SOTBW - 18

Najane nodded faintly instead of answering. Maximón quickly closed the door and lifted Najane into his arms. At first, he thought Najane’s body was wet with cold sweat, but that wasn’t it. He had a better sense of smell than most people, so he immediately realized it wasn’t the smell of sweat.

Seeing Najane’s heat firsthand was more shocking than he had imagined. As soon as she was laid on the bed, she curled up and sobbed softly. She looked distressed. Najane was probably feeling fear because of her uncontrollable body.

Maximón silently undressed Najane. She didn’t resist. As he pulled her loose top up, her chest, with bluish veins faintly visible beneath her white, thin skin, was revealed.

He rubbed his lips against her skin, which was slick with sweat and as hot as if it had been burned, and took off her pants. Her body was like someone who had fallen into deep water and come out. When he took off her pants and underwear at once, Najane instinctively drew her thighs together.

But between her pressed thighs, he could see the cleft where water was endlessly pouring out. Touching the spot that was thoroughly wet enough for immediate insertion without foreplay, Najane’s hips trembled.

A small crying sound was heard from beside the bed. Maximón quietly looked at Najane.

Najane was crying like a child. He couldn’t tell if she was crying because she couldn’t handle her excited body or because she wanted to escape this situation.

He looked down at Najane. Thanks to the heat, Najane’s eyes were terribly red. For a brief moment, a look of bewilderment crossed Maximón’s face. Looking for a place to rest his gaze, Maximón pressed his palm firmly on her lower abdomen, which kept curling up, and spoke in his usual even, yet not cold, voice.

“Should I call a doctor?”

Najane silently shook her head. Tears continued to flow down her flushed cheeks.

Maximón stroked Najane’s hair. As her tangled hair was neatly swept back in one direction, Najane looked at Maximón. Her gaze was pitiful. He realized for the first time then that he was weak to gazes filled with affection.

Maximón spoke again.

“If you don’t want to, I won’t do anything.”

Maximón lowered his head and kissed Najane’s temple.

“Because on the bed, you are my master.”

“…….”

Najane closed her eyes and moved her lips.

Maximón put his ear close to Najane’s lips.

“...Please, hold me...”

Najane pleaded like someone being strangled. That one word was enough. Maximón closed the curtains and took off his clothes.

Najane’s body was as limp as seaweed floating in the sea, and she spread her legs without resistance to Maximón’s touch. A single finger gently entered her wet opening.

Maximón looked at Najane, savoring the feeling. Her skin, thoroughly wet with fluids and covered in goosebumps, endlessly mouthed Maximón’s finger like a teething puppy. When he rubbed her intimate spot with his fingertip, Najane’s hips bucked.

Fluids flowed ceaselessly. He inserted two more fingers. He wouldn’t have dared to try this normally, but Najane’s body was in a state where it could accept anything.

The fingers that used to wield swords every day rummaged through her body. Najane screamed. But Maximón didn’t act violently. He gauged Najane with gestures that were more careful than ever.

The softly wet passage was as soft as an overripe peach, but it quickly returned to its original shape even when his fingers were moved around.

Maximón licked her clit at the elasticity of her three fingers squeezing tightly. When he rubbed the swollen clit with his tongue, Najane burst into tears like someone in despair.

Perhaps the knights who returned to the barracks might hear this sound. Still, Maximón didn’t stop the foreplay.

He licked around her erect clit and sucked it like a hungry baby. Thin fluid dripped down the fingers that had entered her vagina. He carefully caressed her glistening vulva as if applying oil.

Like a dog returning from a hunt, he continued to drink Najane’s fluids and poked her hole with his fingers as if pulling the water flow to the ground.

Najane gasped for breath as if she was about to pass out. The sound sounded very lovely to Maximón.

Maximón, his mouth completely wet with fluids, took a deep breath. Najane, putting a lot of strength in her buttocks, trembled her back.

He had reached his climax on his own accord. He had reached the peak of pleasure with only foreplay, without penetration, but Najane’s body was still craving intimacy. He wondered how many times Najane could experience it.

Looking down at Najane, Maximón belatedly showered her with kisses. He had forgotten her request. That she wanted to be kissed before sex.

Maximón licked her lips, swollen from being bitten so much, like a beast, and thrust his erect cock into Najane’s inside. The hole accepted Maximón as if it had been open from the start. But as the intruder entered, Najane’s body instinctively stirred.

He pressed down on her whole body to keep her from moving and moved his hips forward. His glans instantly entered the deepest part. Maximón held Najane’s wrists tightly and kissed her. Her moans were muffled by their tongues mixing messily.

Even her usually cold, dark green eyes were distorted with pleasure. After the kiss, Maximón looked down at Najane and exhaled a heated sigh. It felt like inserting his cock, sharpened like it had been cut by a knife, into a warm and soft place.

It felt much better than their first time. Maximón hugged Najane and thrust his hips in at a rapid pace.

A smacking sound came from below. Najane groped Maximón’s shoulders, bumpy with muscles, and floundered in pleasure.

