Chapter 3.3

Having said nonsense, Elexion fully enjoyed Muriel’s chest, which bulged over her underwear.  

“It tickles.”  

After rubbing his face a few times, he lightly kissed her. Thanks to the slightly pushed-down underwear, a faint pink ar*ola was visible. The pink flower petals that barely showed over the underwear and the n*pple that seemed about to pop out.  

When he rubbed his face again, the n*pple was exposed.  

Without even touching it, he flicked the er*ect n*pple with his firm fingertip.  

“Ah!”  

Muriel blushed.  

Before she could make excuses, Elexion took it into his mouth.  

Every time he rolled the er*ect n*pple with his tongue, a thin moan tickled his ear. When he sucked it, Muriel didn’t know what to do and dug her nails into his firm shoulder.  

Her body, which had been cold, was now warm. She found herself on the table covered with his cloak without realizing it.  

Her radiant golden hair spread over the black cloak. No matter how many marks he left with his hands and mouth, by the next day, her white body, like a mirage, would erase them.  

If she were a noble driven mad by pride, she would naturally hide it, but as a noble herself, Elexion knew that well. It was always regrettable.  

But now, until the day they returned, his marks would not be erased from her body.  

“Muri.”  

Elexion smiled like a rising sun, like a satiated beast. His deepened gaze explored her exposed chest.  

When Muriel tried to cover her chest with her arms, his hand slipped between her thighs.  

If it were a skirt, he would have already pushed aside her underwear and inserted a few fingers to stretch the inner wall.  

But today, he couldn’t. Her intention of wearing pants worked, but Muriel was anxious.  

She clenched her legs at his rough touch, rubbing over the pants that tightly covered her private parts. The seam beyond the underwear pressed and scratched her cl*toris with his touch, making her itch. Regaining her senses, she was swaying her hips, pleading.

***

“Do you want more?”  

Elexion whispered, pressing the part soaked with her fluid.  

“Then take it off yourself.”  

She couldn’t refuse the devilish whisper. The itchy below, right now, unless something was done, it seemed she would go crazy.  

With trembling hands, she unbuckled and unbuttoned her pants, struggling to take them off as they were soaked. At that moment, something moist touched her.  

“Xion!”  

Elexion was burying his face.  

“Yes.”  

“Ah!”  

Elexion took a big bite of her private part. He rubbed the plump cl*toris through the clothes with his high nose bridge and licked the vaginal entrance repeatedly.  

“Ah, ah! Ahh!”  

Even if she wanted to struggle, the pants that slid down to her ankles were shackles. She had believed without doubt that they would cover her private parts, but it was like being betrayed.  

In the situation where the male lead of an all-ages romance novel buried his face in her private parts like a dog, paradoxically, Muriel became more excited. The restraint that prevented her from moving properly squeezed her insides. Water flowed continuously from the vaginal entrance.  

“Muri, you smell lewd. Why are you like this?”  

“No, hick! It’s not….”  

Elexion, who had slightly lifted his face, saw the flushed hole twitching and releasing fluid. As he removed the pants similar to the ones he wore, there was paradise.  

Smooth thighs and moist golden pubic hair, a tightly closed flesh that smelled lewd. When he lifted the flesh, there was a small bell-like cl*toris. When he touched it, it was like a signal, with narrow holes releasing fluid.  

Capturing it clearly in his eyes, he buried his nose and inhaled deeply.  

“Is it because it’s wet….”  

“Ah, huh!”  

The lewd smell filled his nasal cavity. Not wanting to miss even a bit, he poked his tongue into the loose narrow hole. Like Pavlov’s dog, knowing that poking there would bring what he wanted.  

“Ah!”  

“Because you, wore pants, huh? Do you know you’re more excited?”  

“Hick! Huh, ahh!”  

Even as Muriel cried and stomped her feet, the pants that slipped down to her ankles were shackles. Holding her b*ttocks tightly, it seemed like she was urging Xion, who was already licking her private parts to his heart’s content.  

“Here, the shape of the flesh is fully revealed, so today, I wanted to keep doing this.”  

Did you know?  

Suddenly, Xion’s low voice was heard in her ears. As soon as his mouth left, his fingers poked, so the lower hole didn’t have time to feel empty.  

Since the vaginal entrance was already loosened, he would usually explore the inner wall as a formality and then insert it, but contrary to expectations, his fingers slowly rubbed the inner wall folds.  

“Hick! Ugh! Huh!”

He pressed down hard on the sensitive spot.  

“Hiss…!”  

And then mercilessly shook it.  

“Haah!”  

