Blood Moon Rising Over The Plains - Chapter 2:The Raiders (1) (M)

Clop, clop!

The jarring motion rocked my entire body as I sat awkwardly, curling myself as much as possible. I clung tightly to the arm encircling me, like a safety bar on an amusement park ride.

The violent gallop brought with it a cruel wind that lashed against my face. The dull, lifeless blonde strands of the man’s hair whipped against my cheeks repeatedly, stinging with every strike.

I tried to pull the fur up to shield my face, but doing so left my calves exposed. The freezing wind lashed at them mercilessly, making them feel as though they were being torn apart.

Neither pain was bearable. If not for the sneakers on my feet or the fur wrapping my hands, I might have already lost a finger or toe to frostbite.

Finally, I lowered the fur from my face to cover my numbing calves instead. Instantly, the biting wind returned to my cheeks, carving through my skin like a blade. With each exhale, a white puff of breath formed and froze in the air.

I wanted to reach out, to pull my hand free and place it against my cheek for even a moment of warmth. But the thought of loosening the fur on this galloping horse was terrifying. If I slipped, I might fall—or worse, end up riding bareback, exposed to the elements.

As I shivered, my lips trembling uncontrollably, a massive hand extended from behind me and pressed gently against my cheek, cradling it. The hand gripping the reins carried the scent of worn leather, likely from years of handling rawhide. Despite the lack of gloves, the warmth of that hand surpassed the chill of my skin.

Heat radiated across my cheek where his palm rested, bringing belated awareness to the ache in my frozen skin. Then, the hand pushed my head down. My face turned involuntarily, and before I knew it, I was pressed against his firm chest.

Startled, I squirmed against the mixture of animal fur, earthy scents, and other smells clinging to his clothes and his muscular chest beneath them. I tried to lift my head, only for his hand to firmly hold me in place.

“[Stay still.]”

The words were curt, leaving no room for argument. I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes tightly. As much as I hated to admit it, his body radiated heat far beyond my own, and though the icy wind still whipped at my exposed scalp, at least my face was shielded.

Thrum, thrum—

The sound of hooves behind us grew deafening, hundreds of pounding feet thundering across the earth. It sounded less like a cavalry charge and more like an earthquake, the kind of rumble you could feel in your bones. Dust billowed up from the ground, clouding the air in a hazy swirl.

Whether I fell or someone tried to stop this march, it was clear: anyone caught beneath this stampede—no matter how heavily armed—would meet a brutal end.

I squeezed my eyes shut, plunging myself into the darkness behind my eyelids as if trying to escape reality. Yet I couldn’t escape the truth.

Last night, I had willingly thrust my neck into this beast’s maw.
For survival. To stay alive.

But I kept asking myself:
“Was that really the reason?”

Again and again, I shook my head, denying the thought. Yet, each time, the same answer resurfaced.

Last night, driven by instinct, I had sought him out. My actions had been ravenous, primal. Even though it was this man I consumed in those moments, I couldn’t deny that my instincts had overpowered reason.

I could have stopped there. I should have stopped there.

Instead, I clung to the heat of him, irrationally coveting it. I had resented the idea of it being wasted in the air, as if his release, his raw vitality, was somehow mine to claim.

Even now, I couldn’t let it go.

Yes, like I had gone mad.

I wasn’t in my right mind. Like someone drugged, I had opened my arms to this man and surrendered my body to him.

To survive? What a laughable excuse. I could have survived without doing that.

This isn’t right. The thought of how I had succumbed, swept away by pleasure and longing for this man like a madwoman, terrified me. I was utterly horrified by myself. What if I started to think that living like this might actually be okay?

What difference would there be between me and a beast then?

He was the leader of an invading force, on the brink of war, and I was little more than a handmaid trailing after him, clinging like an attendant. We were worlds apart. From the very start, I had stayed by his side for one reason: to ensure my survival.

My ultimate goal was to stay alive.

And yet, here I was, betraying that purpose with every choice I made.

