Four Hearts for the Wise - Chapter 8 (M)

“Why… ugh… why is this… ah, who… ahh…”

“Just hold on. We’ll talk later.”

What on earth was happening? What was this situation? Who were these people? Kalia couldn’t figure out what to ask first. Torn between groaning and trying to speak, her mind was in disarray as her head tilted back once again.

“Hah!”

A soft tongue slowly licked along the inside of her thigh. The intense stimulation from the movements made Kalia tremble and flinch.

The audacious tongue continued inward, smoothly gliding further until it enveloped her swollen clitoris.

“Hnnng, ahh! Aaah!”

In that moment, Kalia jolted, letting out a sharp cry. Even though only a very small spot had been licked, the dizzying sensation surged through her entire body. Her spread legs tensed up, trembling uncontrollably.

“Hnnng… ahh…!”

Unable to close her mouth, she panted heavily, when another deep kiss descended upon her. This time, someone else, from behind, turned her head and seized her lips. It was restrained yet deliberate, a breath full of heat gently forcing its way in.

She had caught a glimpse of short, red hair. From this alone, Kalia realized that she had just exchanged kisses with three different men.

A tongue moved relentlessly over her clitoris, but this time she couldn’t let out a loud moan—her mouth was covered.

“Hnnngh!”

Just a few moments. She had only been licked and sucked a few times. Yet, Kalia’s body straightened and froze in place as she let out a silent scream. Her mind went blank. Forgetting even how to breathe, she trembled uncontrollably, helplessly surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

Even without kissing her mouth, they continuously caressed, kissed, and licked Kalia’s body. Overwhelmed by the torrent of pleasure, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She writhed against the waves of ecstasy that kept pulling her higher.

“Hah… haaah! Ahh! Aaah!”

The sounds. The wet, sloshing noises of tongues moving against her body were unbearably stimulating. Every time her mouth was free, high-pitched moans escaped her lips.

Again, something hot and soft invaded her mouth, exploring deeply. To the limit—so much so that she could barely breathe.

In that state, Kalia had to endure several more silent climaxes. Her body stiffened and trembled as she was swept away by the heavy, all-consuming pleasure that made her forget how to breathe.

“Haa… ahh… ugh… I…”

‘What… what do I do…?’

The tears wouldn’t stop. The steady stream of tears was naturally licked away by them.

Surprisingly, no matter how unfamiliar this situation was, she didn’t feel any resistance. In fact, she felt grateful. If she had been alone, she might have truly gone insane—or worse, died before that.

Yet, despite experiencing this repeatedly, there was no sense of relief. No, there was a feeling—but it was far too inadequate.

Her trembling wouldn’t subside. Seeing Kalia still sobbing uncontrollably, the blue-haired man clicked his tongue.

“Intense.”

“Ugh… uhh… hnn…”

“…What you took was a type of drug. You were on the verge of death, and it forced you back to life, so it’s no surprise there are side effects. Damn it. Calm down. You’ll feel better soon.”

What was he explaining in a situation like this? Feel better soon? She couldn’t just wait indefinitely. Even though he was speaking to her gently, trying to soothe her, every word felt agonizingly drawn out to Kalia.

Her heart was racing, and her breaths were shallow and rapid. It wasn’t as though she had done anything particularly strenuous. These men were the ones who had carried her all night. Yet here she was, panting as if she were the one on the verge of collapse.

“Is your position uncomfortable? Come here.”

“Ah… ugh…”

Kalia’s body had been left draped over the edge of the bed, exactly as she had been placed by the man who had carried her.

The dark-haired man, kneeling beside the bed because of the way she clung to him, shifted as though to lift her and move her further onto the center of the bed.

“Ugh, hey, you…”

Kalia clung to the man’s shoulders as he tried to lift her closer. Though startled by her sudden action, he only froze briefly and didn’t push her away. Kalia pressed her face against his shoulder, rubbing against him.

“Please… ah… ugh, please…”

“What?”

“Ugh…”

Please, someone, do something about this. Her body felt as though it would boil over, melt away, or burn up entirely.

She didn’t even know who these people were. Just the fact that they had saved her life and helped her evade the pursuit of the paladins was baffling enough. She didn’t even understand why she had been marked for execution in the first place, nor why these people had been at the tower.

“Lie down for now.”

“Hnn… ugh…”

Kalia continued to moan softly. As her body was moved, the moment he stepped away, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and clung tightly to him. She hadn’t meant to—it was a reflex.

“I… I’m scared…”

“What?”

The others drew closer. Each of them placed their hands on her body, leaning in to hear what she was saying.

