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

In an instant, my body was flipped over. Before I knew it, I was laid down in the sleeping quarters, my legs held apart as I took him in deeply, letting out a moan.

“Ah, ah…!”

Jingle—

The lone necklace resting on my bare body swayed, letting out a clear sound. Temujin straightened his back and turned my body, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder.

“Ah, haa…!”

With each firm thrust, my body shook violently.

“You really are quite the tease.”

With a sly smile, his lips trailed down from my ankle, sucking firmly at my skin before gradually making their way lower. He bit into the tender flesh of my inner thigh, leaving behind a red mark—an unmistakable wound, yet pleasure overtook pain.

“Ah, Te-Temujin!”

“How did you manage to [hide] the fact that you could speak all this time? Hm?”

As he thrust deep inside, I let out a tear. My hair scattered across the bedding, swaying along with my body. The overwhelming pleasure crashed over me like a violent wave, leaving me breathless.

“Haa… s-so deep…! Hngh!”

Temujin folded my legs as he leaned in closer.

“Deep, you say? Hah… But isn’t it good? You’re gripping me so tightly, as if you don’t want to let me go.”

“Uh… ngh…!”

“You should answer me.”

The peak of my soft chest was pinched and pulled by his strong fingers. Caught between pain and pleasure, I let out a whimper, clinging desperately to his forearm.

“Y-yes… hnn, but… no…!”

“No, you say? Even when you’re enjoying it this much—”

“I… I’ll break…! Ahh… ngh!”

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the tent. The jingling of my necklace, the slick squelching of our movements—countless sounds tangled together in the air.

His thrusts scraped against my inner walls, pressing into the deepest parts of me before pulling back, only to stir me up again at the entrance. I couldn’t think straight.

“Where? Hm? Where do you think you’ll break?”

“I-I don’t know… I don’t—haa… ahh!”

Temujin let out a mischievous laugh as his hands found their way to my exposed nub and the peak of my chest. He rubbed, pressed, and teased—yet his relentless thrusts never ceased. Every inch of my body was consumed by pleasure.

“Ah… I-I’m…! No, I can’t… Te-Temujin… I… I hate—”

I can’t keep my mind off the pleasure that is constantly rising from the sensitive parts of my body. I clung to Temujin’s arms, tears streaming down my face.

Temujin breathes heavily and pulls hard on my waist. I left a red line on his forearm as he pressed down hard enough to push me into his womb.

“Ah-!”

Heat flooded deep inside, and I let out a sharp cry, my body trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation.

Still shivering in the lingering aftershocks, I felt Temujin lift me into his arms, straightening his posture. He bent his knees slightly, supporting me as he guided my hands to rest around his neck before finally wrapping his arms around my waist.

Though all movement had ceased, the weight and closeness made it impossible to steady my breath. Each time Temujin shifted even slightly, my body reacted involuntarily, small tremors running through me. The tension refused to leave me, making it impossible to relax.

With each shaky breath I exhaled, my stomach tensed involuntarily, making my inner walls tighten around him. Trembling, I clung to Temujin’s shoulders, resting my head against his solid chest.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat thumped against mine, their sounds blending together. I vaguely remembered this same sound calming me earlier.

Wait… just now, I…

“So, when exactly did you start speaking?”

I flinched.

Immediately, I tried to pull away, pressing against his chest with all my strength. But his arms, wrapped securely around my waist, held firm—unyielding, like iron shackles.

“Hmm? Yeojin, I asked you a question.”

“You should answer.”

“Hhng—!”

In an instant, Temujin overpowered me, his movements sending another wave of sensation through me. The sudden closeness left me dazed, unable to gather my thoughts.

“Ah…!”

A cry escaped me, breathless and unrestrained.

At my response, Temujin abruptly paused, his body stilling as curiosity flickered across his face.

“Did you just say… comb?”

“Mm… The comb… ah… the day you gave it to me… hnn, that’s when I… ahh!”

“So, you learned then? Just like that, in a single moment—”

“Ah… hnn… s-stop… it’s too much.”

“I’ve barely even started. I was being gentler than usual, wasn’t I?”

“Today… it’s been… all day—ah!”

“All day?”

Temujin, ever relentless, moved his hips in a slow, teasing motion, pressing me for an answer.

“C-constantly… hnn, it’s too much… ah…”

I had already lost count of how many times my body had given in, how many times my stomach had tensed to the point of aching—yet, Temujin’s hands showed no sign of stopping. If not for that boy’s sudden arrival earlier, he might never have paused at all!

