poking her vaginal opening with his tongue was explicit.

Maximón drank more of the fluids that Najane was pouring out and then raised his body. Najane lay sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily. Her chest, swollen red with bite marks, heaved greatly. Maximón cleanly wiped the moisture from around his mouth with his tongue and looked down at Najane.

This was the limit. His cock felt like it would burst soon. If he entered Najane like this, he might ejaculate right away without any foreplay. This was also the first time Maximón had been this aroused since the first time he had killed a human.

Maximón reached out his wet hand and caressed Najane’s lips. He simply wanted to do that. Looking at the panting Najane, he strangely felt like he had to.

As he rubbed her plump lower lip with his thumb, Najane opened her mouth slightly. The red tongue inside her mouth stimulated Maximón. Maximón wrapped his arms around Najane’s thighs, pulled her closer, and showered her with kisses again.

Both instinctively realized. That all preparations were complete.

Maximón took a deep breath and aimed his cock at her opening. As the different thicknesses of their thighs interlocked, his blunt glans naturally touched her moist vulva. Thanks to him greedily sucking at her opening, it was slightly open.

Najane, anticipating the joining, embraced Maximón’s neck. Najane stroked his rock-like back and tightly closed her mouth. A faint tremor traveled through Najane’s arms and reached his shoulders.

At that moment, Maximón felt an inexplicable sense of pathos and tenderness towards Najane. It was the first time he had ever felt such a way toward anyone. Seeing her tremble weakly like a newborn animal, yet stiffening her body to avoid running away, was both heartbreaking and pitiful.

Protecting someone was easy, but he didn’t know how to treat someone with tenderness. Kindness was too difficult. How was one supposed to learn such a thing?

Maximón knew nothing. Just thinking about it felt overwhelming and distant. Sometimes, he felt a strange, poignant emotion when watching children grow, but he quickly forgot about it. When emotions piled up, he felt suffocated and distressed, so he abandoned them all. It was more comfortable to be alone.

Just before the two bodies became one, Maximón looked down at Najane with an inscrutable gaze. Najane, wondering why nothing was happening, lifted her head. A lingering gaze intertwined with hers from close range. As if she had been waiting for him to look at her, she quietly smiled. It was a lonely smile.

“…Ah!”

Najane suddenly moaned and tightly closed her eyes. Without a word, Maximón thrust his cock into her vulva. Najane’s vagina was still narrow and not soft.

Maximón spread her thighs a little further and pushed his hips. His cock hadn’t even entered halfway. He gritted his teeth and entered, crushing the tight passage. Najane couldn’t even breathe from the unrelenting pain. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and continuously swallowed breaths.

Tears streamed down her closed eyelids. Maximón wiped her cheeks roughly. It seemed like he was wiping them away carelessly because he didn’t want to see her crying face, but his true feelings were different, as he soon caressed the wet areas as if soothing a child.

He traced her tears with his fingertips, wiped them away with his fingers, and finally cupped her thin cheeks carefully with his palms, as if embracing a fragile bird. He quickly withdrew his hands as if he felt awkward even to himself, but Najane didn’t hesitate and grabbed Maximón’s hand. It was an act of courage for Najane.

But Maximón shook off Najane’s hand. His dark red eyes twisted sadly with a lukewarm feeling of disappointment. So that Najane wouldn’t dwell on such emotions, he pulled his hips out in one swift motion and then inserted himself with all his might. Najane let out a sharp scream.

Najane pulled her rejected hand towards her chest and surged like a wave beneath Maximón. His stiff cock repeatedly invaded close to her uterus and then withdrew. It hurt. It felt as if her vulva and inner walls were being savagely chewed by his cock.

She only cried without feeling any pleasure. Even amidst that, the rough inner flesh shamelessly clung to his cock, refusing to let Maximón go.

Maximón tightly gripped Najane’s pelvis and pulled his hips back before thrusting in quickly. The burning vaginal membrane squeezed his cock as if it would cut it off. Every time he inserted his cock to the root, the sound of skin rubbing stimulated his eardrums. Maximón breathed rapidly and lowered his hips. Their two clinging lower bodies were messy with white fluids and blood.

The smell of blood…. Maximón threw his head back violently, his Adam’s apple protruding. He saw the ceiling with traces of rainwater. His head was dizzy. Hunger started from his solar plexus. Perhaps because he had postponed eating for a long time, his instincts stirred at the blood that Najane had shed.

Maximón nervously chewed his lower lip and violently rubbed Najane’s clit with his thumb. He needed Najane’s scent. For him not to lose his reason here, Najane had to cry more.

“Ah! Ah, hng, hng!”

