Blood Moon Rising Over The Plains - Chapter 2:The Raiders (7) (M)

His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. Unlike usual, his body felt cool against mine. After burning with fever, that slight chill was just right.

My eyes, which had been drifting closed, finally shut tightly. I hadn’t felt tired, but strangely, I couldn’t help but fall asleep.

“[The sun has risen, and yet I didn’t think you’d still be unprepared.]”

Through the haze of sleep, I heard a voice I had vaguely recognized from before.

“[…Shut up. Do you think I don’t want to get up?]”

The man’s irritated voice followed, laced with a hint of fatigue.

“[Surely, it’s not because you couldn’t get your arm free, is it?]”

“[…….]”

“[…How long have you been like this?]”

“[…I don’t know.]”

“[…….]”

“[Tch, just go. I’ll get ready.]”

“[Khan, you’re the very last one. Everyone else has been ready for a while. I was wondering why you were late, so I came to check and—]”

“[I said I’ll get ready. Now leave.]”

“[…Understood.]”

A sigh escaped above me, audible even in my groggy state. Beneath my head, something stirred, the subtle movement mixing with my throbbing headache. I groaned softly, furrowing my brow at the discomfort.

The movement stopped abruptly.

“[Haah… damn it.]”

* * *

Clop, clop.

My body swayed gently. Despite the up-and-down motion, I didn’t feel the impact, likely thanks to the thick material wrapped securely around me. We seemed to be outside, but I couldn’t open my eyes.

Thump, thump.

The rhythmic sound of a heartbeat reached my ears, steady and regular, coming from the flesh pressed against my face. The swaying occasionally paused, replaced by the crackling of a campfire. Soft, cooked grains touched my lips, and even the bitter herbs from before made their way into my mouth. My weakened state made it difficult to even notice the taste, so I swallowed them without much effort.

The first time I fully regained my senses was in the silent stillness of the pre-dawn hours.

My eyes felt heavy, as if swollen. Slowly, blinking sluggishly, I took in the faintly lit interior of a tent, illuminated by the flickering flames of a small fire.

The tent they used seemed sturdier than the ones I was familiar with. It wasn’t made with futuristic materials, but wooden supports reinforced the structure, keeping out even the slightest breeze. It might have been better than some wooden houses.

“[…So, you’ve finally decided to grace us with those precious eyes of yours.]”

A gruff voice accompanied the feeling of a hand resting on my forehead. The rough palm brushed against the corners of my eyes, making me flinch slightly. When the hand moved away, I turned my head slowly to look to the side.

“[The fever’s completely gone.]”

The man, propped up on his arm and lying on his side, reached out and poked my lips lightly.

“[You were so noisy back then, chattering away. Say something now.]”

“……”

He spread his hand and cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing over my cracked lips.

“[Are you just going to keep quiet?]”

Huh? His tone was one of impatience as he leaned in closer. After a light peck on my lips, he pulled back just slightly and continued.

“[Even if you were a celestial maiden, I wouldn’t care.]”

His breath mingled with mine at a tantalizingly close distance.

“[I didn’t expect the exotic-looking person I picked up there to be a celestial maiden. But I’ll admit, for a human, you’re rather pretty. Even the way you cried like a baby was endearing.]”

His hand slid over my waist, pulling me and the fur blanket covering me closer to his bare skin. I inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation against my abdomen.

“[Since we don’t speak the same language, and since the celestial maiden can’t even read, I thought long and hard about how to get my point across. In the end, the answer was obvious—especially for a crude man like me.]”

He smirked widely, his expression carefree and confident.

“[If words don’t work, I’ll just have to show you with my body.]”

* * *

“Ah… ahh!!”

I arched my back, trembling as spasms coursed through me. Desperately, I tried to close my legs to block his movements, but the man paid no heed, his tongue continuing its relentless work.

Heat surged within me again, an unbearable warmth pooling below, making it feel as though I might burn. Panicking, I reached out to push at his hair, my hands fumbling as I struggled against the overwhelming sensations.

Despite my protests, he pressed his face more firmly between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips tightly to pull me closer. His persistence left me breathless, his mouth utterly unyielding as it sent jolts of pleasure radiating through me.

“Ah… hhnn…”

The lewd, wet sounds were uncomfortably explicit, echoing through the tent alongside my moans. The only noises filling the space were the slick movements and the uncontrollable sounds escaping my lips. Though my body had long since become accustomed to his touch, something felt different today.

Beneath me, I could feel the firm tip of his arousal pressing against my lower body, a bead of precum betraying his own state of need. Yet, despite his own evident arousal, he remained entirely focused on me, completely intent on unraveling me.

His fingers spread me open, allowing his tongue to delve deeper inside. He found the places that made me tremble and pressed against them gently, his movements maddeningly precise. His prominent nose rubbed against my exposed clit, sending a jolt of sensation through me that made me cry out.

“Hahng!”

A moan escaped my lips involuntarily. I had no idea how many times my hips had lifted off the ground as I reached climax after climax. My vagina trembled repeatedly, releasing waves of slick wetness, and he took it all in, his tongue exploring the quivering depths of my inner walls.

“Hhnng!”

Without realizing it, my fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as another surge of pleasure overtook me. He paused briefly, reacting to the pull, before deliberately flicking his tongue to press against a particularly sensitive spot.

“Hah… ahh!”

My lower body lifted off the ground sharply, my back arching even further. Though my posture remained curled, my hips were now higher than before, and my pale legs trembled in the air on either side of his face.

The man glanced up briefly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me suck in a breath. Though I had once thought his gaze to be beautiful, in this moment, it felt almost predatory, sending a shiver down my spine.

