He felt his nerves race sensitively.
As he poured a little bit of the liquid into the narrow and damp space, her hot face was faintly distorted. She seemed to really hate the taste of the potion.
But he couldn't sympathize with the sensations she felt. He could feel the strong smell of grass that stung his nose and the strong bitterness that stimulated his taste buds, but the sensation did not lead to discomfort.
Barcas repeatedly stuck his tongue in and out of her tightly shrunken mouth, pulling her body closer.
He swallowed what had accumulated in her mouth and squeezed her fingers. The sound of her breathing moistened his throat.
She tried to wrap his tongue around her own, but when things didn't go as she thought, she raised her head.
Barcas saw a face that was messed up by unfamiliar behavior.
Suddenly, something sharp scratched his spine.
He pressed down on her swollen lower lip with his thumb and forced her chin open. Then, he took a heavy breath, flowing out of the damp hole, and worked roughly.
"Stick out your tongue."
Her wet eyes shook with anxiety.
He pushed his fingers into her teeth and gently pressed down on her damp tongue.
A somewhat impatient voice came out.
"Come on."
The woman who looked up at him with confused eyes quietly stuck out her tongue.
Barcas immediately held it in his mouth and sucked it gently, and her body stiffened from the shock.
He wrapped his upright arm around the nape of her neck and tilted her head even closer.
His little tongue wriggled intoxicatingly. She persistently tried to find her way to escape and wrapped his arms around her sagging waist.
Under the thin hem, he could feel the delicate skeleton and smooth curves.
Her body, which had lost weight noticeably after two seasons, seemed to be shattered with just a little effort. He felt a bit nervous and let go of her tongue.
Transparent saliva flowed from between her crimson lips. As he licked it up, he heard a crying voice.
"Why..."
She looked up at him with eyes that seemed to be suffering from a fever.
"Why are you doing this?"
He gathered his eyebrows.
Instead, he wanted to ask her.
Why shouldn't I do this?
They were a couple.
Even if they do something worse than this, there is nothing strange about the relationship. He just didn't bother to ask for it because he knew she wouldn't want it.
But she reached out.
Suppressing what he wanted to blame, he looked into her dizzying eyes that he couldn't control.
His heart became more and more twisted as her eyes were mixed with confusion, vigilance, and doubt.
He slowly loosened his arms.
"If you don't want me to do this, don't provoke me in the future."
The woman bit her lip and lowered her eyes.
The sloppy mouth caught his eye again. He mocked himself and stood up from the bed, but her muffled voice scratched his nerves.
"No, who said I didn't like it?"
Barcas looked down at her with cold eyes.
She asked for it as if she were looking for something she had left behind.
"I won't cry anymore, so keep going. There's still some medicine left.
For a moment, a fierce heat swept through his stomach.
He frowned at the sensation that was close to unpleasant.
What does this woman want from me?
"I wish you were sick. Very, many, a lot."
One day, while she was drunk, the words she had been thinking flashed through his mind.
At the time, it was a word that was passed off casually. Even now, more than ten years later, the sense of pain has not returned. He couldn't even remember what the pain felt like now.
But it came to him that maybe this feeling he was feeling now was close to pain.
"I, I didn't want to do it, so go away."
Thalia, unable to endure the long silence, pressed against his chest.
Barcas grabbed her hand as if snatching it and pulled her ridiculously light body onto his lap. Her body, which had been stiffened by tension, quickly loosened.
He wrapped her creepily smooth hair around his fingers and bit her wet lips.
She was always a woman who had to mess up not only others but also herself.
From the time he took her responsibility, he had guessed that his orderly world would be ruined.
Barcas closed his eyes, feeling the heat that seemed to crush his intestines.
It was as if he was swallowing venom.
***
The journey went smoothly.
After visiting the main estates in the northeast, we moved south and toured various commercial areas.
For a while, the panoramic view of the magnificent city unfolded one after another, followed by the warm hospitality of wealthy merchants and nobles.
But nothing appealed to me. This is because my mind was full of confusion.
I groped my prickly lips and looked out the window.
Among the knights marching in an orderly manner, Barcas's figure caught sight of at first glance.
Wearing a black breastplate and driving his horse in an upright posture, he looked like a cold lord in himself. It was hard to imagine a primitive man who indulged in kissing my lips every night.
Feeling my inside twist at will, I drew curtains on the window. However, even though the view was blocked, the thoughts that lingered in my head did not stop.
I obsessively recalled the actions I had repeatedly done with him.
Barcas never kissed me first without my request. But that didn't mean he was forced to comply. He would always kiss me relentlessly until I was pushed to my limit and struggled. At times, it seemed like he was more complacent.
But when I was frightened by the unbearably deep contact and pushed back, Barcas obediently withdrew with a pale face. At that time, I also felt that everything was my exaggeration.
I habitually pressed my lips closely, then felt a tingling pain and frowned. When I groped it with my fingertips, there was a faint trace of blood.
There was no way to know if it was my wound or if it was made by Barcas. Recently, Barcas has been wrinkling my lips more often.
I, fiddling with my lips, closed my eyes slightly. Just as I was about to take a nap to clear my congested mind, the carriage that had been running nonstop stopped moving.
"We've arrived, let's get off."
A blunt voice came over the window.
I adjusted my disheveled attire and went out of the carriage.
The wide plain was dotted with large cone-shaped barracks and old huts. I was bewildered by the rather simple scenery. Compared to the north, where the gap between the rich and the poor is severe, the south was generally wealthy, so it had been a long time since I visited the village.
"We're going to stay here tonight."
A young mounted warrior whom Barcas had escorted approached and explained.
"It may be uncomfortable, but please bear with me for one day."
I walked away without saying anything.
Barcas was talking to a man who appeared to be the town's caretaker. As I stared at him from afar, Barcas nodded to me.
I cautiously approached him. Then Barcas put his hand on my shoulder and spat out at the man in a businesslike tone.
"We are going to set up a separate barracks, so you just need to provide a place for my wife to stay."
I looked up at him with surprised eyes.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Tonight, there will be a light subjugation battle."
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