SOTBW - 39

Najane kissed someone passionately. The tongue that entered her mouth was soft and warm. She made small moans, her mouth full of the long, smooth tongue like a snake’s tail.

It was wonderful. So wonderful, she felt like she could die at any moment. The excitement that spread hotly from below made Najane tremble so much from just the kiss that it was pitiful.

Najane no longer had a self. She clung to someone as if she had been born solely to know the joy of pleasure.

No matter how much they kissed, it wasn’t enough. Najane clung to the firm body and whined like a child. She nipped at his lips, not giving him a chance to breathe, their tongues intertwined, begging him to hold her.

She didn’t even know what she was doing. It was purely instinct. An instinct to submit to heat, to mate and become pregnant.

Najane, with her eyes closed, sucked on his tongue. When their lips parted for a moment, the tangled saliva spread like sticky mucus, dripping down her thighs. She groped at his firm, muscular body and then grasped his hand. The thick, long fingers spoke of how rough a life he had lived.

Najane placed his hand between her legs. Before she could even beg to be touched, the rough tips of his fingers, with slightly raised skin, rubbed against her clit. Najane, lifting her hips, whimpered like a bitch. Fluids flowed shamelessly from her already open passage.

He carefully caressed the most sensitive part of Najane’s body and then suddenly twisted it. Najane screamed in surprise. A cool palm stroked her cheek.

Najane hugged him and cried, feeling both sad and wonderful. As she sobbed and buried her face in his shoulder, something caught under her buttocks.

She knew what it was. So, instead of asking him to put it in, she tightly grasped it with her hand. He groaned lowly, taken aback.

Najane rapidly rubbed the hard, erect cock up and down. The pre-ejaculate fluid that flowed from the tip made a squelching sound. Najane gazed at him with eyes stained with tears.

Slightly disheveled black hair from sweat. Ah, he resembled Maximón. Najane kissed his hair.

When she gently pressed the center of the glans with her thumb, his firm back flinched. Najane smiled like a child. She was happy.

As she slid her lips down, she saw his firm, clean forehead and eyebrows. She kissed his eyelids, tightening her grip on his cock. When she pulled back her lips and looked down, she saw dark green eyes flickering with heat.

Najane couldn’t help but think of Maximón again. Maximón Elgort. The most selfish and bad person in the world. A capricious, cruel, and terrible man.

She kissed the person in front of her and cried silently. The more she thought of Maximón, the more her heart ached, and she couldn’t stop crying. Then he kissed Najane’s tear-streaked cheek. The lips that touched and then left her cheek tickled.

“…I’m sorry.”

He whispered and laid Najane on the bed. Najane couldn’t understand why he was apologizing to her. Just as she was about to tell him it was okay, something ruthlessly entered her wet body. Najane let out a small sigh at the thick, foreign sensation.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, wide open. The pounding sounds grew stronger, and she felt better and better. Najane cried out at the pleasure that enveloped her body like hot water. As if he knew her body well, he thrust deeply and then slowly withdrew.

His actions were gentle and steady. It was a gesture that showed he prioritized Najane over his own pleasure. But she felt it wasn’t enough.

She wanted to have sex until her body broke. She felt like this desire wouldn’t be satisfied unless she screamed until her throat was hoarse and had sex so violently that she felt like she would die at any moment.

Najane knelt and prostrated herself before him. And she spread her vulva wide open with both hands. With each entry and exit of his cock, the white, tangled fluids dripped onto the bed. It was something she would never have dared to do normally, but she wasn’t ashamed of anything. Rather, she wanted to satisfy her desires even by doing this.

His member fit Najane perfectly. As if it had entered her body many times. It was perfect, like a masturbation tool made for Najane.

With her fingertips, which were pitifully white, she opened her passage and begged him.

“Please, hard… painfully… huh?”

Najane murmured in a pleading voice to stimulate him. Did it work? Or had he been holding back his own desires from the beginning?

He tightly grasped her firm buttocks with one hand. He rubbed the wrinkles where the fluids had gathered with his thumb and then thrust his cock in without warning.

As he thrust like hammering a nail, Najane’s body shuddered. Najane gripped the pillow tightly and let out a panting sound as if she had been waiting for this moment. The stiff, erect cock scraped against the excited mucous membranes and violently pulled out, then entered again so hard that her back arched.

He moved as Najane wished. Najane felt like she was riding a horse at full gallop. She couldn’t breathe. Whenever she tried to pull her body away from the deeply penetrating cock, he held onto her pelvis and wouldn’t let go.

She couldn’t do anything anymore. All she could do was tremble with each orgasm as he moved. She didn’t even wonder how this had happened or who was holding her until she lost all sensation below.

He faithfully moved as Najane wanted, and then, as if his own climax had come belatedly, he lowered his back and let out a long breath. He tightly grasped Najane’s wrists, which were clutching the sheets, and breathed roughly. The sound reached her ears hotly, and Najane became aroused once more.

