Savage Forest - Chapter 54

Chapter 54

On the other hand, Tarhan’s body was as hard as it could be.

Between her soft thighs, he could feel the man’s terrifyingly erect pillar. As he gripped her chin, eagerly coveting her cheeks, he then inserted and withdrew his pointed tongue deep inside her mouth.

Enya gasped and twisted her body at the explicit display of his desires.

It was the first time in months.

The reason why Tarhan and her body were entwined naked like this pushed the two into a crucible of excitement.

His touch brought her body to the surface in an instant, and the sound of the splashing water was drowned out by the rapid breathing of the two people panting.

Tarhan eagerly ran his rough, stubby hands along the texture of her skin. Enya also groped her fingers through the veins and muscles bristling through his hot, hard body. It got to the point where she couldn’t stand it any longer, wanting to embrace his hot and firm thing inside.

And at that moment, he pressed his wet lips onto her, clutching her chest with his large hands.

“Ha-uhk…!”

The slight pain caused Enya to open her eyes and wince.

Tarhan also removed his hand from her body like a man on fire. Both of them were dumbfounded by the sudden interruption of the flow. She forgot that a few days ago, she complained of a tingling pain in her sensitively swollen chest along with nausea.

Tarhan, who pulled breathlessly away from her body, looked down at her with a face even more startled than hers.

“Enya…?”

The reason quickly began to return to his eyes. Enya felt his eyes stare at her painfully swollen breasts, filled with regret and remorse.

“Does your chest hurt…?”

She felt him scan her with piercing eyes.

She hurriedly lowered her arm around the man’s neck to cover her chest. Enya was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even make eye contact. Her breasts often swelled around the time her moon cycle started again after they stopped for several months, so she hadn’t cared.

However, Tarhan immediately apologized, lowering the arm that covered her chest.

“Sorry… I made a mistake. I’m out of my mind for a moment…”

Enya didn’t answer, only shook her head.

“No. It’s just a little stingy…”

The hot spring water formed on her chest and dripped. Tarhan stared at Enya’s chest, stopping her arm as she kept raising her hand to cover it.

Because of that, her cheeks turned red at the blatant gaze. The mammary glands were reflected in the round breasts. Drops of water fell on it and hung on the tips of the n*pples. It looked like it was dripping with milk.

At the same time, her forgotten memories came to mind.

When she couldn’t help but cry because there was no baby to suck on her wet chest, the man in front of her was the one who sucked and massaged her breasts every day and night to loosen the clogged duct.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, a stinging heat rose on her face and around her eyes.

Trying to wipe the moisture off her chest by running her fingers through it only made it worse. Then, Tarhan lowered his head and gently licked the water.

Enya was a little startled and held her breath.

He didn’t stop there before brushing the water off her stomach and licking it clean to her navel. He carefully covered her heavy chest with his hands and lifted them up, then pressed his soft lips to the bristling n*pples.

He sucked slowly with a weak force that didn’t hurt at all.

Until he finished the act, Enya stiffened in embarrassment. He made her rest comfortably on top of him.

His eyes, which looked down at the woman with a reddening blush even to her earlobes, deepened. Meanwhile, Enya blankly leaned against Tarhan’s broad chest, thinking for a while. She felt his shoulders moving and closed her eyes. She was feeling kind of depressed.

If it was scary, then it wasn’t.

The next moment, she opened her mouth.

“…Do you remember the baby’s name?”

Enya immediately regretted the question in the immediate silence.

Tarhan swallowed a gulp and raised his head. The expression on the man’s face looking down at her, was desperate, as if he was trying to swallow something and failed.

He didn’t answer easily.

Enya naturally recalled the incident at that time, back when she was still holding Tarhan’s baby in her stomach… the days when she spoke fearlessly of her soon-to-be-shattered hopes. They hadn’t named the baby for a very long time. It was until her stomach grew so swollen that she couldn’t even look down at her toes.

It was not because of a lack of affection for the child. Rather, their affection was too full and overflowing, and that was why they didn’t give it a name.

The tribal people did not even think of a baby’s name if they were less than 100 days old. Because too many mothers and babies died during that time, so, what would it be like for a child still in the stomach?

At that time, Tarhan never listened to Enya’s request to name the baby despite whispering in her sleep.

Eventually, he opened his heavy mouth just as when he was about to embark on a harsh war like now. It was a time when the birth date was not far away.

“…Rahill.”

As the man hesitantly uttered the words, Enya’s eyes widened at the name she never heard before. Tarhan spoke the baby’s name once again, with the correct pronunciation.

“Rahill. It means good luck in my hometown language.”

It meant good luck.

