Die Melusine - Chapter 35 (M)

The voluminous fabric of her dress, once a barrier of modesty, was now bunched and pushed away, leaving her lower body exposed to the cool air.

“W-what… what are you—ah!”

Startled, Melusine instinctively turned to look behind her, but the motion caused her balance to shift precariously. Fearful of falling, she quickly faced forward again, gripping the horse’s neck tightly for stability.

Though the horse’s pace was slow, the rhythmic sway beneath her made her feel unsteady, as though any wrong move might send her tumbling.

“Didn’t you ask for more? With your own mouth?” Kieron’s voice was cold, taunting, as his firm grip on her didn’t waver.

Melusine’s body tensed as she clung more tightly to the horse, her weight shifting precariously as she leaned slightly to one side.

Kieron could have steadied her by holding her waist, but he deliberately chose not to. Instead, his hand, which had been gripping and kneading her hips, slid forward, trailing along the inside of her thigh.

“Huh… ah…”

His touch pressed firmly, exploring the sensitive flesh, and the unexpected contact sent a jolt through her, making her grip on the horse feel even more tenuous.

Just then, the horse snorted and shook its head, jostling beneath them.

Startled, Melusine leaned forward, her chest pressing against the animal’s neck as she scrambled to keep her balance.

“Hold on properly,” Kieron commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.

Kieron’s tone was firm and commanding as his fingers moved with calculated ease. Pressed between the saddle and her undergarments, his touch slid up and down deliberately, the thin fabric doing little to shield her from the intimate pressure. Beneath his hand, the soft flesh shifted and yielded, growing warmer and wetter despite her tense, rigid posture.

He leaned in, burying his face in the nape of her neck, inhaling deeply. The scent was a mix of the ocean and her, raw and unfiltered. His tongue slipped out, broad and deliberate, dragging across her skin. She shuddered violently under the touch.

“Kieron… ah… I’m scared,” she whimpered, her voice quaking.

“…I see,” he replied coldly, his indifference tinged with amusement.

Was it the horse’s constant jostling that frightened her, or the invasive, unrelenting movements of his hand? It didn’t matter to him. In fact, her unease only served to heighten his satisfaction.

With a sharp smack, Kieron loosened the reins and spurred the horse forward, his boot pressing firmly against its side. The animal responded instantly, shifting from a slow trot to a brisk gallop.

The sudden increase in speed sent Melusine jolting forward, her grip tightening on the horse’s neck as the world around her blurred with motion.

At the same time, Kieron deliberately played with his hands more persistently. The already stiff fabric clung tightly to her bottom, and even with just his fingers, he could clearly trace her feminine outline. He urged her on even more.

“Haah… So, so fast! Hng.”

The sound of hoofbeats grew rougher, and the speed had increased to a certain degree. Suddenly, Kieron unexpectedly reached into the woman’s undergarments and sharply pinched the bare flesh of her vagina.

Startled, Melusine abruptly lifted her upper body, letting go of the horse she had been clinging to. Her slender frame lost its balance and swayed violently.

For a moment, the sensation of being suspended in midair made her dizzy, and she gasped sharply, closing her eyes tightly.

Ah, I’m falling. I feel like… I’m going to fall right now…

Just like that time when she had played with her sisters and leapt from the edge of a high cliff into the ocean. Her heart seemed ready to drop with a thud, as if falling along with her.

“Melu… sine.”

Even though she was told to hold on tight.

As her mind reeled along with her unsteady body, a low voice from the man pierced through. Was it just her imagination, or did it carry a hint of amusement?

Kieron finally caught her. With his left hand gripping the reins, he firmly supported her just beneath her chest and pulled her into his embrace. It wasn’t until the back of her head pressed against his solid chest that Melusine finally let out the breath she had been holding.

“Ki-Kie… hha, ron. Haah!”

Just as she felt relief at having narrowly escaped, a heavy sensation from below jolted her awareness.

No matter how damp it was, the man’s fingers had forcefully pushed their way into the impossibly tight opening.

Her vulnerable flesh struggled to push the intruder away, but she was bound and helpless, and the irregular rattle of the horse’s saddle only drove the thick fingers deeper inside. Melusine’s pelvis twisted involuntarily as the fingertips stretched her clenching vaginal walls, churning inside.

She ignored the faint pain she couldn’t help but feel and concentrated on his movements, her body quickly heating up. Goosebumps rose up along her legs, exposed in the air, at the unfamiliar pleasure that began in the deepest part of her.

This way, on horseback, she’d never imagined it, but still, Melusine didn’t mind being held and touched by him now.

“Mmmmm….”

She let out a moan, tightly gripping Kieron’s forearm as he held her from behind. She could feel the slight twitch of his arm in response, transmitted directly to her.

At that moment, the horse seemed to stumble over a rock or something similar, swaying from side to side. The sudden jolt lifted her hips slightly off the saddle, pressing her tightly against the man beneath her without any gap.

“Hha, hhng…”

Something pressed hard against Melusine’s ass, and then against her waist. Kieron’s swollen cock stood out clearly through his pants.

