SOTBW - 26

Maximón took Najane’s hand and left the shop. Najane was pulled along by him without any resistance. Her flushed face showed no signs of calming down. He had become erect the moment she kissed him.

As if it had to be her…

Najane, replaying his gaze in her mind, blushed again. The place she was taken to was a shabby inn where the black market merchants stayed for the night. The low ceiling creaked and shook heavily every time the people upstairs moved, revealing how old the building was.

Maximón paid the owner seven lirangs and received a key. The reason he was renting a room was obvious. Najane’s ears heated up again with embarrassment.

Maximón pulled Najane’s wrist and went up the creaking stairs. She obediently followed Maximón. Her heart was beating fast.

As soon as the door closed, Najane’s body was pushed against the wall. He trapped Najane in his arms and kissed her roughly. His tongue entered her mouth impatiently.

Najane’s trembling hands caressed Maximón’s cheek. He twisted his head, sucking on Najane’s lips, then wrapped his vine-like tongue around the round flesh inside her mouth.

Najane accepted Maximón without resisting. The feeling of being kissed as if he were stealing even her small breaths drove Najane crazy. They rubbed their lips together like affectionate lovers, then looked at each other and intertwined their tongues again.

As their breathing grew rougher, a ticklish sensation rose from below their navels. Maximón held Najane’s wrists tightly so she couldn’t escape, kissing her. He watched her panting in front of him.

Najane followed Maximón’s kiss clumsily but faithfully, and even acted proactively, as if to be compensated for her recent heartache.

Maximón found such Najane lovely. So he wanted to satisfy her no matter what. If he saw her clinging to someone else like this, he might gouge out his own eyes.

No. Then he wouldn’t be able to see Najane again. He didn’t want that. Yes, he’d rather kill that bastard. He’d cut off his limbs and leave him with only one eye, forcing him to watch from the corner as he embraced Najane, making him regret being born as a human. And thus, he would make that man realize that only he could please Najane.

Maximón lifted Najane, who was kissing him, into his arms. She continued to kiss him, her arms wrapped around his neck. He could kiss her forever.

If Najane was thirsty, he would give her his blood, and if she was hungry, he would cut off his flesh and feed her.

He wished that everything that made up Najane Schnicks, her gaze, expression, voice, gestures, and even her tears, originated from him.

Maximón lost his reason and laid Najane on the bed. He tirelessly explored her lips, even while tearing apart the tattered cloak here and there. He showered Najane’s face with kisses.

Every time his lips slid, they caught on the thin scar left by Lukas. At that moment, Maximón vowed again in his heart. He would definitely kill Lukas Elgort, and even if Edwin begged for mercy, he would send that bastard to hell in the most terrible way imaginable.

Kissing her soft eyelids, he pulled Najane’s upper garment up and off. He stroked her body as if touching a newborn puppy. He kissed her until he could no longer feel his lips, then rubbed his nose and lips against her exposed neck and shoulders.

Her heated skin was smoother than any silk. Maximón continued to inhale Najane’s scent. He breathed in as if trying to remember Najane forever, licking her skin and tasting it.

Najane groaned softly as he licked various parts of her body. Maximón barely regained his breath and looked down at her. Najane’s cheeks were flushed. She was beautiful. He gently caressed her flushed cheeks with his fingers.

Najane looked up at Maximón with deep and cozy eyes, then gently bit his finger that was stroking her lips. Maximón smiled. The smile contained an affection that could not be disguised.

He lowered his head and kissed her. The cool kiss slowly moved down along Najane’s jaw and neck, stopping at her chest.

Maximón caressed her breasts like someone who had never suckled at his mother’s breast. He nibbled on her stiffened nipples, then licked them in circles with his tongue, blowing on them as if to tickle her.

As the excited Najane wiggled her hips, he gently but firmly grasped her breasts and sucked on her nipples, making a sound, and sometimes bit the luscious flesh, leaving teeth marks.

He left red marks, caressing every part of her chest so that Najane would not feel any lack. Then, he patted her waist, which had a faint smell of blood, and stared at Najane.

There was a little bloodstain on the bandage wrapped around her side. Instead of saying that she wasn’t in pain and not to worry, Najane brushed back Maximón’s hair.

He looked at Najane’s hand and buried his lips in her palm. He wanted to swear that he would protect her so that she would never be hurt again, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Maximón cursed himself as he kissed her fingers and the back of her hand. Najane giggled softly as if it tickled. Seeing that smile, his complicated and tangled heart felt a little better.

He intertwined his fingers with Najane’s and buried his lips in her flat lower abdomen. Her legs were already wet.

When Maximón rubbed the fleshy part of her thigh with his palm, Najane drew her thighs together as if embarrassed. Instead of forcibly spreading her legs, he kissed her knees and calves.

At his pleading kisses, Najane gently moved one leg to the side. As her thighs, which had been pressed together, slightly separated, the crease where her fluids had seeped out was revealed.

Without hesitation, Maximón licked the spot with his tongue. Najane’s hips twitched. He thrust his tongue as if trying to fill the tightly closed opening with his saliva.

As his long tongue burrowed into the narrow passage, Najane gripped Maximón’s hand tightly. He looked at Najane and continued to probe the fluid-filled opening with his tongue.

As his thick, smooth tongue rubbed against her inner skin, she moaned and shuddered. With one hand, Maximón spread the area around her vulva wide open. Her clit was swollen, showing how aroused she was.

