Blood Moon Rising Over The Plains - Chapter 1: The Invader (4) (M)

His expression twisted into something strange as he looked down at me, as though he, too, had been caught off guard. I reached out, my hand wrapping around his, halting the rhythm he had set.

[“Huu…”]

He dipped his head, pressing his face against the nape of my neck. A faint sting of pain followed as his teeth grazed my skin, making me gasp softly.

“Ngh.”

Even my body, which had all but melted moments before, interpreted the pain as pleasure. His tongue followed, dragging hot and wet along my neck before he latched on, sucking deeply.

“…Mmh.”

Despite the heated moans escaping my lips, I didn’t stop. Removing his hand, I placed mine over it, taking control. My hand moved along the length, slick with a mixture of precum, fluids, and the remnants of his earlier release, making the motion effortless.

His hardened length slid smoothly beneath my touch, wet and pulsating, the prominent veins pressing against my palm with raw intensity.

[“Haa…”]

The man gathered my disheveled hair to one side, exposing my bare nape, which he eagerly lavished his attention upon.

Despite the incredible strength suggested by his bite, his teeth nipped delicately, almost teasingly, at my skin. Wet, fleeting kisses followed, their soft sounds filling the space. Occasionally, his lips lingered longer, marking me with a series of vivid red bruises.

Even without seeing it, I could feel the mess he was making of my neck, the skin throbbing under his relentless ministrations. His long tongue traced slowly upward, from my shoulder to my ear, tasting me like prey. I shivered uncontrollably, the sensation overwhelming, as if he were staking his claim and leaving his mark behind.

His hand, moving languidly over my waist, suddenly dipped lower. With a deliberate motion, his fingers slid through the space between my thighs, brushing against my abdomen before settling deeper.

“Ngh…!”

Guided by the man’s hand, my legs were spread wide, leaving my overstretched thighs trembling uncontrollably from exhaustion.

With a wet squelch, his hand delved into my core, already drenched with a mix of fluids—his and mine. Despite my body being more than ready, requiring no further stimulation, he showed no hesitation. His fingers, coated in his own release, pushed inside without pause.

Chibuk—

As his thick fingers entered my already full and sensitive interior, an uncontrollable trickle of semen escaped, dripping audibly with an embarrassing sound that filled my ears. My cheeks flushed crimson at the vivid noise near my ear.

“Ahh, haah!”

Overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure, I instinctively quickened the motion of my hand. I could feel his length twitch beneath my touch, growing even harder than before. Just a bit more—just a little further—

Chibuk, chibuk—

The slick, wet sounds echoed rhythmically, intensifying the heated atmosphere.

The overwhelming pleasure radiating from my lower body, combined with the lewd sounds reverberating in my ears, made it feel as though my mind was about to overheat. Hurry, faster—

[“Krrgh…“]

In that moment, thick white liquid spurted high into the air, landing on my chest. The force of it was so strong that it splattered not only on my hands but also against my cheek, even coating my nearby legs in the sticky release.

As the man shuddered with his release, even the fingers buried inside me trembled slightly from the intensity. I glanced down at my skin, now coated with his thick essence, before shifting my gaze to his now partially spent member.

It was the first time I had brought him to climax myself, and for a moment, a faint sense of satisfaction flickered through me. But it didn’t last long.

Beneath my hand, I could feel it stirring again, growing harder once more. I stared at it in disbelief, wondering where this endless stamina came from, unsure if it would ever truly relent.

I gently pulled away the man’s fingers, still buried inside me, and slowly slid my body down. He leaned back slightly in response, almost as if encouraging me, propping himself up on his arms to support his upper body.

In this half-reclined position, his lower body—his most vulnerable and intimate part—was laid bare before me. I exhaled a heated breath, feeling the slick warmth between my legs as I positioned myself at his tip, letting it press against my entrance.

