Marriage And Absente - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The woman who had been rubbing her plump mounds burst into tears with a short scream and pushed him away. He closed their distance again and thrusted as the woman groaned. She shook her head, her eyes wet with tears. Between her legs, which were spread wide, his manhood was clamped down by the thick inner walls that made it even more swollen.

“Stay, don’t move. Stay still— Ugh!”

Every time he thrusted inside, she shrieked and her entrance would tighten. She couldn’t figure out whether to stop or encourage him. Everytime he moved his hips and penetrated her, his length that had been digging shallowly gradually grew bigger. After a while, he managed to fit his entire length inside her, reaching into her deepest parts.

The woman who had spread her legs tightly trapped his manhood. Every time he rocked his waist back and forth, she reciprocated by grinding into him in return, her cheeks wet with tears and her lips fluttering.

“What? I can’t hear you…”

Only inaudible bubbles came out of her red lips. It would have made more sense if she was making fun of his manhood due to how her lips moved but no sound came out. He exhaled harshly and groaned. Each time he thrusted, his seed would be released inside her, moving in and out. Her breasts were pert as she was aroused, the heart inside her chest pounding pounding wildly, as the bed shook violently.

He picked her up by her arms, crossing them over to keep her closer to him. The woman shook her head, trying to keep her lips closed. Every time she trembled with pleasure, her fluids would come out even though she had yet to reach her climax. He pulled out and leaned down, taking in her scent as he placed his nose over her entrance, drinking in all of it. He sucked on her flower, teasing her expertly with the tip of his tongue.

“Ah, aaaah! Ugh! Aah! ”

The woman moaned with a seductive voice, her chest heaving as she was out of breath. He gently bit her flower’s hardened bud, then pierced her entrance with one finger. He rubbed her inner walls playfully, enjoying how generously she released her fluids. He rubbed her cl*toris vigorously, and she couldn’t do anything by writhe in pleasure.

He pulled her up to change her position. He still wanted to drink freely from her, to dip his tongue inside the entrance that had only been lying quietly. He made her sit on his face after she sat upright. The woman then tightened her thighs and swung her hips back and forth.

As her bodily fluids overflowed, he lapped it all up with his tongue, thrusting his finger into her soaked folds. As he sucked on her bud to make her more wet, the woman moaned nonstop, a seductive voice wailing loudly as her own fingers reached down.

He watched the woman play with her entrance in front of him, but at this sight, he finally came to his senses. He looked down. His girth, which had been so aroused below the duvet, was covered with the woman’s sweet scent. It was still up. Hard. He thought it was shameful that he was grinding his hips until midnight, and even releasing his load once.

Fortunately, there was no one next to him right now. He looked at her undershirt and blanket with a displeased expression, then got up and looked out the window. What he saw was a loquat tree and a green vegetable garden. When he looked at the carrots and cabbages that had been pulled out in advance, whether it was for breakfast or not, it seemed like the field that she cultivated modestly was a carrot and cabbage field.

He stared at the colourful garden. There was no man in sight on the way to the warehouse. He was thinking about going out to try and solve it, but he thought it would be a bigger problem if he bumped into her. He looked down at the bulge that was as big as the horse’s, and even as thick.

Of course, he couldn’t remember if he had ever used it in his life, or when was the last time he used it. The heat from his lower body rose, and he felt a tight sensation in his chest. He picked up the blanket, crushed it in his hands, and put it in front of his nose. After that, he spread the towel on the bed.

He grabbed his length and bit his lip. The smooth tip filled his hand.

‘No matter how desperate, how can you be this crazy…’

A woman’s thin, white hand appeared as an apparition overlapping his dark hand, holding the tip of his member. With that woman’s hand, she wouldn’t be able to hold all of it in one hand. With that little hand…

He imagined how she would use both hands to stroke his manhood clumsily and poorly. At he thought of the woman gripping and playing with her own entrance to stimulate herself, his manhood got more aroused, erecting even further.

“Ugh…”

His muscles became more tense, his rod stiffening with much vigour. His lips curled, and his brows narrowed. The breaths that huffed out of his lips were filled with heated desire. As he took a deep breath, he rubbed his length back and forth at a quicker pace.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound.

The only thought that filled his mind was the woman who was approaching him. Her two plump breasts, him pounding into her, this heat… The sound of her sobbing that flowed into his ears so sweetly, the teardrops that wetted her cheeks, and even her crying that crossed the threshold from reluctance to pleasure…

Creak.

The man couldn’t hear the door open, entirely concentrated on the illusion of the body of the woman who was constantly on his mind. When he finally reached his climax, a rush of opaque c*m soaked his hand. And at that time, when he took a breath and turned around—

“Ah…”

“…”

“S-sorry, I’m sorry. I’m…”

He couldn’t say anything in return. Her green eyes wandered around and quivered violently. The woman immediately averted her gaze, her face flushing red then turning pale one moment after another. He hurriedly cleaned his torso and hand, grabbed the towels that had been piled up on the bed, and went outside.