I couldn’t let myself continue like this.

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“Ugh…!”

I stretched out my arm, pinned beneath the man as his teeth grazed my shoulder. The thin fabric beneath me crumpled in my grip, creasing sharply under my clutching fingers.

A solid arm coiled around my waist, pulling me firmly under his weight, pressing me down completely.

Thwack!

The flesh that hit my buttocks along with the flowing fluid clung to me. My knees that were planted on the floor shook with the force of the strong thrust that lifted my uterus.

For a moment, I felt my lower body float and I tightened my muscles.

“[Ho.]”

“Agh!”

The man, who never missed even the smallest of her reactions, was merciless once again.

Without releasing his hold, he turned her around and stood up, effortlessly lifting her as if she weighed nothing. His towering frame, more than a head taller than her, emphasized the disparity between them.

Her face turned ghostly pale as her toes trembled in the air.

“Ah… ah…”

The man’s cock, which was as thick and long as a skewer, was stabbing me with a weight that was incomparable to the one before, and I was unable to moan properly and was left speechless, only uttering a truncated voice.

“[What a funny reaction.]”

The man grabbed my rounded buttocks with a voice full of laughter. When the man stepped forward, the sound dug deep into my insides.

“Hee-it!”

I let out a sharp scream, struggling feebly with a body that wouldn’t cooperate. As my trembling form swayed, the man’s member thrust forcefully against my inner walls with a dull thud.

I couldn’t tell if what I felt was pain or pleasure, but it overwhelmed my entire body. Trembling violently, I dug my nails into his skin. My hands, slipping repeatedly over his sweat-slicked flesh, finally found their grip, clawing into his firm body like hooks.

Even though I was already filled to the brim, the man wasn’t satisfied. His fingers slid further down from where they gripped my hips, teasing the entrance that was tightly wrapped around him.

“Haa, hngh…”

“[So plump and juicy—truly delightful. Are all Saimoks like this?]”

He chuckled lowly as his fingers toyed with my slick entrance, coated in arousal and his seed, before plunging them inside.

“Ahh!”

As his fingers, writhing and scraping against my inner walls, moved within the already impossibly tight space, I arched my back and let out a moan.

At the same time, the man gripped my hips with his large hands, moving me up and down.

The motion caused my chest to bounce heavily, colliding against his.

Moaning helplessly, I clung to his chest, scratching at it as if to hold on.

The flimsy safety strap, which felt secure enough while on horseback, was now entirely different. Back then, the man had held me firmly in place, but now, I had to cling to him as if pleading, desperately holding on.

“[Unlike the women of my tribe, you have a cute charm in the way you cling—]”

Lowering his upper body, the man extended his tongue. Though softer and more delicate compared to other parts of the body, his tongue felt different—almost as if it were another weapon, piercing through my lips with force.

“Haa… mmph!”

I wrapped my arms around the man’s lowered neck, clinging to him more securely.

As his tongue swept across my palate, he tilted his head, closing the gap that had been created by our colliding noses. The deep intrusion, as though it might reach the very root of my tongue, left the edges of my wide-open lips tingling.

His probing tongue found my smaller, restless tongue and trapped it. Moving with the dexterity of a finger, his tongue explored beneath mine, invading the softest areas and teasing them. At times, it rubbed gently, soothing my trembling tongue.

“Mmm… haa…”

The pleasure spreading from inside my mouth began to overwhelm my mind. The wet, squelching sounds of saliva escaping from our exchange echoed inside my ears, unable to dissipate outward.

Twitch. Twitch.

My body trembled as if in convulsions. There had been moments like this before, when all my senses unraveled, leaving me unable to regain my composure. And without fail, the man seized such moments as an opportunity to fully indulge in playing with my body.

As if he had been waiting for this exact moment, the man gripped my hips tightly and moved me up and down in large motions.

“Haa, ah, mmngh!”

It felt as if a lightning bolt had struck through me, making my entire body tense up, curling my fingers and toes. My inner walls, slick with arousal, clenched tightly, gripping the man’s member with desperate force.

