SOTBW - 139

Najane’s body was as cold as if she had fallen into ice water. Maximón finished taking off his pants and lay on top of Najane. When she felt his rough, warm hand slowly stroking her numb thighs, Najane swallowed hard. The rough, hot hand quickly aroused Najane.

They kissed again. While kissing Najane, Maximón gently raised his thick waist and knelt. Najane’s legs went up onto his thick, muscular thighs. Rough fingers carefully stroked Najane’s most sensitive spot.

Najane moaned softly as she kissed Maximón. A thick finger parted the thick flesh covering the entrance and entered inside. The inside of her body was slick and wet, as if it was always ready to receive Maximón.

Maximón slowly pushed two fingers in until the opened hole became tight. Her vulva quickly opened to its limit. Inside, there was still the semen from when Maximón had held Najane and ejaculated at dusk.

He gently scraped out the semen with his fingertips and rubbed her deep inside. Najane quickly responded when he touched her favorite spot. Najane moaned softly and clenched her thighs. Maximón licked Najane’s lips with his tongue and moved his fingers roughly. Fluid flowed down her smooth, sticky vaginal walls.

He felt pleasure as he looked at Najane, who was panting. Her lips, which were widened to suppress her moans and then barely closed, were so small and lovely. He couldn’t believe that he had heard the words “I love you” from those lips just a moment ago. It was what Maximón had wanted to hear his entire life.

“Najane, do you love me?”

He asked, rubbing his nose against Najane’s chest, which was slowly becoming warmer.

Najane nodded.

“…I love you.”

At those heated words, Maximón couldn’t suppress his passion, even though he knew he should warm Najane’s body a little more, and thrust his stiff, erect flesh into her barely opened vulva. As the thick, long member entered in an instant, Najane’s lower abdomen heaved.

Maximón filled the red, opened hole completely. Maximón, exhaling a hot breath, looked down at Najane. Najane endured, straining so hard that the muscles in her calves stood out. The member that had penetrated deep inside seemed too much for her.

He felt sorry for her gesture and kissed her reddened knees, then saw Najane biting her lip. Maximón rubbed her small, soft lip with his thumb and then put his finger inside her mouth. As he pressed her tongue with his finger to prevent her from biting any further and thrust his member upwards, she moved her forcibly opened mouth.

When he saw her straining her jaw to avoid biting his finger, Maximón deliberately thrust his hips hard. As he inserted his member with a thud at their meeting point, Najane’s fangs touched his finger and then quickly moved away.

“You can bite me.”

Maximón, who was holding onto the headboard and moving his hips so that the bed rattled, whispered sweetly, like giving candy to a crying child. After only a few thrusts, fluid flowed down his member. Maximón quickly looked down at his wet lower body and then smiled, pressing down on Najane’s molars.

“Bite me, Najane.”

Hesitation was evident in Najane’s trembling breaths.

“I’ll show you what color my blood is. Go ahead.”

Maximón moved his hips forward, inserting one finger into Najane’s mouth. As he thrust his member deeply, so that his testicles rubbed against her perineum, Najane, unable to withstand the pleasure, bit Maximón’s finger hard.

He felt the soft flesh under his fingernail being ruthlessly chewed by her teeth. He continued to move his hips and pulled Najane’s jaw downwards. Blue drops of blood were stained in her mouth, which was filled with saliva like a well. Maximón felt an unknown sense of conquest as he saw Najane’s bright red tongue becoming mottled with blue.

Najane, unable to come to her senses from the movement of his member deeply thrusting and then pulling out, breathed heavily. Maximón violently forced himself into Najane’s body, which was full of life force, and then touched her tongue again with his finger, which was stained with blue drops of blood.

“Did you see what color my blood is?”

Maximón, who had paused his movements for a moment, asked gently. Najane swallowed the saliva she was holding and shook her head. He smiled.

If no one but me is left by your side, you will know what color my blood is.

Maximón bit his own tongue and then kissed Najane. Najane continued to drink the blood that flowed into her mouth. The blue blood was cold and fishy, but she was so intoxicated with pleasure that she didn’t even know what she was swallowing.

Then, Maximón, who had thrust his member in with all his might, bit down on Najane’s tongue. Red blood welled up from her bitten tongue. She moaned and trembled. Maximón rubbed Najane’s clit hard so that she would forget the pain. His member, which had been ruthlessly moving in and out of her small opening, had become completely white.

Najane moaned, struggling with the sensation stimulating her below her navel. Somewhere inside her body, where Maximón was moving in and out, there was a water balloon that would soon burst. The balloon was so thin and fragile that water would drip out even if he touched it lightly.

Najane, whose face was already wet with tears, kissed Maximón. How many times had she cried in her life? Had she ever cried from happiness? Had she ever cried for herself? Najane wrapped her arms around Maximón’s neck and intertwined her tongue with his. The more she rubbed the warm flesh together, the more the pleasure intensified.

She didn’t want to think about anything anymore.

She wanted to forget everything.

Looking back, Najane had never wielded a sword for herself. She had always swung it to protect others. She was taught that she had to, and she believed it was right.

Najane, who was embracing the large back like a lifeline, closed her eyes and groaned painfully. As Maximón filled her deeply and then receded like a tide, a need to urinate surged. Gripping Najane’s pelvis, he thrust his manhood hard, as if determined to break her.

She felt like her body would break if this continued. Yet, Najane didn’t let go of Maximón. Rather, she wrapped her legs around his waist and endured. She embraced him as if hanging on a cross abandoned in the wilderness long ago. The area in front of the cross, where people had left, was desolate, but it was Najane’s only refuge.