Even now, a lingering soreness remained in the spot where I had been most sensitive. Every time my muscles clenched, a dull ache followed.

Gritting my teeth, I fixed him with a glare, forcing my voice through ragged breaths.

“Stop! Ah—it hurts!”

“…….”

I suddenly felt something beneath me, once slow and lazy, now hardening again.

Gasping, I inhaled sharply and started hitting Temujin’s shoulder with weak, frantic taps.

“No more! I don’t want to—I won’t do this anymore!”

Tears welled up and spilled over as a wailing sob escaped me. Temujin let out a long sigh, as if conceding, before effortlessly lifting me into his arms.

Back in the village, I had endured so many beatings without shedding a tear. But with Temujin, for some reason, I found myself growing weak—my complaints and whimpers slipping out too easily.

“Hm, I suppose I did tease you a little too much today.”

He settled me onto his thigh and reached for a piece of fruit from a nearby dish.

As he pressed it against my lips, I reflexively bit down, and a burst of sweet and tangy juice filled my mouth.

“Now then, my little fairy—why didn’t you ever tell me you had learned to speak?”

“Fairy?”

When I tilted my head in confusion at the unfamiliar word, Temujin stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“…Did you catch anything from your conversation with the Hwangja earlier?”

“Hwangja?”

I had heard that word before, but where…?

“The little brat who was here earlier.”

“Oh. Gold, military… um, Hwangja is a spy…?”

“Spy?”

Temujin tilted his head, clearly puzzled by the term. That’s when I realized—it was an English word. A similar word in this language would be…

“Cheopja!” (Infiltrator!)

“Ah, I see. And?”

“And…?”

He urged me to continue, but trying to guess the full meaning of those fragmented sentences wasn’t easy.

Temujin tapped the scars on his chest, the same gesture he had made earlier when speaking to the boy.

“No reason. Repay. Engrave on the chest. Live? Remember each and every one…”

The more I spoke in broken phrases, the more the meaning seemed to slip away. Frustrated, I furrowed my brow and admitted the truth.

“I… only know a little bit of your language.”

“…So you missed all the important parts.”

“Do I need to know?”

Temujin let out a low, thoughtful hum, making me shrink back slightly.

Then, after a brief glance at me, he reached out and wiped the lingering tear tracks from my cheek with his fingertips, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“…Well, I suppose it’s not something you have to know.”

“Mm. Can I eat this?”

I pointed at the bowl of fruit with my fingertip.

The fruit I bit into was more tart than the arangku, its juices bursting as I chewed, refreshing my throat after all the strained sounds I had made earlier.

Without a word, Temujin pulled the bowl closer and set it in my lap. I picked up a round fruit and took another bite.

“So,” he prompted, “are you going to answer my question? Why didn’t you tell me you had learned to speak?”

“But… wouldn’t it be weird if I learned too quickly?”

“Then why didn’t you learn before, and why only then?”

“Time—”

How was I supposed to explain this?

I searched my mind for the right words. Language patch, download, loading, network…

“Time?”

“Mm… It’s like I was collecting words. Gathering them, storing them up—then, shoo—putting them in my head all at once. So it took a long time.”

“Oh? A spell, then?”

“A… spell?”

I hesitated, unfamiliar with the word. Seeing my confusion, Temujin seemed to ponder how to explain it.

“When something bad happens—like misfortune or bad weather—people chant mysterious words to change the situation. There’s a sorcerer in my land who does this. You’ll see them soon.”

“A sorcerer?”

Did people like that really exist in the past? Maybe something like a shaman or a spiritual healer?

“Sorcerer? Hmm… Is that what they call it in Cheonggye?”

“Cheonggye?”

“Cheon-gye.”

I repeated the pronunciation carefully—then suddenly, a different thought struck me.

“…Wait, am I going to Temujin’s land?”

“Of course.”

There was no hesitation in his answer.

I glanced down at the round, purple fruits in the bowl, then lifted my gaze to meet Temujin’s golden eyes.

“I don’t know how to do anything. I can’t use a bow. I can’t fight with a sword.”

“It doesn’t matter. What do you take me for? I’m not weak enough to send my wife out to hunt.”

“Wife?”

“My spouse. You understand that word, don’t you?”

Temujin quickly caught onto my confusion and explained the term. I tilted my head before asking again.

“We’re getting married? Why?”