Without a word, he closed his eyes again and buried his face back into me, his mouth pressing against my vagina. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, as his face was hidden between my legs, but I felt everything—his tongue delving deep, moving sinuously like a serpent exploring my depths.

“Hahh… ahh!”

My back arched in a perfect curve, and it felt as if electricity was crackling above my head. The sensations were overwhelming, almost torturous, yet impossibly addictive. I wanted to escape, to flee from the intensity, but a contradictory desire to keep feeling this unbearable pleasure kept me rooted in place, trembling with confusion and ecstasy.

My legs quivered uncontrollably, wrapping instinctively around his head as if trying to anchor myself. Suddenly, his tongue stopped moving. He reached out, his large hand gripping my ankle firmly. His hand was so big that even while holding my ankle, there was space to spare. I knew from experience how much strength lay in those hands—just the thought of it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Hngh…”

My body tensed, recoiling slightly in anticipation. As my legs went slack, releasing their grip around him, he raised his head from between them. His lips glistened with my essence, and when he ran his tongue over them, the wetness disappeared into his mouth as he swallowed deliberately.

“[…I told you, I’m not going to eat you,]”

The man looked down at my ankle, which he was still holding, and then carefully placed it back on the ground. He let out a deep, exaggerated sigh, as though he was about to sink into the earth.

“[Damn it, I’m being gentle, aren’t I? Stop being scared. Hm? How the hell can I be softer than this…?]”

There was something almost comical about the way his face twisted into what looked like a sulky pout. I stared at him, bewildered, unsure of how to respond. His golden eyes met mine, clearly trying to convey something, and then he slowly brought my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss into the center of my palm.

“[Are my eyes what frighten you? Should I close them for you? Hm?]”

My hand still bore faint scratches from the first night I’d arrived here, the bandages now long gone. His warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin of my palm, making me flinch slightly at the ticklish sensation. When my fingers trembled, his hand gently cupped mine, intertwining our fingers.

Throughout it all, his golden eyes remained fixed on me, their intensity unwavering. My lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.

“[Hm? Say something. Anything,]” he urged, his voice soft yet insistent.

His hand guided mine to rest against his cheek. The unexpected gesture made my eyes dart nervously, confusion mingling with the warmth of his touch.

“…You know,” I began, my voice steadier than I expected, despite the haze in my mind. Memories of him tending to me—feeding me water and taking care of me—flashed through my mind. My chest felt oddly fluttery.

“…Why?” I asked hesitantly.

“Why…?” he repeated, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. His pronunciation was awkward and halting, but there was no mistaking that he was mimicking my words.

“…You’re copying me?” I asked, startled.

“[Pronunciation’s tricky,]” he admitted, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “[At this rate, I won’t even be able to call your name properly.]”

“Why are you repeating me? Do you… want to learn the language? But I’m the only one who talks like this,”

As time passed, nations merged, and languages began to blend together. Even if there were other Koreans here, it was certain their language would differ greatly from the one I spoke.

I gently brushed my hand across the cheek of the man who was wearing an oddly gruff expression.

“…I thought I was the only one frustrated by not being able to communicate.”

For the first time, it felt like I had shared something meaningful with him. A faint laugh escaped me, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Far more startled than I was by my first smile, his face lit up with a radiant grin. The sight sent a ticklish warmth spreading through my chest once again.

* * *

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, and as his lips moved downward, I flinched, my eyelids trembling. His lips lingered deeply against my quivering lashes before trailing down to plant a kiss on my cheek.

Compared to what he’d done before, these kisses were so light and gentle that they felt refreshingly innocent. Yet, for some reason, I found myself even more embarrassed than usual.

I wanted to say something, but my lips only quivered slightly before pressing firmly shut. Feeling a sudden rush of heat, I quickly turned my head, only for a soft, warm tongue to graze the edge of my ear.

“Ah…”

A faint, breathy sound escaped before I could stop it. Embarrassed, I bit down on my lip in frustration.

“[Why not? Let me hear it,]”

With a low, deep voice, the man reached out and gently parted my lips. It felt strange—somehow, I felt as though I might cry.

His lips moved fluidly, gliding down the line of my neck like a stream of water. Squelch. The deep suction left a sharp, tingling ache on my skin. I didn’t like pain, but somehow, this particular sensation felt oddly good.

“Mm… ah.”

My hips twitched involuntarily. Heat spread through my body, and an unbearable itch below made me cross my legs tightly to endure it.

“[…Don’t rush me. If you do, I might lose control again.]”

Smack. His lips trailed over my chest, leaving behind faintly red marks visible through my tear-blurred vision. Unlike the bruises left by his hands before, the traces now were distinct, softer in appearance.

He cupped my chest gently, lifting it from beneath, his touch smooth and unhurried. The peaked tip was lightly tugged between his fingers.

“Ah… mm…”

“[So soft. It feels nice,]” he murmured, his lips grazing over the area just above my navel, sending a tickling sensation through my skin.

“[Not a single scar—so smooth. Are celestial maidens always like this?]”

His actions were far gentler than before, even restrained. But why did it feel so overwhelming?

“Huh… Kh… Khan—”

A tear rolled down my cheek. Hoping he might soothe this burning heat as he had before, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“[Hah…]”

The man brushed back my disheveled hair, lifting his head. Then, with a deliberate motion, he licked the trail left by my tear, his tongue warm against my skin.

“[Tears come in different kinds, you know.]”

He planted small, tender kisses along the edge of my eyes, his lips fluttering over my skin. I instinctively closed one eye, almost like a wink, as his ticklish kisses landed.

“[Unlike before, these taste sweet. I suppose that means I don’t have to stop this time, doesn’t it?]”

A playful smirk spread across his face, his tone teasing and mischievous.

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