Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After that, Tarhan poured himself about three times before he stretched out like a predatory lion on Enya’s body. It was different from what he had done, rushing it at first, and it was close to meticulous copulation that was stretched terribly.

In the first one or two, Enya was too busy biting and sucking on his body, but after that, she could not follow him physically again.

All she could do was sway at him and writhe at the pleasure.

After their relationship, as always, she could feel no sensation between her legs. She was not strong enough, and she couldn’t even stroke the body of the man who took a deep breath and exhaled while still crushing her heavily.

She had to stand up.

Even though she couldn’t take him enthusiastically all the time, she had to wipe Tarhan’s body with a damp cloth right after their relationship ended. She had heard other Aquilean women express their satisfaction with a man who spent their night that way.

However, her body did not move according to her mind. Enya really didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger. There was a tingling between her legs, and her chest ached from being sucked countless times.

Burying her face in the locks of grayish-brown hair and taking a deep breath, she shoved her hands into Tarhan’s sweat-drenched hair in despair.

What kind of energy did everyone have left to wipe the man’s body with a wet towel…?

The more that thought bit her, the darkest thought came to her was that she was a lacking Aquilean maiden. At that moment, Tarhan, whose heavy body was hanging over her body, got up.

“Ta, Tarhan…”

Enya quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn’t want to be away from him. As other women might, she liked the suffocating weight of the man drooping over her body after the relationship.

Rather, in a relationship that was done after a long time, she desperately needed more of this kind of contact.

Though he patted the woman’s clinging arm and pulled it off.

“I’m heavy. Stay there.”

After a while, he went out of the hut and came back with a wet towel and a basin in his hands.

Enya tried to get up in surprise, but Tarhan didn’t give her a chance and slumped down next to her. Then, he started wiping the woman’s body, whose eyes were wet with embarrassment.

She kept shuddering in embarrassment. It wasn’t because she was showing her naked body. She felt like her stomach was going to explode as she was just receiving the work she had to do from him like this.

“Oh, you don’t have to… I—”

Still, Tarhan didn’t even give her a chance to make excuses. He responded bluntly.

“You’re not going to be able to move.”

Enya closed her eyes tightly at her miserable situation.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel him staring at her. Suddenly, her body swung up. It was because he was holding her in his arms and her head slipped into the concave space.

Tarhan’s body was hard and hot all year round. He was a man with a lot of heat.

She always wondered if other men were like that, like Tarhan. Of course, she never had a chance to get to know another man. Since she had her blood on the bed with Tarhan, she had never been held by another man other than him.

Tarhan would never allow Enya to climb onto another man’s bed.

Enya remembered that dawn as clearly as if it had happened the day before.

‘Don’t have any other men’s things here besides me. I will do the same. Enya, I don’t need any other woman but you.’

Tarhan first thrust his fingers into her opening, forcing them open with two fingers. Here, he quietly said that if another man’s thing ever got in, he would slit the bastard’s throat and apply the blood from the corpse to the body, then drink the rest.

Enya, who was young at the time, nodded her head at that madness, holding back tears as her eyes were turning white. She swore and swore that she would never allow another man. She assumed that Tarhan, like the others, would take that oath when another younger, prettier girl became a woman.

It was unbearably frightening.

…However, even after many years, he did not overturn that oath. She was still the only woman to heat Tarhan’s bed. It was strange. The other Aquilean men went to this woman, and that woman like watering flowers, so she did not know why he was doing this.

Was it because he was from a foreign tribe…?

Tarhan held her just like he did back then. Enya rustled and spread her arms out to hold his neck. At that moment, she suddenly noticed that Tarhan’s expression, looking at her with a slight frown, was not good.

Enya rolled her eyes anxiously.

He was hot-tempered. Ordinarily, everyone who knew him was tongue tied by his temper. The right-hand man, Rigata, used to get fed up, saying that his temper was worse than the showers that come and go.

But, Enya had never once thought of him as hot-tempered. Rather, he was cold-tempered and thorough in everything, and there were many times when he was terrifying.

This time, she didn’t know what he was angry about.

“…Are you hurt?”

After a while, he looked at her carefully and asked her.

Enya couldn’t find the true meaning of those words, so she couldn’t answer right away. She was startled when she realized that the reason he didn’t look good was because he misunderstood that she endured the pain during the relationship.

“No, no… It didn’t hurt.”

It couldn’t have been painful. Enya’s cheeks blushed.

Even when she first accepted him, she had endured the pain and clung to him. Finally, the joy of having something she could give to him made her overcome the pain and allowed her to embrace him. Still, the pain never lasted long — needless to say for now.

