SOTBW - 227

Maximón kissed the mound below Najane and gently inserted a finger into her slightly swollen vulva. Feeling the foreign object, Najane slowly opened her eyes. Instinctively curling her toes, she whined softly as if saying she couldn’t take any more.

Fortunately, Maximón had no intention of tormenting Najane any further. He bent his finger like a hook and scraped out the semen that had filled her vagina.

As he gently rubbed her vaginal walls while scooping out the semen so that Najane wouldn’t feel pain, the white, thick liquid poured out of her pitifully widened hole. There was a strong smell from her fluids mixed with the semen.

Maximón stuck out his tongue and cleaned it up. He felt quite pleased to see the liquids slowly flowing down her red and swollen hole. He didn’t know how many times he had ejaculated inside her. After entering the bedroom, he didn’t care about pleasure or anything else, he simply enjoyed burying a part of himself in Najane’s body.

As he spread his inserted fingers like scissors, there was a cracking sound from inside her hole. Even considering Najane’s condition, he wanted to finish at this point, but there was still semen left inside.

Najane, perhaps without the strength to react any more to the tingling sensation, lay sprawled on the bed as if telling him to do as he pleased. He stared at the obedient Najane and gently caressed her pitifully reddened clit. As he gently rolled her clit with his tongue, Najane made a feigned crying sound and curled her knees.

Even moving the finger inserted in her hole slightly made a creaking sound. Maximón, like a wolf feeling sorry for the rabbit it was about to devour, wore a sorry expression and kissed below Najane’s navel.

“Relax your legs. You know it hurts more when you tense up.”

At those words, Najane, feeling a surge of emotion, raised her head. Maximón, who met her gaze, gave her a subtle smile instead of saying “I love you.”

Maximón’s smile was very contradictory, and his actions were truly absurd. She wanted to kick him in the shoulder, but she didn’t even have the strength left to do so.

Because Maximón had been acting quite gently recently, she briefly forgot what kind of person he was. What Najane wanted was sex that was moderately intense, moderately affectionate, and allowed her to reach a moderate number of orgasms.

But looking back now, she had never had sex with Maximón moderately even once. That’s why their sex always barely ended with either Najane fainting or collapsing, wasn’t it?

Najane knew that she had dug her own grave. From her hoarse throat to her shoulders, back, waist, pelvis, thighs, and the place that tingled even when touched... Her whole body ached. It was even sad how she had come to a point where she couldn’t be satisfied with any other kind of sex.

Najane sighed and struggled to get up. Maximón cleaned Najane’s vulva with his tongue and then hugged her again. When she glared at him as if to say she wouldn’t let him do it again if he thought about doing it again, Maximón shrugged his shoulders.

Fortunately, he headed for the bathroom. Relieved, Najane gently slipped into the bathtub filled with warm water. Submerged in the water, Najane took a long breath and swept her sweat-soaked hair back with both hands. Maximón carefully cleaned Najane’s body, which he had so greedily ruined.

When his hand, lathered with plenty of soap, touched her lower area, Najane slapped Maximón’s arm with a loud smack. Just being cleaned made her clit and its surroundings throb so much that anger surged up. Maximón obediently took the hit from Najane. Fortunately, he seemed to have some sense of shame.

Even after washing her whole body, Najane couldn’t move a single finger. Maximón meticulously washed Najane, wiped her dry, and dressed her. It was obvious that he was trying to make up for having sex too excessively, but she didn’t even have the strength left to speak, so she let Maximón do as he pleased.

In the living room, a meal for the two of them had already been prepared. Thinking it was a late lunch, Najane glanced at the window and was startled. Orange twilight could be seen outside the window. It was already evening.

Shocked, Najane hit Maximón again. The hand strike was at the level of a cat’s paw gently tapping, but Maximón was also wary of her, so he feigned a little pain and stroked the arm he had been hit on a few times.

“Don’t pretend. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

But that action rather fueled Najane’s irritation. Maximón honestly admitted it.

“You’re right. It didn’t hurt at all.”

If he was going to start pretending it hurt, he should have continued until the end, but what was with him so easily admitting it? Najane, feeling like her pelvis was falling off, ignored Maximón and plopped down on the sofa.

Come to think of it, the sofa, which had been covered in fluids, was clean. She pondered for a moment what had happened and then covered her pale face with both hands. Didina and the maids had been there. The warm water in the bathroom, the meal prepared in the living room, and the clothes prepared for Najane to wear immediately were all evidence that they had been there.

The thought of her moaning in Maximón’s arms in the bedroom while the maids were cleaning the living room made Najane’s ears turn bright red. A person with a terminal illness enjoying sex for half a day. What would those maids think of me...? Najane was worried that today’s events would reach Luna’s ears.

But Maximón, unconcerned about Najane’s suddenly feeling embarrassed, casually offered her finely chopped meat. Najane stared at Maximón, who was acting like a sly cat trying to fatten up a skinny mouse before catching and eating it, and pursed her lips.

Maximón tilted his head, seeing that she didn’t open her mouth.

“It’s delicious.”

Did he taste it beforehand in case it was poisoned? Najane glanced at the meal prepared on the table and turned her head away. She didn’t really want to eat. Her lower abdomen throbbed because she had received so much semen.

As she turned away from the meat as if she had no appetite, Maximón paused for a moment with a serious expression. Najane expected Maximón to force her to eat, but when he didn’t, she glanced at him with a puzzled look.

He was about to go out to the field soon, yet he was eating the sliced meat without even thinking about drying his damp hair. Najane stared at Maximón, who was eating alone, with a dumbfounded expression, then met his dark green eyes.