He kissed Najane’s ears and neck, slick with sweat, and breathed heavily. Groans leaked between his teeth. Maximón stared at Najane. Najane closed her eyes and swayed greatly each time Maximón moved.

He moved his hips tirelessly and looked at her face.

Her forehead with beads of sweat, her reddened eyes, her flushed cheeks, her constantly moaning lips, her limp neck...

Maximón stopped thinking and kissed Najane.

He didn’t want to think about anything anymore.

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Maximón opened his eyes around noon. He looked at Najane, who was asleep in his arms, and carefully got out of bed. Najane was completely exhausted and didn’t wake up even when the bed shook greatly.

Maximón was about to leave the room as he was, but he glanced at Najane’s ankle. Several teeth marks, like dots, were embedded in the protruding part of her anklebone. Fortunately, it seemed that the creature that bit Najane was small. If it had been a little bigger, pieces of flesh would have been torn off.

He applied medicine to the wound and wrapped it with a bandage. They had to go back to the field again tonight. Considering they would be fighting all night, it was better to keep the muscles in place with a bandage to prevent pain.

Maximón finished the simple treatment and glanced at Najane. Najane’s expression, deep in sleep, was very peaceful. He felt like pinching her nose to wake her up, but he didn’t do it.

Instead, he reached out and touched her neck and shoulders, her coldly cooled forearms, her slowly rising and falling chest, and her lower abdomen with faintly visible muscles.

Najane’s body was soft and warm. It was the complete opposite of the feeling of the Seriths that Maximón faced on the field every night.

The blood of the Seriths is blue and cold. After fighting fiercely, his limbs, covered in their blood, would cool down.

He had become accustomed to that sensation during his many years at Noctis Fortress. Cold, fishy, and violent.

Maximón looked at Najane with calm eyes. He remembered the blood of the soldiers who had been beheaded and died while fighting the Seriths. Their blood, unlike the Seriths, was red and hot. He had lost more than thirty knights so far.

Now, it wasn’t even sad or painful for someone to die. Perhaps it would be the same even if Najane died. He would be a little confused and regretful, but he would think it was unavoidable and forget her. And he would go looking for a new knight again.

Perhaps he would repeat such things until he died.

But what if he couldn’t forget Najane?

Maximón frowned for a moment. He hated such sentimental feelings. He often lost himself when he was with Najane.

Maximón thought it was because of sex. To put it coldly, he occasionally fell into meaningless thoughts without even realizing it because of sex, which was nothing more than a reproductive act.

Maximón, who had been looking at Najane, got up from his seat. He had a mountain of work to do today as well. Observing the training of incompetent young soldiers, processing the mountain of documents piled up in the commander’s office, and sparring with the knights to keep his body from rusting...

Maximón, who was about to turn the doorknob, stopped in his tracks. He had forgotten to write a reply to Edwin. His dark green eyes showed noticeable embarrassment.

He always wrote a reply immediately on the day he received a letter. His thoughts stopped at the fact that he had forgotten the most important thing.

At that moment, Najane, who was lying in bed, groaned softly and turned over. Her gesture of pulling the blanket up to her shoulders seemed weak. Maximón turned back from leaving the room and put firewood in the fireplace.

He left the room only after the flames in the fireplace were burning brightly. Belshua was standing across the door.

It seemed that Belshua had been waiting for Maximón there for quite a while. Maximón didn’t even know since when. Perhaps it had been since he had shared his body with Najane.

“Where are the other knights?”

“They’re all in the dining hall.”

“You’re later than usual.”

“We were handling the aftermath of the Amberon Order.”

“What happened to them?”

“The commander of the Amberon Order is unharmed, but seven knights have fallen. The damage is severe, so for the time being, the seven orders will take turns guarding the city walls.”

“Anything else to report?”

“Archbishop Gwyneth is returning to the Noctis Fortress.”

“Suddenly?”

“It seems the rumor of a new knight joining the Romsoa Order has already spread.”

Belshua followed Maximón slowly down the hallway, answering his questions.

Maximón paused, deep in thought for a moment, before halting altogether.

“Did you hear?”

Maximón asked briefly as they reached the entrance to the knights’ quarters.

“Yes.”

Belshua replied, as indifferent as ever.

“This matter is secret.”

“How long?”

“Forever.”

“Understood.”

Though Belshua could have asked why Maximón had embraced Najane, she didn’t ask a single question. She seemed to respect his privacy, though on the other hand, it appeared she wasn’t curious at all.

Maximón glanced at Belshua briefly before leaving the quarters. Belshua stepped out into the front yard and looked up at the clear sky before glancing at the floor where Maximón’s room was. If asked to name the sharpest and most sensible knight in the Romsoa Order, everyone would point to Belshua.

That’s why Maximón didn’t press her about why she was standing in front of his door. Perhaps she had come to report about the Amberon Order’s situation or for some other matter.

This trust was based on the assumption that Belshua would never lie.

Standing on the dry dirt path, Belshua stared at the window with the curtains drawn. The window rattled in the wind.

At that moment, a faint smile appeared on Belshua’s face. As if she had known all along that things would turn out this way.