She felt like she knew why, even if he didn’t tell her. However, the name had to disappear into the back of her memory without ever being called again.

Recalling their old conversation, Enya felt her eyes tingle. She buried her face again in Tarhan’s shoulder. Even though she didn’t want to recall the painful memories, there were times when they came suddenly, like now.

At such times, she gave up resistance to the feeling she could not overcome. She was so saddened that she had no choice but to be swept away.

When asked if he remembered the baby’s name, Tarhan did not answer for a long time. His hand just went on and on her thin back and splashed warm water on her shoulder. Would he choose to turn away again?

Enya squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her eyes filled with fog.

Then, he opened his mouth.

It was an answer that sounded like a low moan, almost desperate.

“…I never forgot.”

Enya impulsively lifted her head, feeling her heart contract. The man’s hand, who was caressing her back, grew tense as if trying to push something. It was almost obsessive.

Tarhan muttered in a strong tone, chasing away his sudden rush of thoughts.

“…Just don’t think about anything. Stay safe, eat well and sleep well here until I return. Then, everything will be fine.”

For Enya, Tarhan’s words sounded like something he was muttering to himself rather than to her. Through his hand stroking her shoulder, she could feel the man’s uneasiness.

Why was it that she was the reason for his anxiety?

It was this man who went to the battlefield where life and death was at stake.

Those words only filled her with resentment. She felt like she was going to die if she couldn’t bring this stupid man closer to her right away.

Enya stroked the man’s thick nape with both hands, then grabbed his cheek and forced him to bow before kissing him on the lips. For a moment, she felt strength go into the man’s body. Eventually, his body relaxed, and he wrapped himself around her body.

As she opened her mouth, Tarhan’s tongue pressed in with a deep sigh.

Opening her mouth and kissing him, she caressed his cheek, groping down the water droplets on his clavicle, his firm chest beneath it, and his muscles that were stacked like bricks. Then, she slipped her hand between her stone-hard thighs.

The man’s breathing quickened in an instant. Tarhan quickly pulled his face away from Enya and mumbled troublingly.

“I didn’t come here for this… I’m going to let you rest in the warm water…”

Enya quickly kissed the man again to stop him from speaking.

“Shh… Tarhan.”

Pressing his wet lips and holding her swollen breasts against him, she groped her hands deep between his thighs to smooth them further inside.

After rubbing his rock-hard thighs for a moment, she squeezed the man’s pillar wrapped in thick bushes in her hand. The man muttered a small curse, then closed his eyes in dizziness and touched his forehead with one hand.

The watery chest swelled up and down with each breath he took in and exhaled.

“Enya… don’t do this. Ugh, you said… you were not feeling well.”

The man, who was burning up to his earlobes, wheezed and lifted her arm. Still, she even more eagerly grabbed his chin and pressed her wet lips along the nape of his neck. While fiddling with his red-hot ear, she slowly began to sweep the large pillar in one hand.

When the man groaned and bent his head completely back, Enya gained courage from that and started rubbing it with force.

“Hu-uhk, uh.. D*mn it…”

Finally, Tarhan, completely subdued by her touch, clasped his hand over hers. As Enya’s breathing was also quickening, he quickly began to sweep the upright pillar with their hands overlapping.

The hot yet firm pillar grew even more bulky in her hand.

Not long after, Tarhan’s pillar touched under Enya’s hand and soon spurted out the slimy liquid. The man’s body tightened against her body as if not to weigh her down, then released in an instant. He let out a moan from the back of his throat.

Tarhan, who had crinkled his forehead and put one hand on his head and tilted his head back, soon came to his senses.

“You… really bad. I didn’t want to come here to… ugh…”

Enya continued to sweep the pillar without letting go of it until the end. The man’s thing continued to ooze thick, thick liquid even after the climax was over. What had already been poured out wet her thighs that were sitting on top of him.

Tarhan, who was looking at the marks he had left, looked at Enya with a look of bewilderment.

Even after having already finished once, his thing still stood upright again as if he had never drained the liquid out.

“Ta, Tarhan…”

Nevertheless, Enya wasn’t satisfied with that, and as she sat on his thighs, she tried to put his stuff underneath her, which had already been loosened.

Tarhan quickly stopped her from doing that.

“Stop, stop… I heard that you were not feeling well and that you were lying down until you went up to the altar…”

His voice cracked terribly, and Enya’s face flushed like it was going to burst. She reassured him by turning her head slightly to look at his flushed cheekbones.

“It’s, it’s okay. Tarhan… just…do it…”

The hoarse voice sounded like a plea.

At that moment, Enya seemed to have gone half mad. She felt like she would die if she didn’t put Tarhan inside her right now.

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