It was a phrase that had burst out without much thought or context.

But it was true. She was terrified.

The events she had just experienced churned through her mind relentlessly. The sky filled with drifting ash. The blood-red moon. The village, unrecognizable. The smell of burning. The charred signs. The ruined buildings. The strangers who had gathered, reeking of blood.

The strange taste forced into her mouth. The indescribable feelings that followed. The desperate flight, clinging to life, and then the brief darkness.

“Ugh… hnng… I’m scared… I feel like I’m going to die…”

There had been no time to rest after that. Her heart was pounding as if it would burst, and her body felt like it was on the verge of combustion. She didn’t know who these people were, but she felt she had to hold onto someone—anyone.

Afraid that she might be left alone in this state, Kalia clung to him again, desperate. The fear of being abandoned in this situation consumed her. She still felt like someone was chasing her, like she might be swallowed by the darkness if she let go.

“Haa…”

While trembling uncontrollably, a thick breath brushed against her ear. The air exhaled by them grew increasingly heavy with heat.

“You’ll be fine.”

“…I’ll take care of you properly.”

A hoarse voice, rough breathing. Everyone except Kalia swallowed hard, the sound audible in their throats.

For a while, no one said anything. Kalia, lying there, was at a loss, her face twisted with unease. They leaned closer to her, each of them positioning themselves nearer, eager to touch her. Fingers ran through her hair, lips pressed against her skin, and trembling limbs were gently stroked.

“Ahhn…”

Lips brushed against her cheek. The men, who had occasionally spoken while taking her, now remained completely silent. Only their irregular breaths scattered through the air.

Did they kiss her again? Whenever someone’s lips met hers, she accepted them. The mingling of tongues and the flowing saliva carried a strangely sweet taste. Was it the effect of the drug dulling her sense of taste?

The occasional low groans of the men, combined with the cautious yet tender touches, left her mind in shambles. Her impatience grew unbearable.

“Hnnng…!”

Fingers trailed down along the soft skin of her abdomen and pelvis, rubbing against Kalia’s swollen, aroused clitoris. Even the lightest touch was overwhelming, and Kalia clung desperately to a thick forearm. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face tightly contorted, leaving her unable to even tell who was touching her.

“Spread them.”

“Ahhn… mmh…”

More lips. The endless kisses didn’t grow tiresome. Though rough and intrusive, with angles pushed and twisted at will, they were intoxicating enough to make her surrender.

While Kalia was still too disoriented to regain her senses, something heavy pressed and rubbed against her lower region. Between the folds, now wet and parted, a hot, pulsing presence teased her.

“Hnn… mmph…!”

Soon, a firm pressure pushed its way inside. It felt unfamiliar, yet her thoroughly aroused body twitched instinctively, responding to the stimulation on its own.

Slowly, smoothly, it slid inside until she felt completely filled. She wished it would start moving, but for some reason, it stayed still after entering fully.

Chasing after the pleasure herself, Kalia moved her hips first. At the same time, an unfamiliar yet sweet sound escaped from her lips.

“Hnng! Ah…!”

“Haa… Are you okay? Hmm?”

It pressed deeply inside her, reaching her from below—heavy and scorching.

“I’ll start moving now. Mm.”

“Haa… ah… ahh!”

Her insides were completely filled and stretched. Each time the hips moved, her inner walls were thoroughly grazed, and with every motion, Kalia let out soft, thin moans.

Slick lubrication, enough to soak the sheets, eased the friction. The sounds filling the room were explicit and unabashed.

She didn’t understand why they kept asking for her consent. Whenever she moaned in pleasure and writhed, an arm would grab her, pulling her into a kiss. If she left her mouth open, one of them would dive in to lick her saliva.

And down below…

“Hnnngh!”

As it was withdrawn and then thrust back in deeply, waves of electrifying pleasure coursed through her entire body.

“Haa… Relax, will you? You’re making it harder… ngh… haa…”

“Ah… ugh… mm! Mm! Ngh… haaahng!”

She was swept away by deep and overwhelming pleasure. Heavy breaths, clouded with arousal, spilled from all directions toward Kalia. Even without full penetration, they were each lost in their own excitement, exploring her lips and tongue or guiding her hands to satiate their desires.

“Mm… Ah, it’s so… good. You… just like that, squeeze more.”

“Mmph… mmph…!”

Kalia couldn’t muster any strength in her hands. A much larger hand enveloped her smaller one, guiding her movements. Though she couldn’t move freely, she could feel the heavy pulse of another’s large shaft within her grasp.