He gently sucked on her clit so as not to hurt Najane. He put the smooth, round protrusion in his mouth and rolled it slowly, causing her to moan as if screaming. Maximón cleanly licked the fluids that had flowed so profusely that they soaked her perineum. Her slender thighs, which could be encircled by both hands, were trembling.

Najane whimpered softly. She could feel the inside of her opening completely wet with Maximón’s saliva and her own fluids. Maximón, who had raised his torso, threw off his clothes.

Looking down at Najane, who was lying on her side, he felt as if he would ejaculate at any moment. He slowly rubbed his large cock, which filled his hand, up and down, causing a slippery fluid to drip from his glans.

Suppressing his excitement, Maximón laid Najane on her back. Najane obediently lay face down on the bed. His words belatedly came to her mind. That he would make her beg on her knees like a dog.

Just as Najane was about to raise her knees, Maximón pressed her buttocks down with his entire body. She could feel his hard cock against her buttocks. Trapped beneath Maximón, she took a deep breath.

The blunt head of his cock parted her labia and slowly penetrated her. Najane hugged the pillow and bit her lip. No matter how many times she had had sex, she never easily adjusted to penetration.

Maximón thrust his cock in all the way to the root and embraced Najane’s chest. He let out a deep sigh and gently nibbled on Najane’s hot earlobe.

“You have to beg me for forgiveness.”

Maximón whispered lowly in a husky voice.

“I’m sor—”

Just as Najane was about to apologize, he covered her mouth with his palm. Maximón pulled back and then thrust hard.

“Ugh!”

With her mouth covered, she swallowed her moan and squeezed her eyes shut. The inside of her opening was slick with fluids, so his thick cock slid in and out without any resistance.

Maximón thrust his cock in quickly, applying force until the muscles of his lower abdomen became clearly defined. Najane’s breath, which she exhaled, felt hot on his palm. He buried his face in Najane’s hair and whispered.

“I’ll keep fucking you until you get on your knees and beg for forgiveness… Even if you beg, it won’t work.”

Every time his cock moved back and forth, a sticky sound followed from inside her opening. Maximón embraced Najane as if he would crush her and buried himself in her body. He pressed down with all his might, as if trying to engrave himself on Najane’s body.

He wanted to leave a mark in a place that no one else could see. He gently removed his palm from her mouth.

Najane moaned every time Maximón thrust his hips deeply. She seemed to have forgotten about apologizing.

He smiled and kissed Najane’s neck. As he penetrated her so deeply that they could hear the sound of their skin hitting each other, her chest trembled as if she was out of breath.

“Najane…”

Maximón called her name and pushed his hips forward. Every time his cock entered, he could feel the still-narrow passage slowly opening.

Najane gripped the pillow tightly and wiggled her hips. She felt so good that she wanted him to stay inside her forever. Maximón repeated the sex in that position and then suddenly pulled his cock out.

She gasped for breath and barely raised her knees. She could feel her opening widened to a shameful extent. At that moment, Maximón pulled Najane’s waist.

Maximón’s touch was careful and gentle. Najane looked at him with hazy eyes, her face flushed. He leaned his back against the wall and sat her on his lap.

She instinctively hugged his neck. His cock re-entered her legs, which were spread wide along his thick thighs. Najane hugged Maximón and wiggled her hips.

The cock settled inside, pushing against her inner flesh, causing a dull ache in her lower abdomen. Najane gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. A rough palm stroked down Najane’s back.

As the fierce flesh filled the narrow passage, she felt a pressing need to urinate. Najane simultaneously wished that Maximón wouldn’t move and that he would thrust into her body until it ached. It was a strange feeling.

As if he had read Najane’s mind, he slowly began to push his lower abdomen upwards. When the tip of his cock poked inside her, a moan different from before escaped her lips.

Maximón brushed back her sweat-drenched hair and kissed her. Every time he thrust his hips, tears streamed down Najane’s face. The flesh that wrapped around his cock… it was proof that Najane was feeling pleasure.

Maximón slipped his hand between her legs and pinched her clit, which was slippery with fluids. She let out a cry and momentarily tightened her grip around his cock. As her opening contracted strongly, Maximón kissed Najane and quickly raised his hips.

The sounds of flesh separating and reconnecting were loud. Her hips, moving up and down, were hot. Najane’s arms gradually tightened. Maximón, realizing that climax was near, laid Najane down on the bed.

Lewd sounds echoed in the poorly ventilated, small, and dark room. He wrapped his hands around her waist and thrust his body hard. Najane, her voice hoarse, bit her lower lip and grabbed Maximón’s wrist.

Najane’s back heaved, and her lower body repeatedly relaxed and contracted. Maximón felt something burst forth from his glans and clenched his teeth. An intense pleasure, so strong that they couldn’t think of anything else, overwhelmed them both simultaneously.

Maximón breathed heavily and buried his face in Najane’s shoulder. Her full breasts continued to rise and fall. Maximón, straightening his back, brushed back his wet hair with both hands.

Najane’s dark red eyes were streaked with tears. He gave a satisfied smile and kissed Najane. And without any warning, he moved his hips again.

Najane, who had been lingering in the afterglow, struggled in confusion, but it was no use. Her body, which had not yet recovered from the pleasure, quickly responded to his hip movements.

Maximón roughly grasped her small buttocks with both hands to prevent her from escaping. The intercourse was only just beginning.