* * *

She didn’t know how to spend her time on that day. Long after the man left the hut, Swan headed to the valley. She was still confused by all the things she had witnessed, but she had a task at hand.

To survive the winter, she needed to gather all the herbs she could to make medicine, then dry and steam them so she could sell some of them in the market. Usually, she did this at least twice in a month, but this time it increased to thrice.

It was because of the patient that stayed in her shack. She had to forget about what she just saw inside the shack before, so Swan thought of other things. About Tom, who hadn’t come back for 3 days, or about her financial state.

However, while thinking about Tom, she remembered the thick and long rod that the man had. Even when she thought about firewood that she needed to gather for winter, she remembered the back of the man who had been stroking that large thing.

She knew what it meant when a man did that. Occasionally, the widows, who lived with Tom as if they were married, would hold Swan and whisper so.

Every time she walked down a hilly mountain road to Tom’s house, she thought of the women who sprawled themselves at his house as if it were their own home, watching as Swan came in. They giggled and talked about Swan as if she weren’t there, pointing out her innocence and her naivety when it came to men.

In any case, since she was a ‘woman who had experienced a man once’ the widows did not take such blatant gossip seriously. Without hesitation, they warned her about the insidious nature of a man.

Such a thing, even such a man as the one in the cabin also had it. She just thought he was a man who was as rigid as an ice wall. She thought he was a man who simply wore a lump of iron and gave off a cool glow from his eyes.

Even that man would do that whenever he thought about a woman… No. If he placed that over someone’s lower body, that’s how it’s done, or so Nancy said, who’s been with Tom for the longest time. When men wanted to hold women, when those desires weighed heavily on their lower belly, they all did that. But…

Her cheeks flushed red. Who was the woman he thought of when did that? Did he have some experience with women? If he did, then who…

She pursed her lips.

She remembered the smooth skin that had rubbed her fingers as they lay down together. As Swan had only ever been close to women, she realized how different his body was. But of course. This was natural—he’s a man. But for Swan, it was the first time she met a person like him.

A man who was so big and hard, with no soft curves, really…

“Ouch—”

She staggered as her feet tripped over cracks in the stone. Swan took a moment to catch her breath. This was a hillside. Her mind was scattered due to all the thoughts that had been swirling in her head.

Swan blinked and looked ahead. A considerable amount of herbs were available in the lowlands. It wasn’t difficult to do this because she cultivated and planted seeds in the garden by herself.

However, the ‘Fairy Eyes’ that were ordered from the lord’s castle was a plant that wasn’t commonly and easily found. It’s not only because of the benefits it had, but also because it was so difficult to obtain.

As a pharmacist who studied medicinal herbs instead of learning how to read, she had the ability to find a herb that could rarely be found in the slopes, not by using her head, but by using her senses. It was difficult for ordinary people to learn the mountain’s terrain.

Swan gasped and caught her breath. Although she slightly sprained her ankle, it wasn’t too difficult to move. She already gathered enough herbs, so she took a break after a few more stems. She reached out in search of stones and hard soil.

She could feel the stinging sensation on her palm. She climbed up to the middle of the valley, prying hard on the hard soil. Since there was no road paved for humans to use, she had to do this kind of hard work to dig up the wild grass that grew in the wild like the ‘Fairy Eyes.’

But it’s never taken this long for her to climb….

She caught her breath as she watched as the sky began to darken. The ‘Fairy Eyes’ bloomed not on flat ground, but on an uphill path that needed to be climbed. Swan wiped away her sweat and collected the herbs.

Foolish thoughts kept entering her mind, and so she continued to trip over and over. She tried to control her feet, yet she did it again and again. When she saw a ball of dirt falling from a mossy rock, she wondered in her head, ‘What should I say when I go home?’

‘Did he leave? He left without saying a word…. But he can’t do that…..’

Swan wetted her lips and asked herself, recalling last night. She didn’t do anything wrong, but it didn’t feel good to be treated so coldly. He had never given her a friendly smile… But she slept well just because someone filled the place beside her.

He was a man who seemed like she would never get close to, but when she tossed and turned, she remembered the dawn when she embraced him. To tell the truth, she wasn’t hugging him, only that she was leaning her head against his chest.

Her cheeks flushed. Her strength loosened for a moment when her hand held a rock. But at that moment—

“Ack!”

The place where she was going to fall was damp moss. It was but an instant. Swan, who screamed, closed her eyes tightly.

“Are you okay?”

“A-ah…”

The hand that supported her hips was very stable. The familiar scent of the man flooded her senses. Swan’s shoulders shook as she heard his voice. ‘How am I supposed to…’ The bridge of her nose was red. Swan blinked and looked up.