“I don’t think it will fit. The opening is too narrow.”

To prove his point, he pressed the tip of his gl*ns against the spread entrance.

“Maybe you’re too wet. I keep trying to put it in, but it keeps slipping.”

“Mmph.”

Each time, the rounded tip stimulated her sensitive bud. As her womanhood became increasingly drenched, Iska licked his lips.

“Put it in yourself. You do it.”

“Mmph.”

Following Iska’s guidance, Rudis gripped the dark red member. She positioned the slick column at her entrance. Throughout this process, Iska fondled her br*asts while quietly watching her.

“You look experienced.”

Then, with a somewhat angry tone, Iska thrust his hips upward.

“Ungh.”

Even with just the tip inserted, the pressure was considerable. Rudis collapsed onto the bed, moaning.

“Haah…”

With a rough groan that sounded like he was expelling air, what was inside her withdrew. Then immediately returned, spreading her entrance again. Iska held Rudis’s pelvis and repeatedly inserted and withdrew just the tip.

“This feels so good. Like I could die.”

His tightly locked, low voice descended on Rudis’s n*ked back. Without looking back, she could sense where Iska’s gaze was focused. He was admiring her pulsing entrance while breathing heavily as though his throat were constricted.

“Do it, do it properly. Quickly.”

Despite swallowing her breath from the pressure that felt like it might break her pubic bone, Rudis urged Iska on.

“How? Show me.”

“Deeper. Mmph.”

With Rudis’s words, Iska pushed his dark red flesh deep inside. Tears welled up as her sensitive spot was suddenly pressed.

“I don’t think it will go in any further.”

Whether he knew this or not, Iska pressed his pelvis firmly, determined to push himself deeper. Rudis’s waist jerked dramatically.

“That’s, haah, o-okay. You don’t need to go deeper.”

“It’s so hot. So soft. And the inside keeps twitching… Mmph.”

Rudis’s voice seemed not to reach him. Iska muttered with his eyes closed, swaying his hips in apparent ecstasy.

“Haah.”

Rudis clutched the bed sheets as he instinctively thrust in and out. Each time the thick member moved, it stirred her inner walls freely. The feeling of fullness inside made everything intensely vivid.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.”

The pace of his hip movements gradually increased until he began moving like a madman. Driven by the force of his prominent pelvic bones fiercely pushing up her b*ttocks, Rudis rubbed her face against the bed sheets. With no chance to catch her breath, only the gasping moans of the man and the pleasure-filled cries of the woman filled the bedroom.

“Mmph. Ah… It’s really too much…”

Iska pulled up the convulsing Rudis while still inside her, grasped her br*asts, and embraced her strongly.

“Haaah.”

She was kneeling but almost standing. Each time Iska eagerly thrust into her, his manhood filled her womb so completely it seemed like it might burst through her stomach. Fluids flowed down, wetting her thighs.

“It’s good. I like you. Rudis.”

His voice whispering while nibbling her shoulder sounded hazily relaxed. When she flinched at the sharp fangs grazing her skin, large hands cupped her face. As she met his gaze following Iska’s lead, his ecstatically parted lips descended upon her.

It wasn’t a skilled or practiced, intimate kiss. Iska rubbed his tongue against hers, sucked deeply to her tongue’s root like he was nursing, then raised his tongue to probe her throat. It was clumsy, rough, and primal. He thoroughly licked even the saliva that flowed between her parted lips, treating it like something too precious to waste.

The terrible part was that he continued moving his hips throughout. He kept rotating his pelvis, searching for a nest to burrow into, like a swimming snake. Rudis convulsed and trembled at the stimulation from his thick, long member.

“Haah…”

Breathing roughly, Iska bit her ear and whispered lowly.

“Can I finish inside you too?”

Rudis was no longer in her right mind. At her entranced nod, Iska began moving even more roughly, revealing that everything until now had been mere play. He muttered incomprehensible words.

“Aaah.”

Once again, fluids gushed out. Rudis sobbed almost like wailing. She had no presence of mind to feel embarrassed.

“Ungh…”

Simultaneously, she felt something hot pouring inside her. The massive flesh throbbing and writhing within her was vividly clear. Every cell seemed concentrated below.

“Not yet.”

To signal it wasn’t over, Iska made no move to withdraw but began circling his hips again. The movement seemed to spread his seed along her inner walls.

Squelch.

When Iska finally withdrew, Rudis moved almost crawling, curled up, and lay down to catch her breath. Her body still trembled finely like in convulsions. Though she could feel something flowing out below, she couldn’t move. The strength to clean herself was a luxury Rudis didn’t have right now.

Beyond her blurred vision, Iska narrowed his brow. His face looked displeased. He appeared to regret what was flowing out.

When his hand burrowed between her thighs again, Rudis grabbed it and shook her head.

“I know you’re not satisfied with just once.”

Iska slipped between her legs too easily, pressed his mouth there, and met her eyes.

* * *

Rudis sat on the bed, massaging her stiff body while rummaging through her bag. Opening it, she felt something cold touch her fingertips. It was a black jewel. The moment she confirmed it, a blue system window appeared before her eyes.

[Quest Name: Crossroads of Fate

Quest Description: Collect 4 pieces to restore the ‘Anonymous Gift.’

Red Moon Piece 1/1, Black Forest Piece 1/1, Silver Wind Piece 0/1, ɖœøɢʊ Piece 0/1

Reward: ???]

Rudis sighed as she read the system window. Though unintentional, she had already collected two pieces. Her body felt like it might break apart, but seeing the progress increase gave her a strange sense of accomplishment.

By the way, who are the other two? I really have no idea anymore…

Rudis tried to recall the young men in the village with a troubled expression, but she heard movement outside. She quickly covered herself with the blanket, pretending to be asleep.

“Eat something, then you can sleep again.”

But seemingly knowing everything, Iska sat beside Rudis and touched her cheek.

“I really can’t do any more.”

Rudis kicked off the blanket, sat up abruptly, and glared. She had suffered terribly last night. Truly terribly and persistently. Even her increased stamina was far from enough to handle Iska’s full-force advances.

Moreover, it came after spending all day with Xenon. Though he should have shown mercy seeing her struggling with exhausted stamina, he showed none. Only after a full day of shaking without sleep, fainting from exhaustion, could she finally escape.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself. It was my first time…”

Despite the slightly pointed remark, Rudis’s heart quickly softened at his straightforward apology. She retracted her protruding lips and directed her gaze to what Iska was holding.

“What’s that?”

“I thought you might like something sweet, so I made this.”

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”

Seeing the food made her hungry. Until now, she had never thought about wanting to eat when seeing food, but now her stomach growled just hearing Iska rattling around in the kitchen. As if it were a lie that she hadn’t eaten food all this time. It was one of the biggest changes Iska had brought.

Rudis picked up the plate and took a bite.

“This is delicious. What did you make it with?”

“What you call shadow mushrooms.”

“I didn’t know shadow mushrooms could be used for something like this. How are you such a good cook, Iska?”

Iska hesitated briefly before answering.

“Tarkar who couldn’t hunt were given nothing. We had to survive somehow…”

Rudis put down her spoon and was momentarily speechless.

What kind of life did Iska lead? Just from hearing this, she couldn’t think of the Tarkar as a decent species. Rudis believed the weak should be prioritized and cared for. Of course, the society she had experienced wasn’t much different.

“You know what? Shadow mushrooms originally came from the Grimnoir Forest.”

Perhaps seeing Rudis’s gloomy expression, Iska deliberately changed the topic with a brighter voice.

“Grimnoir?”