As he twisted the protruding bud like a fruit, Najane, as expected, began to shed fluids again. Maximón embraced Najane’s back and buried his face in her sweat-soaked neck. As he took a deep breath, the sour smell of sweat and a faint body odor rushed into his nose.

It was good. He was so satisfied that he almost wanted to roar like a four-legged beast. Did a woman’s body originally boast such a fantastic taste? In fact, Maximón didn’t really know. This was also Maximón’s first time embracing a woman.

The obscene and vulgar sound of friction filled the small room. Maximón stood on his tiptoes and pressed his body even closer to Najane’s. Najane forgot that she was lying in the knights’ quarters and cried out loudly. The skin where the fluids touched trembled.

It seemed Najane was no longer in pain either. Before long, Najane also began to emit rapid, passionate moans instead of cries.

Each time the swollen cock moved back and forth deep inside her vagina, a vulgar squelching sound was produced. It felt like he had thrust countless times, but Najane’s vaginal walls still resisted Maximón’s movements. The way her opening tightened as if to push Maximón away each time he thrust in was proof of this.

When he forcefully pulled out of her tightly contracting inner walls and then inserted his cock inside again, the sticky flesh clung to him as if it had never left. Every time he went deeper, brushing against the sticky inner membranes, chills ran down the back of his neck. The countless repetitions of the thrilling sensation gradually drove Maximón crazy.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from outside. It was the bell from the watchtower. Najane looked with hazy eyes at the window where the curtains were heavily drawn. Wondering what the commotion was, she raised her upper body, but Maximón swallowed Najane’s lips in a kiss.

His cock was still inside her. The wide-open opening tightened on its own and then gave up trying to resist, simply allowing the intruder to come and go freely.

Maximón bit Najane’s lower lip and thrust his hips rapidly. It seemed he was finally about to ejaculate. The force of his thrusts was so strong that her chest heaved greatly. Najane clung tightly to Maximón and panted.

In an instant, Maximón thrust his cock forcefully to the root. The ejaculated semen trickled out along the edge of their joined genitals. He seemed to have ejaculated quickly because he was bothered by the bell ringing outside. Maximón, as if not satisfied, rubbed his hips for a moment and then pulled his body out. White semen hung like a thread from the tip of his cock.

But Najane thought it was a great relief that it ended around here. Her perineum was numb because Maximón had continued to rub her lower body. Honestly, at first, she wanted to die from the pain, and then it felt good. She still felt like someone was touching her clit, and it felt like she would reach another climax if she just crossed her legs a little.

Maximón got up as he was and drew back the curtains, looking out the window. Najane barely managed to raise her heavy body and picked up the clothes that had fallen to the floor. She was exhausted and wanted to fall asleep right away, but she needed to know what had happened outside. Maximón, listening to the regularly ringing bell, turned around with an annoyed face. There were more torches on the double-layered fortress walls than before. It seemed that Serith had climbed over the wall again.

He hurriedly changed his clothes and prepared to go out. Najane was also curious about the situation outside, but she couldn’t easily talk to Maximón. Even though they had just been intimate, she felt a clear distance between them. Maximón, putting his sword on his waist, didn’t even look at where Najane was standing. He completely treated Najane as if she were not there.

At the cold treatment, Najane suddenly felt lonely. The good feeling from a moment ago disappeared like a mirage, leaving only loneliness and awkwardness. Najane silently stroked her forearm, trying to calm those emotions.

At that moment, she felt something flowing down her legs. Carefully wiping between her thighs, she felt a sticky liquid. It was blood and semen. She was flustered. She suddenly felt isolated from the world, as if she alone had gotten lost.

She felt a sudden surge of emotion for no reason, but she deliberately stared at Maximón with a nonchalant expression. Maximón moved busily by himself and then belatedly turned back to Najane. It was a meaningless glance. As if he were looking at an object. An object that didn’t necessarily need to be here.

Najane, as if to resist that gaze, tightly grabbed her own forearm and stared at Maximón. From the beginning, it was a relationship established to undo a curse. She naturally didn’t expect affection. But she kept getting hurt by Maximón’s gaze. Why that was, Najane herself didn’t know.

Maximón looked at Najane, who was on the verge of exhaustion, and then left the room without a word. As the door slammed shut, Najane’s heart sank for no reason.

The depressing sensation that pressed down on her whole body felt unfamiliar. Perhaps it was because the room was small and dark that she was more dominated by gloomy feelings. Or perhaps it was because she felt resentful of Maximón, who had left the bedroom as soon as their encounter was over.

Najane also did not know where this sorrowful feeling was coming from. Although Najane was alone in the unfamiliar room, she tried hard to maintain a calm expression so as not to break down. Somehow, that seemed to be the only way to protect herself.