Forgotten Fields - Chapter 123




He carefully wraps himself around her.

The smooth flesh of sweat wrapped around his body like velvet. As he slowly rubbed his body as if savoring the touch, a hint of fear appeared on her small face, immersed in darkness.

As if erasing it, he thrust his tongue into her cramped mouth again. As he voraciously searched through the rusty mucous membranes, a purring sensation tickled his throat.

He gasped heavily, gently pressing down on her wriggling, soft body.

Her skin was now slippery with sweat. No. Maybe it came from him. His mind became cloudy due to the sudden rise in body temperature.

He rubbed his body, hardened by desire, against her soft body like petals, and slid his lips along her slender neckline.

He gently bit the fast-pulsing nape of her neck, and she shuddered and drove her nails into his shoulder.

For some reason, the excitement increased even more when the rough nails scraped off the skin due to repeated long and then broken from time to time.

He bit her protruding collarbone as if fueling her behavior, sucked it hard, and then lowered his lips to her chest that rose and fell heavily.

Her body, which had been stiff as if she was frightened by the unfamiliar act, suddenly became stiff. He swept down her trembling spine as if soothing, and took a bite of the soft flesh in his mouth.

A mixture of moans and cries poured down over the top of his head. The heat that swept through his body was now reaching an unbearable level. However, his wife was still unable to relax.

Barcas gently stroked all parts of her stiff body with nervous hands. As his hands gradually turned down, the tension around her intensified. He whispered in a hoarse voice into her hot ear.

"It's okay. You won't get hurt, so relax."

In the darkness, he saw her big eyes flickering aimlessly.

He kissed the corners of her eyes, which were moistened with sweat and tears, and caressed her carefully. The woman, who was tossing and turning as if she was uncomfortable, gradually began to accept his touch. The sensational sight made his back spin tingle for a moment.

Barcas, who kept his upper body upright and watched her reaction, gritted his teeth and pulled her closer. At the hand gesture that became more intimate, the lips that were swollen like roses, and the newly cracked beauty flowed out.

"Oh, that's it. It's done, so do it quickly."

He chewed on her molars. He felt like hia body was about to burst with the desire to obey her orders. However, he could not be deceived twice.

"No. I still have to put up with it."

"I don't like it. I can't stand it. So stop now."

He swallowed the little lips that encouraged him.

Her sweaty, slippery forearms immediately wrapped around his neck. This woman used to make him dizzy with such capricious behavior. He frantically devoured the woman who always drove him crazy, locked her in his arms, and frantically devoured the woman who would back away when he approached her and looked resentful when he stepped back.

How much do you have to caress the wet flesh and rub your tongue? He felt her body, which had been stiff from tension, loosen little by little.

He grabbed her right thigh and slowly lowered himself. The moist texture enveloped him.

Thalia exhaled, and Barcas clutched the back of the bed tightly and tightened his thighs. As he suppressed his body's attempt to run amok, his spine was soaked with sweat.

After enduring for a while, crushing the inner flesh of his cheeks, he soon pushed his waist forward a little more. Then a pent-up moan erupted from her mouth.

Despite his long efforts, she couldn't easily accept him.

Barcas, frowning at the growing pressure, lay on top of her and took a deep breath. It wasn't a very good Idea. As the fever rose and the body odor was thicker than usual, it filled his lungs, and he became distracted.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed the head of the bed even harder. Along with the sound of a string, he heard the sound of a dense wooden board being crushed.

He looked down with a flinch, wondering what would happen if she was frightened by it. But his wife didn't seem to be aware of anything going on around her.

When he saw her eyes, completely immersed in unfamiliar sensations, the reins of reason were completely broken.

He began to move his hips back and forth, resting on the side of her head. Trying not to run amok like a horse in heat was all he could do at that moment.

The muscles of his whole body convulsed as he controlled himself so as not to damage her body, which was so fragile that it swayed in the wind.

Barcas, who had been repeatedly entering and retreating shallow with his glabellar, bit his back when the pressure did not subside.

At that moment, she hugged his back tightly and let out a strange sound mixed with crying and sobbing. The moment he realized that his name was mixed in it, his blood flowed hot all over his body.

He stuck his tongue in her mouth and continued the pause of the motion. He couldn't restrain himself anymore.

The desire to let go of the reins gradually picked up speed. He tried his best to control it again, but once it got out of control, the gesture only gradually intensified.

He looked at her, his face contorted with a sense of defeat.

"Isn't it painful?"

At the question he barely spat out, she shook her head and clung to his neck.

"Ha, it doesn't hurt at all."

The damp breath pressed against his eardrums like a hot candle.

He grabbed her waist tightly, scraping her restraint. Maybe she's lying. Isn't she a woman who habitually tortures herself? This time, it may be that she is forcing herself to swallow the pain. Never let go...

"But it's so weird, Barcas.. What should I do?"

A voice mixed with tears took away all his thoughts at once.

He chewed on profanity that he had never put in his mouth and pressed her body against the sheet.

As the wet flesh completely enveloped him, even the remaining handful of thinking power evaporated in an instant. Soon after, the sound of the bed creaking violently and panting filled the darkness.

He roughly stole the sweat droplets from ee forehead with the back of his hand, Iooking down at her as she swayed with his movements.

The swaying gesture was like a water lily swept away by a rough current. He grabbed her delicate body and crawled to the end of his desire. At that moment, her body began to twitch slightly.

She held on tightly to his back, which was twisting in paroxysms, and tensed his spine. Soon after, a violent explosion occurred in his stomach with a fierce shudder that pierced his spine.

Feeling his vision blur, he closed his eyes staggeringly.

Barcas didn't know how much he was doing this. He waited for the rough breathing to subside, then slowly raised his upper body and looked at her.

As he carefully brushed off his sweaty hair, he saw a face that seemed to be stunned. The sight of her limb drooping and not moving made a chill in his heart.

He clasped her cheeks, which were soaked with sweat and tears, and looked impatiently into her out-of-focus eyes.

"Are you okay?"

She looked up at him with a puzzled look.
Fortunately, there was no sign of distress. It seemed that she was just exhausted because he had exhausted all her energy at once.

He kissed her eyes with an unknown Impulse. Then, her hazy eyes widened, and a violent ripple occurred from inside her dilated pupils.

Before he could figure out why, his shoulders were pushed. He looked down at her with a frown. The woman was scrambling and trying to get out from under him. He instinctively subdued it.

"Why?"

"Get out of the way! It's heavy."

As her struggles intensified, he reluctantly stood up. Then, the woman rolled to the side, fumbled at her feet, grabbed a piece of clothing, and tried to put it on her body with an urgent hand.

Barks, who was staring at her silently, pulled her back.

"Lie down a little longer."

"What are you doing?"

The woman who was scratching shot at him in a voice that didn't go away.

"It's all over. Now I'm going back to my room."

"Who said it was over?"

He pulled the woman who was about to fall from him onto his lap and rubbed his lips against the hot nape of her neck. The sweet smell of flesh made his body's fever rise again.

"Please sleep in my room tonight."


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