“Ngh…”

The weight of my body caused him to sink deeper inside, pressing my core firmly against his lower abdomen. Placing both hands on his stomach to support myself, I began to move tentatively, a slight up-and-down motion.

Even with that small movement, sharp aches radiated through my waist, thighs, and abdomen, making me flinch with each jolt of pain. My body trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the strain.

It dawned on me—I’d made a mistake.

…This was too much.

“Ugh… ngh,” I whimpered, my voice barely escaping.

As I panted heavily, trying to push past the throbbing, weighted pleasure and force my aching body to move, I became acutely aware of an intense gaze fixed on me. There were only the two of us in this heated space, so it was obvious who it belonged to.

When I lifted my head, I was immediately met with his wide-open mouth as he captured me completely.

“Ah, hah… ahhhk!”

As I tried to crawl away, the man grabbed hold of my waist, pinning me firmly beneath him once more. His hips resumed their relentless rhythm, grinding into me with unyielding force. The heat from his sweat-drenched skin pressed against my back, sticky strands of my hair clinging to it.

Chuu—

Below, he ravaged me like a beast, his movements rough and merciless. Yet above, his lips met mine with surprising gentleness, tender and almost teasing. The stark contrast made it clear—his nature was cruel in the most maddening way.

His lips, which had been trailing soft kisses along my nape, suddenly dragged in a long, deliberate lick across my skin, ending with his teeth gently nibbling on my earlobe. A sharp jolt coursed through my body, making me flinch.

Thud! Thud!

The movements were slow but powerful. By now, I had come to recognize this rhythm as his tell—what he did just before releasing himself.

As his arms tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer, the fluids already inside me shifted with the force of his motion, stirring deep within.

[“Haa…”]

His heavy breathing, raw and heated, filled the air.

His deep, satisfied breaths carried a languid warmth, the sound low and resonant as they brushed against my ear.

“Ahhng!”

My body trembled uncontrollably, arching my back as my flushed face grew even redder. Every nerve in my body quivered as the sensation overwhelmed me once again.

[“You came again,”] he muttered, almost to himself, as his hand roamed over my abdomen, now slick and messy with his release. His touch lingered on the slight bulge of my stomach, faintly distended from everything he had poured into me.

“Haa-ngh!”

My arched back only emphasized the curves of my body, making the outline even more pronounced. I couldn’t bring myself to look down at it, my gaze fixed blankly on the air as I panted heavily.

[“…Around here, maybe?”]

His tone carried a hint of curiosity, almost as if he were questioning himself. As he ran his hand over the curve of my abdomen, his palm pressed firmly at the edge of the bulge.

“Haa-ahh!”

The pressure caused the fullness inside me to press against my inner walls, the sensation forcing a sharp cry from my lips. With his added force, the fluid that had been filling me slipped out, trickling down as my trembling walls gave way.

Drip—trickle.

The semen, now thinned and watery after mixing with my fluids, trickled down sensitive skin, tickling as it dripped to the floor. The texture, no longer sticky but smooth, heightened the sensation.

My body jerked involuntarily, unable to stay still, yet the hand gripping my stomach held firm, rendering me motionless as he toyed with me like a plaything.

“Ugh… ha… ahh—ah!”

It seemed he found my trembling amusing, treating it as part of his game. His hips moved in wide, deliberate circles, dragging against my inner walls, scraping every sensitive spot with maddening precision.

“Ahh!”

Rather than merely scraping against me, the firm hand pressing down on my stomach made every movement within feel even more pronounced. The relentless motions inside caused another wave of tremors to wrack my body.

“Hnn…”

A tear that had pooled at the corner of my eye slid down my cheek. I had long since lost the strength to hold myself upright, my neck giving out as I slumped limply to the floor. My eyes, heavy with exhaustion, threatened to close entirely.

As the overwhelming pleasure slowed to a halt, my body went slack, no longer taut from the strain. But the fullness within me remained, an undeniable weight. At least with no further motion, it became a little easier to bear.