Muriel’s green eyes widened as she gasped. Water flowed down below, causing her body’s temperature to rise instantly. Her head was dizzy.  

Whispers of how maddening it was every time their hips rubbed on the horse, or what if he had torn her pants and inserted himself right then, poured into her ears, but she couldn’t hear them.  

She just felt like Elexion was calling her, so she struggled to lift her head. In her unfocused green eyes, she saw Elexion licking the fluid off his lips.  

The lips that only softened in front of Muriel descended. What seemed like a light kiss naturally drew out her tongue to suck. A refreshing smile from Xion met her blurred vision.  

Elexion, who had thoroughly enjoyed Muriel’s lips and tongue, slid his mouth down to her ticklish neck and then back up to bite and suck her ear. Amidst the rising goosebumps and pleasure, she didn’t even realize the thick gl*ns entering the unoccupied entrance.  

“Ugh… Muri, just a little strength. Okay?”  

Nothing was heard. A thick, hot, and bumpy pillar burrowed down, messily tearing through her tender flesh.  

With no pattern or rhythm, the desperate thrusts left no room for moans.  

“Good, hic! …! Hoo…!”  

“Yes, I know.”  

The ecstatic pressure Muriel gave as she felt her waist and neck bending made Elexion hold back his climax. He licked her ar*ola and sucked her trembling n*pple, trying to ignore the pleasure.  

But the more he touched her, the more Muriel tightened and released around what filled her below, urging him to climax. His waist couldn’t help but move.  

Half-surrendered to instinct, Elexion moved his waist even more roughly, thrusting hard into the spot where her reaction was particularly sensitive.  

“Here, it feels good, right?”  

“Ah…!”  

Muriel’s hips twitched as if the shape of his shaft would protrude from her flat belly. He wanted to believe it was her asking for him to go deeper.  

Holding Muriel was more exhausting than any training. Catching her, who seemed like she would disappear if he took his eyes off her for a moment, was the hardest thing. Running dozens of laps around the training ground might be easier.  

Perhaps he should make her bear a child early. 

If her belly carried our child, would this anxiety disappear? Would Muriel never look far away again?  

At that moment, when the darkest and dirtiest thoughts crossed his mind, Muriel’s green eyes looked straight at him.  

Elexion forgot to breathe and stared into those eyes.  

“I like it, Xion, I like it.”  

“Ugh…”  

Unable to hold back any longer, he cl*maxed.  

Panting like a beast, he released seedless s*men. He held Muriel’s body and painted the deepest part with his seed. It was as if he was predicting that one day he would surely plant his seed inside.  

After climaxing, as he breathed heavily over her round chest, a gentle hand touched his shoulder. He postponed his plan to put a n*pple in his mouth and chew it, raising his head.  

“Muri, why?”  

“I’m cold, Xion.”  

Only then did Elexion realize that the only thing hot in this small hut was his shaft.

***

Elexion wrapped Muriel’s body tightly with the cloak they had used as a mat and first lit a fire in the stove.  

Fortunately, the firewood seemed to have a drying spell on it, as it wasn’t damp. Relieved, he found a carpet in the box and spread it out.  

“Stay here for a moment.”  

He moved Muriel to the soft carpet in front of the stove and busily went about his tasks. He heated water, wrung out the wet clothes, hung them up, and brought a clean towel soaked in lukewarm water.  

When he removed his cloak, a lewd smell wafted up. The sight of red marks like obsessions engraved on white skin and now indistinguishable mixed fluids flowing from her private parts was obscene.  

“You can’t move, so I’ll clean you up.”  

“Okay.”  

Muriel entrusted her body to him with an innocent face, despite carrying the traces of a man who couldn’t even be called lewd. Elexion carefully cleaned her and wrapped her in a clean towel. Then he covered her with a blanket to prevent her from catching a cold.  

“Thank you, Xion.”  

“For what? It’s only natural.”  

Seeing Muriel all warm and cozy, he stood up.  

“Where are you going?”  

“To wash the clothes and clean myself.”  

“Come back quickly.”  

“Okay.”  

Under the cold water in the bathroom, Elexion let out a long sigh. It was worth clenching his teeth to avoid pouncing on her again. Muriel smiled with a face no different from before.  

Though outwardly he pretended to be a gentleman, his insides grew wilder by the day. Especially when they mixed bodies like this, it became hard to control, popping out unexpectedly like today.  

It had never been like this, only in front of Muriel. He thought it would get better if he held her, but it only got worse.  

So he covered Muriel’s body with a blanket. It was an effort to somehow hide the soft bare skin from his sight.  

After cooling the heat that had risen to his head, he washed the dirty clothes and hung them on the clothesline near the fireplace.