Kieron’s fingers dug in deeper and deeper, then pulled out. The sound of horses’ hooves on the white sand did little to drown out the growing squeak of flesh.

Once loosened, her insides were just as hot as last time. And every time he pulled it out and put it back in, his fingers squeezed and tightened, carving a new path each time.

What he’d started out to tease, he found himself becoming genuinely aroused, like an animal cub.

Slowly rubbing his own against her twitching pelvis, Kieron’s fingers cut into her like scissors.

While she remained unaware, the pace of his movements grew even faster. Matching the rhythm, the man moved his fingers with increased speed, even lifting Melusine’s body along with him as he applied more weight, thrusting deeply.

The rising waves of excitement, which had been steadily building, surged to an intense peak all at once.

Her insides tingled so intensely, and the vivid sensation of something pressing firmly against every part of her sensitive inner walls made her toes curl instinctively.

“Ahh, ah…” Melusine let out uncontrollable moans as she rubbed the back of her head against his chest.

“Cry out even more,” Kieron’s roughened voice, tinged with a split edge, pierced her flushed ears.

“Huh? … Ah!”

The number of fingers inside her increased. The hooked tips of his fingers pressed against her inner walls, reaching deeply to repeatedly prod a spot hidden within.

A different kind of pleasure, unlike anything she had felt before, surged up from deep inside her. He always did this—showing Melusine new sensations, teaching her things she could never forget.

As her trembling body shook uncontrollably, Kieron tightened his hold on her even more, his thumb slowly brushing just above her sensitive spot.

“W-Wait… Kieron, ah, hnn…”

Without even being directly touched, her swollen clitoris responded instinctively as his fingernail grazed it, causing the entrance around his fingers to tighten involuntarily.

A sly, almost predatory smile crept onto Kieron’s lips. For someone so clueless, her body was painfully honest, reacting as if it were well-versed in desire.

Overwhelmed by the relentless sensations, Melusine tilted her head back helplessly. Beneath his gaze, her small chin quivered as her lips pressed together in an attempt to stifle her cries.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Her wide blue eyes gazed up at him, filled with a mixture of surprise and raw intensity, as though she wanted to pierce, consume, and claim him entirely as her own.

Melusine didn’t hesitate. She welcomed him, her lips parting to accept his as he leaned in, drawing her in without restraint. At the same time, he delivered three rough thrusts to her side, driving her deeper into the moment.

“Mmnh, ahh!” she moaned, unable to suppress the sounds escaping her lips.

The horse began to gallop at full speed, and even without Kieron intentionally moving, the sheer force of the motion caused his fingers inside her to rub relentlessly against her swollen, sensitive walls and mercilessly press against her clitoris.

The surging waves of pleasure crashing through her body were overwhelming, but her tongue was tangled with his, pulled and manipulated without a chance to retreat. As Melusine arched her back in a desperate struggle, saliva gathered and trickled down her chin, unable to be contained.

Kieron paid no mind, biting and claiming her flushed tongue and lips with unrestrained hunger. “Mmph, ngh…” In the depths of her being, unfamiliar moans bubbled up endlessly as she was pushed to her very limit.

Thud, thud. With one hand gripping the reins and squeezing her full breasts as though wringing them out, his other hand plunged deep into her drenched core, reaching its furthest depths.

“Ahh, haa…” The sounds spilling from Melusine’s throat—whether gasps, moans, or cries—were captured immediately by his waiting mouth.

Her breathing grew ragged, her mind hazy, and a strange ache, unable to find release, mingled with the familiar thrill of arousal. All of it culminated in an overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that filled her completely, leaving no room for anything else, binding her entirely in its grasp.

Somewhere nearby, there was a sharp snapping sound, as if something had broken.

The man and woman, locked together as if they were one, were briefly lifted into the air as the horse leapt over an obstacle ahead. In that fleeting moment, his fingers slipped free from her depths, and Melusine unknowingly released something she had been holding back.

A rush of fluids spilled out, soaking her thighs, the saddle, and even the fabric of the man’s trousers where they pressed together, leaving them drenched.

“Beastly,” he muttered with a smirk.

“To release this much…”

Kieron ran his fingers through the clear fluid that had spilled from her body, smearing it across her heaving, bare breasts. The bindings had come undone from his earlier rough handling, leaving her chest fully exposed. He gave her already hardened nipples a few teasing pinches with his wet fingers.

“Still want more?” he asked, his voice low and edged with challenge.

“Hah, hnn…” Melusine could only whimper, her body and mind both completely drained. Lacking the strength to reply, she curled up as much as she could, leaning into him for support. The chilly sea breeze struck her damp, sensitive skin, grazing her like a sharp, icy touch.

No, Melusine. I don’t need your answer.

It sounded like something he might have said. Her whole body ached, her head spun, and she could do nothing but let her eyes drift closed.

Soon, she felt the horse come to a stop. Kieron dismounted, cradling her limp body in his arms, and began walking purposefully somewhere.

Pressed close to him under the cover of his cloak, Melusine couldn’t ignore the way his now even larger, menacing arousal brushed repeatedly against her, a constant reminder of what was to come.