Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Enya listened to the spell-like words he repeated to himself and closed her eyes.
He rubbed his thing between her wet butt, where the veins were starting to turn red again. It was as if he wanted to confirm that the woman in front of her was alive and breathing in front of him by doing so.
“Hoo, hooh…”
She opened her eyes and turned her head, half-raised her upper body.
She was watching Tarhan.
After kneading the flesh on one side of her hip as if he would burst it, he opened it slightly to check the bright red flesh before raising a hand to his mouth. He cupped his mouth together and spat into the palm of his hand.
Then, he smeared it generously on Enya’s slightly dried secret part.
“Uht, ung…! Ag, again…! No, no more…”
She spread a moan along the way and tightened the two fingers that had entered her in an instant. She couldn’t believe it.
Enya, half awake, screamed inside.
Even though they did it countless times as they stuck to each other like grafting, something was different today. Perhaps Tarhan felt the same way, he held her tighter and more tenaciously than usual and did not let go.
The fingers mixed with saliva moved slowly, making a squishy sound. Surprisingly, her body, which she thought could no longer lift a finger, reacted.
Enya flapped around like a landed fish, nibbling at the bristles of the rug on the floor. It was as if someone had taken something out of her head, kneaded it, made a mess of it and put it back. She couldn’t think of anything, and she only responded to the stimulation given by Tarhan.
Tarhan put his hand under the rug and ran his fingertips around Enya’s nipples. He circled her swollen breasts as if he was feeding her milk to a child, and at one point, he squeezed them tightly as if he was going to tear them off.
Enya only let out moans, like a dying yak, perfectly covered by Tarhan’s massive body.
“Ah-huht, ah-huuhk…!”
Before she knew it, the prepared hips were lifted high, and the hole clamored to hold the pillar that reached her back.
“Uuuhh…!”
She struggled and stretched her hands behind, gasping for breath.
Tarhan’s large, rough, bark-like hand gripped hers. He pretended to hold her hand, then grabbed it and made her touch something.
As her hand was pulled back, something wet, glistening, boiling hot was touching under her hand. Enya instinctively grabbed it. She realized that it was his thing that she wanted so much. She involuntarily pushed her hips up to shove it inside her, struggling with her crushed body.
Still, he only made her grab his thing and pushed her back to the floor again. His hand that had been dragging Enya’s hand suddenly pressed down on the nape of her neck.
When she was suddenly choked, she closed her eyes tightly.
Tarhan’s hand came up over Enya’s, who was holding his thing. A large palm, large enough to hold his object and her hand together, slowly swept up and down. It was such a big move that her wrists reached down to the dangling organs beneath it.
It was terribly large and hot. It seemed to increase its volume with each stroke of her palm.
Finally, Tarhan let out a groan behind her back and, at once, put his hand under her stomach and lifted her roughly.
He muttered like someone whose eyes and ears were covered by something.
“…This time, I will definitely protect you. I will not lose you to anyone.”
The sudden action made Enya gasp and turn her head to look at him. Her eyes, wide open in shock, looked in fear at his man, who was breathing like a buffalo.
At that moment, she tried to push him away. But before she had time to do so, his hand lifted her up on her knees and lifted her lower body and pressed her down on her neck so that her upper body was on the ground with her back lifted.
He whispered harshly.
“I will never go through something like losing a family again.”
Enya’s breath quickly collapsed upon hearing that as liquid flowed down her sobbing cheeks. Eventually, without hesitation, Tarhan immediately inserted the straight object into the hole that had been lifted in front of his eyes.
“Ha-uh, haaa-aht…!”
Enya let out a groan, feeling her body splitting, and crawled forward instinctively.
But, Tarhan leaned slightly in front of her and crushed her with his weight, leaving her immobilized.
He straightened her knees and pulled her legs, locking their lower body into a perfect coupling. That alone was good enough to send goosebumps down her spine. Enya panicked and stretched her hands behind, trying to push him away.
It was strange. It was different from the usual.
She had received him in this position before. It was true that she was sensitive because it was very deep though she had never felt such a heavy and terrifyingly strong pleasure. It was as if something unknown was playing tricks on her eyes.
Enya cried unknowingly and screamed at Tarhan.
“Ta, Tarhan! I, do-don’t know… it’s weird. I feel a little, strange, strange today…”
His eyes blurred.
The bond deepened as the woman’s frightened body shrank. As she tightened her bottom even more, Tarhan groaned and frowned.
Enya covered her mouth. It was really scary. It was all the more so because she didn’t know what he was doing.