If Najane couldn’t wield a sword to protect herself, Maximón would wield it. Najane loves Maximón. Even if the sword he wielded to protect Najane brought misfortune or even death to someone.

“…Maximón, do you love me?”

Najane asked, caressing Maximón’s cheek.

“I love you.”

Maximón didn’t hesitate to answer. Najane smiled as if she was about to cry. At that moment, Maximón pulled out his manhood and turned Najane’s body over. She stumbled but raised her hips. As he entered her again, the wet opening, sticky with fluids, throbbed pleasantly.

“Huu….”

He thrust his hips up. Najane closed her eyes and focused on her lower abdomen. Maximón, putting his hand down, touched her clit gently. She didn’t want to climax so quickly, so she urgently grabbed Maximón’s hand, but it was no use.

As Maximón began to thrust, her small body was pushed forward. As the strength left her supporting arm, Najane collapsed helplessly. Kneeling down, Najane grabbed the headboard and groaned as if wailing.

Each time his manhood penetrated her vulva, her slender waist convulsed. Maximón thrust his body up as if to break her delicate opening, then embraced Najane’s body. As he squeezed her soft breasts tightly and pressed his entire body against hers, Najane stretched out both legs.

Najane was used to being penetrated by Maximón in a helpless state. Her vulva, yielding to the pressing force, twitched weakly. Each time his manhood was pulled out, white fluids flowed sticky. As if she had already reached her climax, the walls of her vagina rapidly repeated contraction and relaxation.

But Maximón didn’t care about that and endlessly poked into her opening. As she reached her physical limit, Najane made a strained sound. She could have told him to stop, but Najane endured to the end. In Maximón’s eyes, she was very lovely.

Rough pleasure, like being unilaterally beaten, dominated Najane’s body. It was something she couldn’t endure or withstand. Reaching another climax, Najane struggled and put strength into her thighs. It was such a great pleasure that her whole body convulsed. Najane curled her toes until they turned white and let out a long breath.

“…Maximón… Maximón, please….”

Maximón knew what Najane was begging for. Pulling his hips back, Maximón turned Najane’s body. Exhausted, Najane was swayed as he wished. Spreading her slender legs wide, Maximón pressed his lips to her vulva, which was a mess with fluids.

As he touched her hard, erect clit with his tongue, Najane’s waist heaved. Najane made a crying sound and curled her thighs. Maximón forcibly spread Najane’s legs and meticulously caressed her sensitive spot. He tickled the surrounding area as if kissing, and as he touched her clit with his teeth, thin fluid flowed from her wide-open opening.

He inserted his fingers into Najane’s vulva so that she wouldn’t feel regret and licked the peak. As he caressed her clit with wet sounds, saliva gathered white around it. Najane groaned and pressed Maximón’s head with both hands. Pleasure that seemed to reach its climax came one after another, making it difficult to breathe.

Maximón buried his face in Najane’s secret place several times and murmured like a drunk person.

“I love you, Najane. I really do…. I love you. I love you, I love you…….”

Maximón, raising his body, kissed Najane and thrust his hips again. As his manhood penetrated her gaping opening, Najane swallowed a scream. Maximón grabbed her chin and kissed her so she couldn’t escape.

Before meeting Najane, he couldn’t remember at all how he had lived, what he liked or disliked. Now, he hated even remembering the past. The sense of stability and fullness that even Edwin couldn’t give warmed Maximón’s heart. Only Najane could give him that feeling…. Maximón finally felt alive.

“Najane, Najane…….”

Maximón bit Najane’s ear and sucked her neck before putting strength into his lower abdomen. He felt like he would ejaculate soon. Najane, sensing that his violently reciprocating manhood had hardened, hugged Maximón and held her breath.

In an instant, Maximón’s thick thigh muscles rose and fell. Unable to overcome the pleasure, Maximón, who had ejaculated, bit his lip to hold back his groans. Maximón, who let out a hot breath, looked at Najane, his chest heaving. Najane pressed her throbbing stomach with her palm and savored the remaining sensation in her body.

The two looked at each other with eyes filled with heat and then smiled slowly. Maximón brushed back Najane’s hair, which was wet with sweat, and hugged her with a smile like an ordinary man, not as a knight commander or an adopted son of the Elgort family.

Najane closed her eyes, holding Maximón’s heavy body. Her body ached as if she had rolled several times on the field, and drowsiness poured in. Gradually, the strength left her hand that had been patting his large back as if she was tired. She was about to fall asleep, pressed down by Maximón, but suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She felt the manhood still embedded in Najane’s body thicken again. Surprised, Najane closed her mouth and stared at Maximón. Maximón met Najane’s eyes with an innocent expression. Najane pushed Maximón’s body away and shook her head.

“No, I have to go back to the field tomorrow… I might die… I’m serious, I’m going to die… I can’t even move now…”

As Najane rambled, Maximón kissed the back of her hand with smacking sounds.

“I always tell you. You don’t have to do anything. Just lie face down.”

Maximón whispered the terrible words gently and lightly turned Najane’s body over. Flustered, Najane struggled with her arms and legs to avoid being pinned down by Maximón.

“Ah, no, wait a minute…! Ma, Maximón! This isn’t going to work just by saying that….”

“I love you.”

“Huuut….”

Maximón, who confessed cunningly, entered her body. Najane couldn’t win against those words. The thick, long intruder leisurely parted her cream-soft vulva. Even just entering, her vaginal walls unconsciously contracted and enveloped his manhood. Najane hugged the pillow and groaned softly.

Maximón, who was holding Najane from behind, said in a voice calmed with excitement.

“I’ll do the work, so you just lie still.”