Rustle—

A tickling sensation brushed across my forehead as strands of my hair were pushed back. His clumsy hand toyed with my hair, stroking it as though it fascinated him. I vaguely recalled how, even back at the wooden shack, he had never failed to hand me scented oil for my hair, even if he neglected to offer food.

Whoosh.

A sudden gust of wind made me shiver, my body instinctively curling in on itself. Though the nearby fire still burned, my sweat-drenched skin cooled quickly, leaving me chilled.

[“Hmm. Catching a cold at a time like this would be troublesome,”] he muttered, his tone light but matter-of-fact.

A fur blanket that had been pushed aside was gently pulled over my body, and an arm slid under my head, wrapping around my back, while another arm circled my waist. Heat quickly radiated through me, warming my chilled skin as I blinked drowsily, soon succumbing to a deep sleep.

[“So, it seems the khan has taken a liking to that Sogdian woman,”] a voice commented above me.

[“Hmm, not bad,”] he replied smoothly, his tone resonating in a way that felt as though it carried weight. “She’s appropriately yielding, yet has enough spirit. And she doesn’t overstep her bounds with undue greed.”

The words were foreign, yet their melody was oddly entrancing, unlike the cacophonous language I had heard back in my village.

[“Sogdians are rare,”] the other voice continued. [“And you mentioned she doesn’t bear the mark of a slave?”]

[“Does it matter?”] he retorted. [“I’ve decided she’s mine. If anyone comes claiming ownership, I’ll simply sever their hands and feet and leave them to the steppe.”]

[“Oh? I didn’t expect the khan to take such a personal interest,”] the voice teased.

[“Whether to make her my khatan or keep her as a concubine remains to be seen,”] he mused.

[“Either way, when we return after this war, the elders of the clan will surely be pleased.”]

[“Pleased? They’ll be too busy throwing their daughters at me, terrified I might replace them at the table.”] His tone was sharp, almost mocking. [“If they’re so fond of it, perhaps you should take them, Buka.”]
[“Oh, come now. Just because I jest doesn’t mean you can offload them on me. I’d consider myself lucky if they didn’t spend the nights with a dagger under their pillows.”]

The playful grumbling voice sounded vaguely familiar, though I couldn’t place where I’d heard it before.

[“The women of the clans are as ambitious as the steppe is vast,”] he remarked dryly. [“Their fathers have taught them well.”]

[“Naturally,”] the other replied. [“To secure the khan is to hold half the clan’s power in their grasp. They’ll do whatever it takes.”]

“Mmnh…” I shifted in response to the noisy conversation, unable to fully settle back into my rest.

[“…Well, food and water are replenished, and the spoils have been set aside,”] Buka reported.

[“Good. Understood.”]

[“Shall we depart immediately?”]

Annoyed by the ongoing chatter, I whimpered softly, pushing my face into the warmth of the arm cradling me to escape the cold wind brushing against my exposed cheek. The arm shifted, drawing the fur higher to cover my head. A calloused hand brushed my cheek, tucking away loose strands of hair.

[“Let’s rest a little longer,”] he said after a pause.

[“As you wish,”] came the reply.

Crackle.

The surrounding noise softened, leaving only the soothing crackle of the fire as a lullaby. The hand that had been tidying my hair lingered, brushing lightly against my cheek. I flinched at the rough texture, furrowing my brows at the sting.

“Mm…”

Poke.

A finger pressed against my cheek, prompting a grumble of irritation.

So annoying…

Curled into a ball, I rubbed my cheek against the firm surface near my forehead, seeking relief from the ticklish sensation. The intrusive hand retreated, allowing me to drift back toward sleep. Just as my breathing steadied, the disturbance returned, tugging lightly at my cheek.

“Ugh…!”

Frustrated, I swung my hand out blindly, catching the offending hand and hugging it close, pressing it firmly against me. My chest shifted against it, and the slow, steady thrum of a heartbeat echoed in the quiet night.

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