Eventually, tears poured out.
“I, I…think it’s strange… I can’t. St, stop… Ta, Tarhan…”
Scary, scary.
Enya shuddered and sobbed, knowing that it would not work.
As if he couldn’t see anything, Tarhan, who had been muttering swear words, muttered something between his teeth in a chewing tone.
A glimpse of him entering her seemed to soothe him.
Except for the first intercourse, when they first intermingled, he had never pushed Enya to beg so much. He warmed her body with great care, always until his erect pillar was fully in, or rather until she begged him to come in first. Then, once inside, he hit her relentlessly until she was forced to climax.
Nevertheless, today was different.
Tarhan didn’t know what to do and stroked Enya’s body. He poured kisses down her back, ran the bridge of his nose down his back, and he muttered again incessantly.
What are you afraid of? I’m with you.
He seemed to be trying to reassure her, but it seemed like he ddidn’teven know what he was talking about anymore.
Before long, Tarhan began to slowly move his body like a man who had lost his sanity. He pretended to soothe her with his hands like a determined man, speeding up to the point that there were slapping sounds.
“Ah-huhk…! Unng!! Ha-uhht… hu-ugh—!”
A frighteningly intense pleasure covered Enya.
Enya endured it, clenching her fist. The touch of her breasts against the rough surface of the floor drove her away as a new stimulus. She sobbed in fear, but at some point, she forgot everything and left herself to Tarhan’s gestures.
The inside of her brain turned into porridge. It felt like every part of her body was melted away by Tarhan, who was burrowing hard into her.
Every time his long thighs slapped against her, she opened her mouth to catch her choking breath.
Enya, like a woman born to receive Tarhan’s, held him perfectly, tightening on him as if that was the only natural order left to her… as if she had no other options…
The three full days passed in the blink of an eye. Chief Kahanti died, and a new regime was established in Aquilea.
However, there was no major change in Enya.
The gate of the house Tarhan had built was still firmly shut. If there was one thing that had changed, it was that his men now stood guard around day and night. If she wanted, she could meet the people of Nervana Forest, but this time, Enya avoided them. So did the Perugians.
It was like going back for the first time.
She spent the rest of her time only with Tarhan, not interacting with anyone except Ihita and Piache.
Upon hearing that Gernan’s face had been cut in half, the Aquileans were afraid to even meet the eyes of the new chieftain’s woman whenever she passed by. It was a natural thing to do, as long as they didn’t want to be cut by the chieftain of Aquilea’s sword, who was terribly protective of his woman.
On the eve of the escalating war, the conflict between the forces stationed in Aquilea was almost at its peak. Naturally, the nerves of the head of the alliance, which was at the peak of power, were also at his peak.
No one wanted to offend him.
Enya also felt stuffy every time she met him, like talking through an impenetrable wall. Though despite feeling that, she could never stop or resent him.
“So promise me, too. No matter what happens, you won’t follow anyone. You will stay by my side.”
The night Tarhan pushed her with force, he pressed his forehead against her quivering wet eyelashes and whispered. He accepted her pledge without hiding his morbid obsession.
Enya closed her eyes instead of answering. Then, she opened her mouth and let his tongue go deep into her mouth. Just as he imprisoned her with his obsessive spirit from that day on, he also kept an eye on her surroundings in the name of protection.
‘It’s not long before Tarhan’s campaign.’
Every day was a bloody day… the days when she might be able to see Tarhan for the last time were dwindling day by day.
In the midst of this, Enya couldn’t find a way not to accept his eccentricity. She had brought up the story of the ‘daughter of the forest’ again and again, despite his stubbornness as if she was talking to a wall.
Of course, that didn’t work. His answer was always the same.
“Promise me you’ll stay here and wait for me to come back. If not, I… I will not forgive you.”
It couldn’t have been more terrible. It couldn’t be helped.
She loved the man who wouldn’t forgive her if she didn’t wait for him here, so he put himself in danger. She couldn’t help granting his last wish before going to the battlefield. So, even though that love drove her to a monotonous life like a prison, Enya endured it.
During the day, she worked with Ihita at Piache’s drugstore, as she always did. She struggled for all the nights he held her tightly in his manly embrace.
Enya’s body was getting thinner day by day, and the more she did, the crazier Tarhan went.
An overwhelming feeling arose two weeks before his campaign.
“…The ceremony will be soon, so get ready.”
As Enya caressed her leg, which had begun to tingle again, she then raised her head. Tarhan leaned against the door and looked down at her, notifying her.
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