“[…Khh.]”

Regardless of how my body convulsed or how my back arched, he gripped my hips like handles, moving me up and down as he forcefully struck against my cervix.

“Ahh! Haa! Ah, hick!”

My mind went blank, and it felt like I was gasping for air at some unreachable peak. Yet he paid no attention to my overwhelmed state, relentlessly continuing to thrust his hips.
Suspended in midair, my body swayed helplessly with the motion. All I could do was cling to his neck like a lifeline, desperately trying not to lose consciousness.

“Kha—mmph!”

Whenever I tried to say his name, almost like a safe word, he would swallow my voice with his mouth just as he did now.

“Mmm, haa… ngh!”

With my mouth silenced and my lower half overwhelmed by intense pleasure, I spilled arousal like a fountain. I no longer had the strength to speak or even to keep my arms wrapped around his neck.

As my arms dropped limply, the man caught me just in time and gently laid me down on the floor. The soft fur beneath me enveloped my sweat-soaked body, tickling me.

The sensation of the fur teasing my skin felt like a caress, and my already sensitive body shuddered weakly with another climax.

My body moved as if it no longer belonged to me, overwhelmed by wave after wave of relentless pleasure. The insides of my thighs, stretched wide without regard for flexibility, trembled as if in spasms. My arms, which had been exerting all their strength, fared no better.

I had no time to react to the sticky streams of seed that couldn’t be contained and were now dripping out, after who knows how many times.

“Haa… mmngh…”

My cracked voice fell into a low murmur. Even I couldn’t tell whether it was a moan or a sob.

Tears streamed down so heavily that my lashes were soaked, leaving the skin around my eyes raw and stinging painfully. But I was too exhausted to show any sign of discomfort. My body trembled uncontrollably, driven by muscles pleading for relief as they reached their limit.

The man once again grabbed my legs and spread them apart. My body flinched instinctively, trembling even as it stiffened. It was as if the shaking fully exposed the fear buried deep within me.

Yes, the fear I first learned from this man had become a nightly visitor, making my heart race with its presence.

“[Hmm.]”

The man’s hand trailed upward from beneath my hips, his fingers plunging into my slick entrance, now coated with a mix of arousal and seed.

“Ugh!”

I instinctively tensed my waist, only to wince as a tingling pain shot through me like an electric current. The man, unfazed by my reaction, repeated the same enigmatic actions a few more times.

Drip.

“[It’s far too tight inside. At this rate, it won’t hold the seed properly… Perhaps that’s why there’s no sign of conception.]”

As I tensed, the dripping seed was scooped up once again by his fingers and pushed back into my entrance.

“Hnn—!”

I widened my eyes in shock. From the man’s actions and the tone of discontent and curiosity in his voice, I realized what he had been waiting for.

It had been about a month since I had been taken by them.

The contraceptive patch really does only prevent pregnancy. In the past, suppressing menstrual cycles through forceful methods was found to strain the body, leading to the development of a contraceptive patch that doesn’t block natural cycles.

Though it was only once, not long ago, I had desperately used a scrap of cloth to wrap my lower body during my period in the invaded village. I recalled the disapproving look the man had given me at the time. There was no doubt—he had been waiting for me to conceive.

The contraceptive patch lasts for one month, and I have ten left. Soon, when I replace it with a new one, I’ll have about nine remaining.

Moreover, I won’t always wait the full month before replacing it. Sometimes, I might have to replace it earlier—because I need to avoid others’ eyes when changing it. And if I were to lose this pouch for any reason, the numbers wouldn’t matter at all.

I suddenly felt my body turn cold in an instant. No matter what happened later, if he decided to get me pregnant, neither outcome would be what I wanted.

If a few more months passed without me getting pregnant, I couldn’t guarantee what would become of my life, which had already been deemed infertile. Barely clinging to survival, and if by some miracle—if, by some slim chance, I were to conceive…

I decided to put into action the plan I had only been considering.

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