As if telling him not to stop like this, she timidly moved her hips back and forth. His cock was still embedded in her passage, filled with semen and fluids. It still wasn’t enough like this. It was only once.

Najane awkwardly stimulated him. He gently grasped her small breasts and lifted his body, which had been leaning on Najane.

He moved his hips again. His cock was still erect. As he swam inside her body, filled with white fluids, Najane groaned in pleasure.

Although the room was chilly because no firewood had been prepared, the area around the two was filled with heat. He continued to have sex until Najane lost consciousness and fell asleep. His own pleasure didn’t matter at all. He maintained his erection like a beast until she was satisfied, and he pushed his whole body against hers until his thigh muscles were about to burst, having sex roughly and persistently.

He didn’t care if someone was eavesdropping on their affair outside the door. Maximón embraced Najane with all his heart, struggling between joy and pain. This misfortune was entirely Maximón’s fault. He hugged her, deeply hating himself.

To shamelessly become erect even though he knew that the cold words he had poured out had deeply hurt Najane. A wretch not even worth a bug. A stupid bastard. A son of a bitch. A fucking bastard.

Maximón, gritting his teeth, hugged Najane’s body and ejaculated again. He felt like he would go crazy because he felt so sorry for and loved Najane, who was trembling all over in his arms.

Maximón felt guilt for the first time as he held Najane’s limp body. He wanted to strangle himself. He couldn’t forgive himself at all.

He put his cock back into Najane’s vulva. As he pushed his body into the still-tight passage, the semen from his previous ejaculations flowed out. When her slender, white thighs became dirty, Maximón briefly pulled back and licked her body. He cleanly licked the thighs where the blood had congealed and carefully wiped the lower abdomen and the folds around the vulva, which had become sticky with the fluids he had ejaculated, with his tongue.

When the tip of his tongue touched her clit, Najane’s limp body twitched. He continued to caress her clit. The red protrusion, dirtied with semen, was more erect than ever and extremely cute. Maximón meticulously sucked on it without thinking it was dirty. Najane’s hips twitched incessantly, perhaps because the rushing pleasure was overwhelming.

Maximón, scraping the semen from inside her passage with his fingers, began to have sex again. He could smell Najane everywhere on his body. He looked down at Najane with unfocused eyes. He was afraid of what would happen after this. If she were to look at him with hateful eyes...

Sunlight poured in under the short curtains, and Najane, wet with sweat, shone golden. Maximón stopped moving his hips and stared at Najane. He felt like his eyes would go blind. He slowly wiped Najane’s forehead with his palm.

As he brushed her hair upwards, she looked at Maximón with vacant eyes. Najane didn’t seem to know who was holding her. Maximón smiled emptily.

“Najane…”

Maximón moved his hips again. Najane groaned pleasantly. He cupped Najane’s face in both hands and showered her with kisses.

Now, it didn’t matter if Najane couldn’t understand him. Even if she couldn’t accept or forgive the things he had done...

Maximón would not let go of her until he knew what the identity of the surging emotions he felt whenever he thought of Najane was. Probably for quite a long time. No, maybe forever.

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It was evening when Najane woke up. She felt as if her whole body had been beaten and struggled to get out of bed. Her head was foggy. She felt like she had a hangover from drinking strong alcohol.

Najane, pressing her throbbing forehead with both hands, belatedly realized that she was naked. Startled, she threw back the blanket. A bandage was wrapped around her right thigh.

Touching the bloodstains on the bandage, she looked around with a pale face. It was the same structure as her room, but it felt somehow unfamiliar.

Najane stared at the jewelry box placed on the table. That was what she had seen in Maximón’s room… Najane, her face drained of blood, froze.

She couldn’t understand why she was sleeping in Maximón’s bed. She even remembered that she had experienced a more intense heat than usual.

But that was it. She couldn’t remember what happened after that. She remembered cutting herself with scissors, trying to resolve the heat alone, but then…

Could it be that she went to Maximón and asked him to hold her? Najane hurriedly examined her body.

Swollen lips, kiss marks all over her chest, and her lower body twitching even with the slightest movement.

Her body had been cleaned, but she instinctively realized that she had had sex with Maximón. Sitting there with a bewildered expression, she hurriedly looked for her clothes.

She had to get out of there quickly. She didn’t know what had happened, but she couldn’t face Maximón. The fact that she couldn’t remember anything made Najane even more terrified.

Staggering, Najane climbed out of the bed, only to collapse from the searing pain in her thighs, unable to walk properly. She tumbled to the wooden floor with a loud crash. Panicked, she grabbed any piece of clothing hanging on the wall to cover her naked body.

There was movement beyond the door. Startled, Najane hastily put on Maximón’s shirt. As the door opened, she deliberately averted her gaze toward the bed. Two mismatched military boots stopped right in front of her.