SOTBW - 2

She gently lifted Maximón’s chin, who was caressing her chest and lower abdomen. Perhaps it was due to the morning sunlight streaming through the thin curtains, but his dark green eyes seemed to shine brightly for a moment. Najane carefully pulled Maximón closer and, for the first time, affectionately kissed his temple. It was just a simple kiss.

However, as if Najane’s tender gesture had fueled his impatience, Maximón, who had continued his caresses, suddenly and roughly pulled off her pants. The hand pulling down her pants was swift and urgent. As if fitting a piece into a slot, Maximón placed his thick waist between her surprisingly slender thighs, unbelievable for a knight.

Through her wet panties, she could see Maximón’s cock frighteningly erect. It looked as if the taut seams would burst any minute.

“Lift your hips.”

Maximón’s voice, looking down at Najane, was husky. Najane obediently lifted her body. Hot, hard fingers explored her body. Maximón gently stroked her thin panties. Every time he rubbed the transparently wet part, Najane’s hips twitched.

She knew how intense the pleasure Maximón would bring would be. Imagining his large, swollen cock penetrating her, she instantly felt a throbbing down below. It was just an imagination, but fluid flowed freely as if they had already had sex several times. Najane no longer felt any shame.

Excited, Najane closed her legs, trying to quickly take off her panties. Then, Maximón swiftly pulled her underwear down to her knees and lifted Najane’s thighs high.

“Wait, not yet…”

Najane pleaded as her lower body was instantly exposed.

But Maximón was resolute.

“Not anymore.”

“Ah, Maximón, wait, ah…!”

Najane moaned softly. Fingers that had traversed battlefields carelessly rubbed between her legs. The clean area was soft and the skin exceptionally smooth, so much so that the softness of the flesh was visually discernible. It also smelled fragrant after her shower. Najane relaxed her pelvis and instinctively held onto her thighs.

The more Maximón stroked and explored between her legs, the more squelching sounds arose from below. Soothing her sensitive vulva, he lightly rubbed her clit with his thumb. The round, protruding clit was the smallest but most sensitive part of Najane’s body.

Unable to withstand the intense pleasure, Najane, who had been twisting her hips, lost her grip on her thighs. Maximón roughly hooked one of Najane’s legs over his shoulder with his thick arm. Then, he inserted two fingers between her legs.

“Ah, Commander, Commande…”

“Maximón.”

Maximón said firmly.

“I told you to call me Maximón, not Commander, when our bodies are intertwined.”

Maximón whispered as if speaking to a beast that didn’t understand, kissed Najane’s slender leg, and gently moved his fingers back and forth. Her body, soaked with fluid, was hot and damp. As the rough fingertips, typical of a swordsman, rubbed her intimate place, Najane’s hips trembled. She couldn’t keep her body still, as if she had immediately reached climax. Every nerve gladly welcomed Maximón’s intrusion.

Najane held onto the pillow with both hands, suppressing her moans. Maximón deliberately spread his fingers apart, exploring inside her. Every time his fingertips deeply rubbed her wet interior, she gasped for breath. As she kept exerting force on her toes to suppress her screams, her calves, overworked from the all-day battle, felt numb.

Fluid flowed incessantly, and her buttocks were wet, as if she were sitting in a puddle of water. Najane, tilting her head back and arching her back, moaned softly. She felt good. Maximón knew exactly what Najane’s weaknesses were.

Then, her raised thigh was lowered. Only then did Najane breathe a sigh of relief and look at Maximón with hazy eyes. Maximón slowly pulled out the fingers he had deeply inserted into Najane’s body. Stringy fluid clung to the fingers that emerged from between her legs.

Seeing that sight, Najane’s face flushed. He stuck out his tongue and licked his wet fingers as if savoring honey. His movements as he loosened his belt and took off his pants were uncharacteristically unhurried. Bending down, Maximón pulled Najane’s thighs towards him with both arms.

“I’ll give you more foreplay next time.”

Maximón whispered, rubbing his nose against Najane’s ear. Najane was about to nod when she felt a hasty intrusion and tightly closed her eyes. She suddenly felt a piercing pain in her shoulders and heart.

Maximón grabbed Najane’s slender waist, which he could easily encircle with both hands, and thrust into her like a charging bison. Najane, swallowing her scream, pulled the blanket up and buried her face in it. He moved frantically, like a racehorse repeatedly struck with a whip.

After only a few thrusts, there was a squelching sound each time Maximón withdrew. It made a vulgar noise each time he penetrated deep into Najane’s body and withdrew, like gleefully stomping around in soaking wet shoes.

Najane couldn’t hold back her screams. Her back was arched like a bow, and beads of sweat were already running down her body.

Najane’s underwear, which had been pushed down to her ankles, finally fell to the floor. Maximón lowered his waist and kissed her deeply. Her tongue, from moaning so much, was pitifully dry.

Maximón unhesitatingly licked Najane’s lips and tongue, like a mother bird giving life-giving water. Their tongues intertwined, and moans rumbled from deep within their throats.

The nape of her neck, covered in fine hairs, was slick with sweat. He bit her white, soft nape like a predator, groaning softly. He felt as if his entire body would explode with excitement. Each forceful thrust caused the heated, aroused membranes to tightly grip Maximón, refusing to let go.

Each time he pulled his hips back, the soft, hot flesh clung to his darkly swollen member. Najane cried as if she were about to lose her breath. She felt like she was going insane. Where his cock rubbed, fluids gathered and gurgled before gradually turning white. She was nearing climax.

