Side Story 2: The Star We Didn’t See That Day (Part 2)

“The saddle is high; it would be better if I lift you up.”

Bieren said as he stood beside Lizbeth by the horse. He had devoted himself to feeding her well and keeping her healthy through regular walks. Yet, Lizbeth remained slender, and Bieren marveled at how feather-light she felt as he lifted her up.

In social circles, a thin waist was the standard of beauty, and everyone praised Lizbeth’s figure. Of course, to Bieren, Lizbeth was beautiful regardless of such standards.

But Lizbeth clutched his shoulder in concern and said urgently.

“Oh, I’m heavy. I must be heavy.”

“If you were heavier, I’d have no other wish.”

Bieren replied as he easily lifted her onto the saddle. Once Lizbeth was on the horse, she realized how high up it was and instinctively gripped the reins tightly.

Bieren then climbed up behind her and noticed how tense she was. He slipped his hand around her waist to hold the reins together, soothing her as he spoke.

“I won’t force you if you’re scared.”

Bieren no longer forced anything on Lizbeth. He didn’t want to make her do anything she disliked. 

Feeling the solid chest of the man behind her, Lizbeth felt reassured. Bieren’s warm words made the daunting height seem less frightening.

Regaining her courage, she spoke up, 

“It’s okay. I want to try.”

“Then lean more on me. It’s better to keep your back straight.”

Bieren said, pulling Lizbeth around the waist and hugging her. Lizbeth straightened her back and leaned into him as he suggested, and suddenly her view opened up.

Beside the stable and an unused training ground, where the grass grew thick, there was the forest with the stream where she had once seen Bieren n*ked.

“Let’s start slowly.”

Bieren gave Lizbeth a heads-up that they would be departing and pulled on the reins. Clack, clack, the sound of the horse’s hooves slowly hitting the ground rang out cheerfully.

Lizbeth sat upright in the saddle, her body swaying slightly, even as her back stiffened. She felt strangely exhilarated as the fear slowly erased from her heart at what had been a terrifying sight.

“You seem to have a knack for learning.”

Bieren said, smiling so brightly that his eyes sparkled, as he kissed Lizbeth on the cheek.

Lizbeth laughed it off as flattery, but it was not at all an exaggeration. The moments she feared were brief, and thereafter she enjoyed the moments with boldness.

There was a reason why young Lizbeth, despite being ordered to do countless indecent acts, never once said she couldn’t do it. She had a brave nature, naturally overcoming the adversities that life threw at her.

As they gained speed, Lizbeth’s body shifted back, her b*ttocks rubbing against Bieren’s lap.

“Ah…”

Bieren exhaled a sigh-like breath. The feel of Lizbeth’s *ss rubbing against him was enough to keep him awake. Blood rushed below.

They were neither newlyweds nor without children—they already had two. Even though they made love daily, Bieren thought it would be beastly to get an erect*on during riding, the expression on his face seemed almost predictable before Lizbeth noticed. Bieren then tensed his thighs before she could realize.

“Bieren, do you mind if I lean back a little more?”

Unaware of Bieren’s situation, Lizbeth hesitantly asked. She seemed to feel scared by the quickened pace.

Bieren told her of course, but immediately pulled on the reins to slow the horse down. Only then did Lizbeth straighten her leaning back and move her b*ttocks to pull her body back.

That action, unfortunately, made it seem as if she was rubbing her b*ttocks right over Bieren’s lap, practically as if she were grinding on his g*nitals. At that moment, Bieren heard the thin thread of his restraint snap.

“This is quite a situation.”

Bieren breathed out in excitement. He naturally reached over Lizbeth’s waist, grabbing her chest as if searching for her n*pples, his fingertips poised.

Lizbeth’s riding clothes, specially made for her by Bieren, were made of a material that clung to her body but stretched to allow her to slip them on and off easily.

Lizbeth moaned as she felt the fingertips pressing insistently against the flesh in search of her n*pples. Even though she was properly clothed, she felt n*ked.

“Every time your b*ttocks rub against me, my d*ck gets hard, and I want to make your n*pples stand too.”

Bieren shamelessly reasoned while roughly massaging Lizbeth’s chest and searching for her n*pples. As Lizbeth’s moans escalated, he swiftly recognized the nipples and circled around the ar*ola with his fingers.

Lizbeth’s hands tightened on the reins and she looked around.

“Here, hmm, outside, outside….”

Although it was getting dark, this was their first time doing this so openly outdoors.

They had committed indecent acts on the balcony of the royal ballroom, but this was different. In such an open place, there was nowhere to hide but in Bieren’s arms.

But Bieren whispered sweet temptations into Lizbeth’s ear.

“After all, this is within my duchy. I am the master here.”

“Uh, um…”

“And you have gotten yourself a husband who goes into heat anywhere, anytime, like a beast.”

Bieren introduced himself while pressing down on Lizbeth’s nipples over her clothes. Then, he slid his hand between her legs, pressing firmly as if searching for her p*ssy. Bieren mewled and found the spot where Lizbeth’s moans rose, and he rubbed it slowly, letting his lustful desire flow through him.

“I wish your p*ssy would get so wet it soaks through your pants.”

Upon hearing Bieren’s words, Lizbeth instinctively tried to close her legs, but her seated position naturally spread her legs apart. She leaned back against Bieren’s chest, shuddering and trembling as she rubbed the inside of her thighs.

Lizbeth’s legs tried to move involuntarily at Bieren’s words, but the way she was sitting in the saddle was forcing her legs apart. She leaned back against his chest, her inner thighs clenching and bucking.

Bieren naturally slipped his hand beneath Lizbeth’s riding trousers and into her pussy.

“You’re soaking wet.”

“Oh, ooh, uh….”

Lizbeth could hardly believe that Bieren’s hand had reached between her legs while atop the horse. The man’s touch exploring her private area was roughly tender, and his fingers quickly soaked as they pressed into her wet folds.

Every step the horse took seemed to force the fingers deeper into her, making her body shiver with intensity.

“Ah, oh, uh…”

Unconsciously, Lizbeth clung to Bieren’s forearm. Being a swordsman, his forearms were quite strong and thick.

Bieren, feeling her cling to his arm, wrapped his arms around her soothingly and inserted another finger, making a squelching sound as he pushed.

Was it even possible that she had borne two children here? 

Each time it felt so tight, that he worried that Lizbeth might get hurt if he didn’t ease her gently.

Bieren spoke to the trembling Lizbeth in his arms.

“I want to turn you around and stick my p*nis in you on the horse.”

Though he had become a gentleman in his treatment of her, his desire for Lizbeth was unchanged, and so he let his animalistic side slip out.

Upon Bieren’s plea, Lizbeth stiffened her body, already fluttering from the fingers inside her.

“I want to ask for your permission.”