This time, she was truly sulking and quickly averted her gaze. Then, Maximón, who had quietly approached her side, kissed her. Just as she was about to push Maximón away, thinking, ‘What is he doing again?’, his tongue forcefully pushed its way in, causing her to open her lips.

At that moment, something suddenly entered her mouth. Najane instinctively chewed on it. It was meat. Najane looked at Maximón with a bewildered expression.

Maximón wiped the corners of Najane’s mouth with the back of his hand and smiled softly.

“I chewed it just enough. You can just swallow it.”

After saying that, Maximón put the sliced meat back into his own mouth. Najane swallowed the lump of meat she had been chewing. He probably thought that the reason Najane refused to eat was because she didn’t even have the strength left to chew anything.

Feeling strangely warm and fuzzy, Najane leaned her neck and head against the armrest of the sofa and stared at Maximón. Feeling her gaze, Maximón looked back at Najane, thinking she was hungry, and passed the meat, which he had chewed just enough, back into her mouth.

He didn’t eat a single piece of meat from the large plate and gave it all to Najane. He had to eat well to fight against the cold wind in the field, but without thinking about his own stomach, he carefully picked out only the warm dishes and fed them to her.

Najane accepted the things Maximón gave her without a word. She gradually became full and wanted to stop eating, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to say that to him. Najane didn’t know why she couldn’t say it. Every time they kissed to feed her, something tickled somewhere in her chest.

Perhaps the reason she felt this way was because she saw love in Maximón’s actions. Najane fidgeted with Maximón’s fingers on the sofa.

Feeling her touch, Maximón turned to look at Najane. His eyes asked if she wanted to eat anything else. Maximón was ready to get anything Najane wanted to eat, even if it wasn’t here. Seeing those eyes and that expression, she understood and forgave Maximón’s love, who had so harshly pushed her earlier.

Instead of telling Maximón that she was full, Najane kissed him. At the sudden kiss, Maximón blinked his eyes and then chuckled softly.

“Even if you’re full, eat a little more. Your stomach needs to be full to sleep well at night.”

Maximón, who had somehow understood her intentions, pulled over a stew made with various birds. Maximón carefully deboned the soft and fatty meat and brought it to Najane’s lips. Najane opened her mouth round and swallowed the meat.

He watched Najane chew the meat contentedly and then deboned more of the meat attached to the bones. At that moment, Najane tapped Maximón’s hand as if to tell him to look at her. Maximón turned to look at Najane, wondering why, and was kissed.

Meat with a slight clove scent entered his mouth. Maximón swallowed it and blinked his eyes foolishly.

“You don’t like the smell of the spices? Shall I get you something else?”

The meat had a strong clove scent, probably to get rid of any gamey smell. Maximón thought that Najane didn’t like the dish and put the meat he had carefully deboned away.

Then she pulled the plate of meat back in front of her. Najane put another piece of bird meat into her mouth. He watched her chew diligently with an expression that said he didn’t quite understand what she was trying to do.

Najane kissed Maximón again. Maximón readily responded to the kiss and swallowed the meat that Najane had chewed appropriately. He was dumbfounded. Najane, who had taken her lips away, smiled and chuckled at Maximón.

“Why...”

Maximón asked Najane, but she didn’t answer and diligently chewed the meat again. Najane’s eyes, which were smiling sweetly, sparkled with love.

Najane cupped Maximón’s cheeks with both hands and gave him the food again. Only then did Maximón realize that Najane was feeding him.

He swallowed the food, suppressing the smile that was about to spread across his face, and then sucked on Najane’s tongue. The smooth tongue tasted of fatty bird meat. They kissed until their hearts pounded and then parted their lips. Maximón looked lovingly at Najane, who had already climbed onto his thighs.

“Are you really sure you don’t want to eat anymore?”

Instead of answering, Najane placed Maximón’s hand on her stomach. Her lower abdomen, which had been so flat that it had even gone in, was now very slightly protruding. Maximón found that quite cute and showered her belly with kisses.

The kisses that touched her skin were ticklish and warm. Just as Najane let out a small laugh, there was the sound of a tray being dropped near the inner gate. Startled, Maximón and Najane simultaneously turned to look at the source of the sound. There stood a strange maid who looked rather young.

Didina and the maids had visited the mansion to prepare lunch but fled as if running away after hearing moans coming from the bedroom. They visited this place again an hour later, but since they could still hear the sounds of bodies colliding in the bedroom, they, after much deliberation, quickly prepared the meal and bath and left this place.

However, since someone had to attend to Maximón and Najane, the least busy maid visited the residence again. That clumsy maid, however, saw the cold and even frightening Maximón affectionately showering Najane’s flat belly with kisses and...

...misunderstood, thinking, “Oh my goodness, Dame Schnicks is pregnant!”

The maid thought that these two people were sleeping together almost every other day, so she thought it was quite possible that Najane was pregnant. The maid, her face flushed for no reason, hurriedly picked up the tray and shouted, “S, I’m sorry!” and then ran away from the residence.

Najane, wondering about the maid who had suddenly appeared and left in an instant, looked down at Maximón.

“I think she was embarrassed because we were acting too casually.”

“It’s that maid’s fault for entering without knocking.”

“That’s true, but...”

Najane, with a slightly uncomfortable expression, sat down next to Maximón. Maximón opened his mouth as if asking to be fed again and pointed inside with his finger. Najane, chuckling, picked out only the food he would like and put it into his mouth one by one.

And the next day.

Rumors spread like wildfire throughout the Romsoa Knights that Najane was pregnant.