Overwhelmed by the rushing pleasure, Najane lost control of her body and pushed her hips back. Maximón didn’t miss the opportunity and flipped Najane over. Like being swept away by a wave, she lay face down, powerless. Though this was her first experience, Najane instinctively knew. This wasn’t the end.

She quickly raised her knees and lay flat on her stomach. Low, rapid breathing could be heard from behind her ear. Najane barely managed to lift herself up on her elbows and turned her head slightly. She saw Maximón, his forehead wet with sweat.

He was like a beast driven mad by lust, having lost his reason. Honestly, Najane liked that side of Maximón. It was the moment when he, who was always calm and aloof, became most human and honest. And it was all because of her, and no one else…

“Najane.”

Maximón’s voice was hoarse. Najane reflexively turned back at the sound of her name. A thick, strong arm wrapped firmly around Najane’s chest and pulled her body back forcefully. The moment her supple back arched, Maximón entered her again through the opened space.

Just as she was about to scream, Maximón kissed Najane. Moans were muffled between their tongues. From behind where they were joined, thudding sounds could be heard. Maximón kissed and licked every place his lips could reach—her lips, jaw, ears, nape…leaving no spot untouched.

He roughly squeezed her swaying breasts with the arm that encircled her, and pinched her nipples every time she tried to lie down. Najane clung to Maximón, endlessly swaying. Leaning on Maximón’s body felt most comfortable, but the more she did, the deeper his cock entered.

With her trapped in his embrace, Maximón thrusted from below dozens of times. The bed sheets instantly became disheveled.

Then, Najane, her strength depleted, staggered. Maximón obediently released the arms that had been restraining her. Najane collapsed onto the bed. Her lips, glistening from repeated kisses, were parted as she gasped for breath.

Maximón smoothly withdrew from Najane’s body. Then, he pressed his firm chest against her back as she lay motionless on the bed. Najane didn’t even have time to close her thighs. As if he was still not satisfied, Maximón braced himself on the bed and once again aligned his body with her yielding opening.

“Ah…”

Najane moaned in a hoarse voice. Even though she was lying face down, the fluids flowed like lubricant, guiding Maximón to her depths. Her chest tight with pleasure, she raised her upper body to take deep breaths.

But Maximón tightly embraced Najane’s shoulders and rubbed his body against hers. As the heated flesh stimulated the inside of her body, which felt as if it would explode with just a little more prodding, another scream escaped her lips.

It felt good. She didn’t care if she went mad like this. She was so satisfied that her focus gradually blurred. Najane bit her lip, trying to hold on until the end. Then, fingers wet with sweat and fluids rubbed against Najane’s lips.

“Don’t bite.”

Maximón whispered behind her ear. Najane breathed heavily and closed her eyes. This time, it truly was the climax. Maximón turned the dazed Najane over and once again aligned his lower abdomen with hers. As he, who had withdrawn, entered smoothly like a tide, Najane’s legs naturally spread open.

The narrow, cold room was filled with the sound of their breathing. Maximón slowly brushed back Najane’s hair, who had grown tired early on. Najane no longer had the strength to react. But when Maximón moved his hips again, a pleasant moan escaped her lips as if nothing had happened.

She embraced Maximón’s neck and pressed her stomach against his. From their intertwined lower bodies, there was now a smacking sound. His rough, almost breathless gasps further excited Najane.

Najane pulled Maximón closer and kissed him. Saliva softly mingled in each other’s mouths. Suddenly, he thrust his cock into Najane’s vagina with tremendous force. Startled, Najane let go of the blanket she was clutching in her hands and tilted her head back.

From below, where they were joined and had been making squelching noises, a ticklish, hot pleasure rapidly surged. Her vision turning white, she gasped for breath at the overwhelming pleasure that came like a wave of pain. Maximón breathed heavily like someone who had run a long distance, then leaned against Najane. The joined area tingled.

Maximón held her in his arms until his breathing calmed down, then quietly, as if nothing had happened, got up. There were no words. He simply put on the clothes that had fallen to the floor and prepared to leave, like someone who had finished their business.

Najane lay limply on the bed, staring at Maximón as he opened the door and left. Her pelvis felt like it was about to shatter. Just a moment ago, she had felt incredibly happy, but now, watching him ready to leave, a chill gradually spread through her chest.

“Commander.”

Najane raised herself up and called out to Maximón. Maximón, who was about to close the door, looked at Najane. Maximón’s eyes were as cold as usual.

“…If you don’t mind, please wake me up in the evening.”

Najane wanted to say something else, but at that moment, she unknowingly blurted out a strange request. Maximón stared intently at Najane, then closed the door without replying.

Thump. The flames in the fireplace flickered as the door slammed shut. Najane stared at the curtain swaying in the draft, then collapsed weakly onto the bed.

People didn’t know. That Maximón and Najane were in this kind of relationship. Perhaps they couldn’t tell anyone.

As the afterglow of pleasure faded, loneliness rushed in like a typhoon. Najane couldn’t understand herself for having held onto Maximón a moment ago. Why did she do that? As Najane pondered Maximón’s expression and gaze, she closed her eyes as if she didn’t want to think about it anymore, overcome with an inexplicable sadness.

How did it come to this?

To explain how she and Maximón had ended up in this kind of relationship, she had to go back two weeks.