Her relationship with him gave her only joy and pleasure. It was as if he had reshaped her body as a woman. He even made fun of her, thinking that she would still be in pain like a virgin.

Enya groaned softly, stroking his cheek with her fingers.

“Really. It didn’t hurt at all…”

Nevertheless, he looked unconvinced.

She knew it was her fault. Since she hardly ever told anyone about her pain, she would hold it alone until she got sick of holding on to anything.

“You… Hooo, fine.”

His complicated-looking face was looking slightly red.

Tarhan ruffled his hair with one hand that didn’t hold Enya, clenching his chin.

His woman was so small and fragile that he thought he could really kill her if he rushed in with a fit of excitement. Every time he did it, he dug into her, and her voice came high, and she twisted her excited body. He was at a loss of what to do as it was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

It wasn’t the first time after a long time that he became afraid of the woman’s sagging body.

Every time he asked for confirmation, the woman didn’t answer properly as she was always repeating the same thing like a parrot, that it was okay, it didn’t hurt.

However, he couldn’t believe what this woman was saying. After all, she was a woman who muttered helplessly that she was okay even when she was on the verge of a deathly fever.

Enya hesitated and glanced up at Tarhan. His eyes were red as he looked at her, as his chin was smooth under his slightly twitching lips.

Every morning at the well, Tarhan shaved off his beard with a knife the size of his forearm. Because when sucking under her, he terribly hated seeing her flesh scrape through his beard, leaving red marks.

“It’s good that you get wet easily… here.”

His other hand, muttering bluntly, slowly moved up between her legs. She was still wet, dripping with liquid when he touched the inside of her thigh.

Enya sighed and inhaled her breath. She noticed that the area around Tarhan’s cheekbones had turned red again and closed her eyes.

Her lips parted automatically.

Even when she wasn’t sure how Tarhan usually treated and thought of her, she knew one thing for sure and clearly… He was obsessed with touching her body. Tarhan liked Enya’s body, but her breasts were the best of them all.

Before she knew it, his big, clunky, hard hands, covered with calluses, came up without hesitation and rubbed her tender breasts. Sometimes, he grabbed it and shook it so hard that she wondered if he would pull it off.

At that time, the n*pples that touched his palms were rubbed violently to the point they got sore.

“Hu-uh… Ah…”

Every time his breath, who was rolling her chest, grew wild, Enya twitched and rolled her eyes down in uneasiness.

It wasn’t the first time he started from the beginning after that. She was annoyed as her breasts overflowed even with that large hand that cut off even wild beasts with a single knife. She didn’t even have a baby to suckle yet…

It was a little embarrassing. She didn’t think it was this big at first. It seemed to be small and delicate, as if it could be held in one hand to fit her delicate body. Now, no matter how she wrapped her clothes, it was so voluptuous that she couldn’t hide its presence.

It was Tarhan who made it like this. Once held it in his hand or his mouth, it was enough for him to bite, suck, and sleep on it for half a day.

After a while, he finally filled his mouth with an upright n*pple. When he put power in his mouth and began to suck vigorously, a voice flowed out.

“Huhp, ung…!”

Enya did to Tarhan like how other tribal women would hold their babies and nurse them. She buried her hand in his black hair, stroking his back muscles as he shuddered to suckle on her.

Tarhan acted shamelessly and wildly as a young beast when he was alone with her in the hut.

Sometimes, she wondered what to do when the people of the tribe saw Tarhan doing this to her breast. Even if she showed it, she didn’t think they could believe it.

A man they regard as a god was hugging the woman’s waist and sucking her n*pples every night — the same woman whom they point out as useless… They would be so shocked that they would grab her by the back of her neck.

“Hu-uhp, aahh— Ah-uh…”

The feeling was so good that the nasal sound leaked, though there was a feeling of embarrassment that could not be explained.

Enya smoothed the earlobe of the man that was sucking at her with reddened eyes.

When she held his wet hair and patted him, she felt like a mother feeding her baby. Feeling ashamed when a man twice her size grabbed her by the waist and licked her breasts, she had to squeeze her wet bottom that was feeling good.

Sometimes, when he looked like he was angry, she would peel her top first and give him her breast. There has never been a time when that method didn’t work.

Enya glanced down at Tarhan.

The object that had been pounding her underneath before was already bulging out like a bat. The bump touched her buttocks. She swallowed dry saliva as she gazed at Tarhan’s flesh, which had been dripping with water, and the veins stood up.

Now, just looking at that object, her body trembled. Even a beast didn’t seem to do that.

Dogs have heat, but Tarhan doesn’t have that… For him, Enya was the heat. His pillar stood up as if it had waited for her, whenever she entered his gaze.

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