Her body swayed weakly, and her vision wavered along with it. Sparks seemed to ignite in her mind, turning her thoughts blank and spinning endlessly.

Overwhelmed by the suffocating heat, Kalia barely managed to register one detail: the person thrusting into her had black hair.

“Hnng… haaah! Ngh, mm… mm…!”

How it managed to reach so deeply inside her was beyond comprehension. It had figured out exactly which spot caused her core to tighten with intensity and relentlessly struck that same place over and over. Thud. Thud. The repeated, heavy thrusts sent shockwaves through her body, and when her hips instinctively twisted from the overwhelming sensation, thick forearms wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly in place.

‘What do I do? What do I do? What do I do…?’

Unable to change her position, Kalia had no choice but to succumb to the forceful pleasure consuming her. Before long, yet another scream—she had lost count of how many—ripped from her lips.

“Haaahhhng!”

“Haa… ngh… ugh…”

Her insides were heated, thoroughly drenched, to the point where she could feel it, slick and overwhelming.

Kalia sobbed from the unbearable pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks. Just as the tears flowed freely from her eyes, something warm and slippery trickled down her thighs, pooling beneath her. Her thoroughly ravaged insides tightened instinctively, clenching around him as if to keep him from withdrawing.

“Ngh… it’s so… good…” he groaned, his voice rough and unrestrained.

“Ahhhng!”

When he thrust deeply one more time, Kalia screamed again, her body trembling uncontrollably. The unrelenting waves of pleasure were almost despair-inducing, refusing to subside.

“Haa… ngh… haa…”

Kalia squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing quietly. She had lost track of how many times she had reached her peak. Her chest ached with a sharp, dull throb, as if her body was protesting against the relentless sensations, but whenever it did, they would place a hand on her, soothing the pain.

A warm energy seeped into her, likely magic, she guessed. Its effects were undeniable—her heart, which had been racing so violently it felt on the verge of breaking, began to calm. Yet, her tears continued to fall.

She was exhausted. Overwhelmed. And yet, there was an unsettling feeling that this was far from over.

As a sliver of rationality returned, Kalia cautiously glanced around. The first thing she locked eyes with was a pair of golden irises, slightly softened, their intensity now laced with an odd sense of tenderness.

“Are you… all right? My savior.”

Savior? What does he mean by that?

Kalia blinked slowly, her hazy mind trying to process his words. While her thoughts momentarily cleared, she took the chance to study his eyes more carefully. The faint light of dawn was beginning to filter in, making it easier to discern his features.

She had already become so accustomed to their touches that the press of another pair of lips against her cheek barely registered.

When Kalia’s gaze met the golden-eyed man’s, his expression transformed into a breathtaking smile—a smile so radiant it was almost suffocating to behold.

Was it because the effects of the strange substance in her system hadn’t fully worn off yet, leaving her disoriented? Or was it simply because his appearance was so impossibly captivating? For a fleeting moment, Kalia thought, He can’t possibly be human.

Then, a memory suddenly surfaced. The last thing she had overheard from the knights before she was dragged into that dark tower.

—What kind of monster could it be? Unidentified, they said.
—They claimed the barrier was centered around the creature… and also…
—That woman! She went into the barrier!

Kalia’s eyes shot open wide with realization.

“You… all of you…! Ngh—mmph…!”

Kalia tried desperately to say something, but her words were smothered by a string of relentless kisses. The golden-eyed man, who had locked eyes with her just moments ago, shifted downward, his radiant smile still lingering as he grasped her leg and pressed a kiss to her knee.

“It’s all right. Now…”

“Mmgh!”

She couldn’t manage to speak after that. Her lips were either sealed by kisses or drowned out by the helpless cries and moans spilling from her mouth.

There was no order, no pattern to their actions. They moved instinctively, pulling her this way and that, exploring her without restraint. Whenever one moved aside, another took over, their hands and lips overwhelming her senses in a dizzying whirlwind.

At first, they had been cautious, almost restrained. But as time passed, their movements became rougher, more frenzied. Kalia was rolled around on the bed, her body marked with kisses, bites, and faint bruises. The insatiable thirst that seemed to drive them burned fiercely, leaving her body utterly spent.

Yet the repeated, overwhelming sensations seemed to ignite an even deeper, almost maddening desire. Kalia sobbed, soaked in pleasure, her voice hoarse from the cries she couldn’t stop. She was completely lost in the relentless sensations until her mind began to blank, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Just before her world went white, a single, absurd thought crossed her mind:

I still don’t know their names.