Meanwhile, she was falling back into the slumber of sleep.
Feeling his heart grow impatient, he set her down on the bed and brushed back the tangled hair from her forehead. Then, her thin eyelids fluttered open, revealing unfocused pupils.
"...Did you come to the bedroom I use?"
The woman slowly raised her upper body as she looked around the dimly lit room with a bewildered expression.
He pressed her back down onto the cool sheets. Then, following the urge he'd been suppressing ever since he'd found her at the well, he thrust his tongue into her hot, moist mouth.
The woman, who had been cowering in surprise at the rough and desperate invasion, soon embraced his back. He felt a tingle run down his spine at her gentle touch, and greedily stroked the soft flesh inside.
The sweet moan that escaped her throat moistened his mouth. He clenched her small jaw and pushed his tongue deeper.
As he scratched the sensitive spot on the roof of her mouth, her head snapped back. He cupped her delicate neck with one hand, rubbing the throbbing vein with his thumb.
The irregular tremors transmitted through his palms made his body even hotter.
"Barcas... I'm suffocating."
Thalia, reaching her limit, struck his shoulder with her fist.
Barcas barely raised his head, his gaze flickering from her swollen, swollen lips to her eyes, where the light flickered. Even in the darkness, her bright blue eyes sparkled, moist and sparkling.
For a moment, it felt like a cold blade had pierced his chest. Previously, he'd assumed it was a reaction born of hostility. But now, he had some idea of the intense sensation this woman was evoking.
He covered her with his upper body and brought his red, sweaty lips to hers.
As he stroked her soft cheek and lightly bit her small earlobe, her slender shoulders trembled.
"Don't do that. It feels weird."
"How is it weird?"
As he stroked her narrow spine soothingly and repeatedly kissed her thin eyelids, the woman, with a puzzled expression, pulled him by the neck. Then, lifting her head, she bit his earlobe. In an instant, a shiver like lightning shot through his spine.
He gritted his teeth and lowered his head to keep from groaning loudly.
She nudged his ear as if playing a naughty prank, then blew hot breath into his eardrum.
"Doesn't it feel really weird?"
And then she giggles a little.
Barcas, who had been catching his breath, his whole body tense, raised his head and glared at her. Then, as if snatching her hair, he pulled it towards him and swallowed her smirking lips. Immediately afterwards, the slimy sound of mucous membranes brushing against each other echoed.
He doggedly explored every nook and cranny of her mouth, as if suffering from a crippling thirst. Grasping her soft, succulent flesh, he sucked greedily until he found the soft, succulent membrane inside her cheek. A groan escaped her lips, and she tore at his hair.
Enjoying the urgent touch, he pulled at the shirt that clung to his body, as if trying to knead it. The cool night air touched his flushed skin, but the burning heat showed no sign of abating.
He tossed his shirt under the bed, then climbed on top of her, embracing her soft, slender body. He kissed her delicate jaw and traced her vertebrae, one by one, through her thin nightgown.
He wanted to take off her clothes too, but he didn't think she could bear it if he went that far.
He traced his lips down the sensitive spot on her neck, then lightly bit the prominent collarbone. Thalia, shivering, pulled his head between her breasts.
He squeezed his eyes shut. It was the sweetest torture he'd ever experienced.
“Thalia.”
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, inhaling the sweet scent wafting from her skin.
His skin was now drenched in sweat. The man, heated to his limit, seemed poised to explode at any moment. The little bit of reason he had left warned him to retreat, but he couldn't bear to leave her.
“Kiss me some more.”
As he was trying to calm down, she asked in a wet voice.
He hesitated for a moment, but eventually he obeyed. He tilted his head back and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, then withdrew it repeatedly. The sticky friction resonated, as if their bodies were squeezing together.
He tried not to rub his body, flushed with excitement, against hers, and groped every inch of her moist mucous membrane.
How long had she been like that? Thalia, whose sensitive parts of her mouth had been persistently stimulated, suddenly stiffened her entire body, and her limbs fell limp.
He looked down at her, panting, his eyes unfocused, drifting blankly through the air.
He slid my gaze from that hazy face to the flushed nape of her neck, her sweat-soaked collarbone, and her rapidly rising and falling chest.
The feeling of being stabbed became more vivid. With difficulty, he shook off the tingling sensation, and with trembling hands, he removed the hair clinging to the nape of her neck.
Thalia, who was trying to catch her breath, sent him a questioning look.
It was a question asking why he didn't do it till the end.
He mumbled an answer and pulled the blanket over her body.
"You look very sleepy. Go to sleep now."
"...It's because of my weak energy, it'll be okay soon."
Then she wrapped her arms around his back and traced his prominent muscles with her fingertips.
He carefully removed her hand and brought it to his lips. As he kissed each of her pink-tinged knuckles, the woman, who had been wearing a disgruntled expression, shyly lowered her eyes. He showered her with kisses, even on her rosy bun, and hugged her soft, relaxed body to his chest.
He slipped one arm under her head and carefully brushed away her tangled hair, and soon he could hear her breathing evenly.
Barcas gazed down at the serene face illuminated by the candlelight for a long moment. He still felt as if something inside him had been cruelly torn apart, but strangely, his heart felt full. It was as if he had just reached the limit of a strong drink.
He pulled her a little closer. Her soft thighs, wrapped in a thin skirt, slid between his legs. Every part of him felt like it was on fire, but he didn't want to pull away.
He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her sweet scent to his heart's content.
Is this what it feels like to soak in a bath filled with belladonna juice?
The heat suffocating his lower body still persisted, but the warmth filling his embrace gradually made his mind tired. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, slowly sinking into the depths of sleep.
***
He was walking across a barren land.
Soon, an altar made of stacked human skulls appeared before his eyes.
When he raised his head, he saw countless corpses, their heads severed, hanging. Blood poured from their severed heads, flowing like a river, drenching the ground.
"This is the sin that flows in your blood."
When Barcas turned his head at the hand that grabbed his shoulder, he saw his father's face, frozen pale as a millstone.
He repeated, his empty eye sockets glowing crimson.
"Our people must atone. We must pay the price for the slaughter committed by our ancestors by being loyal to the empire."
He roughly shook the hand away.
Then, the man's hands transformed into chains, wrapping themselves tightly around his body. He tried to break them, but the ice-cold, heavy chains tightened their grip on his body.
"Why are you resisting?"
Then a soft voice rang out.
He raised his head and opened his eyes wide to find Bernadette smiling kindly.
The hand that had pulled him out of the grave came to cup his frozen cheek.
"Isn't life meaningless to you? If life is just about living, then you shouldn't mind devoting your life to keeping your promise to me."
The woman who whispered so affectionately embraced the back of his neck. The pure white stake also gradually hardened and became as cold as an ice-cold deer, weighing heavily on his shoulder.
He soon gave up resisting.
Immediately, a river of blood washed over him. A viscous, sticky liquid surged endlessly into his lungs and trachea. He sank into the dark, bloody water.
Then someone shook his shoulder violently.
Barcas opened his eyes wide and frowned at the light pouring into his retina.
After a while, a pale face came into view as his vision cleared.
For a moment, he was at a loss for what to do, then he noticed that her eyes were wet and raised his upper body.
"Why are you like that? Are you not feeling well...?"
"You weren't breathing."
She muttered in a terrified voice. He froze for a moment, then let out a soft sigh.
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