Under the Oak Tree Novel - Chapter 283

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“Do you even know… what you’re doing right now?” Riftan growled threateningly, his voice raspy. “Do you realize what could’ve happened to you today? You make a man’s heart just about leap out, and that’s all you have to—”

Maxi flicked her tongue along his tense neck. She heard his sharp inhale as though he were being strangled. Clutching his hand, she rubbed his calloused palm over her painfully sensitive nipple. He let out a low moan and squeezed her breast.

She looked up at him, her eyes burning with desire. Even in the dimness of the cave, she could tell that his face was flushed.

He stared at her with blazing eyes, then viciously spat, “You demon.”

With that, he ravished her lips. Maxi wound her arms around his sturdy neck. His tongue pushed in, tasting the inside of her mouth. At the same time, he teased her breast with gentle rubbing, tugging, and twisting of her taut nipple. The tunic draped about her shoulders slipped down, but she no longer felt cold. It felt as though she held a furnace in her arms.

With one hand supporting her from behind, Riftan tipped her back. He smothered her with his tongue in a kiss brimming with passion.

“R-Riftan…” Maxi said through shallow breaths.

When she buried her fingers in his hair, he finally broke free to hungrily bite and suck her breast. She shuddered at the dizzying pleasure.

Though his lips were not on her anymore, she still found breathing difficult. His fingers inched their way down her body and, after stroking her flat abdomen, dove between her thighs. She writhed in pleasure when his long fingers found the nub hidden beneath her tuft of curly hair. A sob burst from her throat when he caressed it up and down.

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In an instinctual response — either to escape his fingers or to seek greater pleasure, she was not sure which — she began to rock her hips. His hand covered her groin as he gently pressed down, making her inner thighs slick with her wetness. It was as if her stomach were trickling out like molten iron.

Wriggling her hips, she dug her nails into his sculpted marble shoulders. Riftan stopped nibbling on her nipple to suck the taut peak of her breast, making her writhe and clench her thighs around his wrist. Her need only swelled the more his fingers teased her. She felt like she was flailing in water.

Her senses alight with tantalizing pleasure, Maxi yanked at his trousers. “P-Please do it.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. When he remained motionless, she fumbled with the bulge protruding from his trousers. A suppressed moan escaped his throat.

She felt him tremble like a man cornered before he yanked the straps of his trousers, pulling them down. His swollen member stood erect, surrounded by a thicket of black hair.

Maxi faltered. He was much bigger than she remembered. Seeing her hesitation, Riftan uttered an impatient moan and drew her hand to wrap around him. He nudged her on, and she began to move it up and down the hot, pulsating shaft. The lewdness of it all sent her thoughts into a dizzy spiral.

She took in his rigid manhood, carved abdomen, and heaving chest before moving her gaze up to explore his chiseled face. His keen eyes narrowed with lust, and his breaths fell ragged from obstinate lips.

A strange sense of exhilaration thrilled through her. Here was the strongest, most reckless, valiant knight, and she had brought him to his knees with desire. She moved her hand faster over his member. Riftan’s breath hitched, and he slammed the back of his head against the cave wall. Overwhelmed with passion, he spread her thighs and started to caress between her legs.

Maxi shivered before her whole body tensed, and she began moving her hand once more. A thought struck her — why were they torturing each other so? She knew what they were doing would not satisfy either of them. Spreading her legs over his taut waist, she brought her aching entrance to his manhood. Riftan immediately grabbed her hips.

“N-No, we can’t,” he rasped.

A discontented whine escaped her lips, and she rubbed herself against the tip of his member. He inhaled sharply and tightened his hold on her.

“I told you, we can’t,” he pleaded.

“W-Why not?”

When she looked up at him in resentment, Riftan’s face twisted horribly.

“Do you not remember the last campaign? I’m not putting you in such danger ever a—”

Another sharp breath cut him off, this time as Maxi rubbed her wetness over his throbbing shaft. It was an action driven by instinct to quell the rising heat between her legs. Her lower abdomen simmered, and her deepest part ached with need. It was simply unbearable.

Rubbing her forehead against his chest, Maxi began to move her hips in hopes of greater pleasure. The sound that burst from Riftan’s throat was like a nail grating on steel. At his limit now, he caved to the torturous act by rocking her back and forth.

“Goddammit…”

Panting, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. His rigid manhood rubbed and pressed against the slickness between her legs. As she shook with pleasure, Maxi desperately clung to his steel-like body. Though she tried fervently to sate her unfulfilled desire as much as possible, her efforts were pointless. Riftan appeared close to losing his mind as well.

He pressed himself against her, and his voice cracked as he said, “I want to be inside you right now.”

Maxi gazed up at him, her eyes feverish. “Y-You could… take it out… at the end.”

Riftan looked as if the devil himself were tempting him. He regarded her with hopeful eyes, then squeezed them shut.

“No. I don’t trust myself.”

“Th-Then… h-how about just a little…?”

“Damn it, what do you take me for? How many times must I tell you—”

Riftan abruptly stopped talking when Maxi grabbed his slick manhood and pushed it inside her. Though it was only the tip, she felt filled to capacity. The subtle pain made her grow still.

Shuddering violently, Riftan once again spat out, “Y-You demon…”

This time, Maxi had no argument. In an instant, she had become the most licentious and self-indulgent woman in the world. That was how much she wanted him. She desperately missed the feeling of him filling her completely.

More than anything, she longed to be connected to him again, to feel wanted and alive.

Riftan heartlessly pried her off and laid her over the spread-out garments on the ground. He maneuvered her legs onto his shoulder and, drawing them together, began to thrust against her groin as though they were making love.

Maxi wriggled pleadingly. Though she was almost hazy from the pleasure, it was still not enough. She wanted more.

When she subconsciously moved her hips to accept him, Riftan placed his forearms on either side of her head. She could see the bulging tendons in his limbs as he pressed his muscular form onto hers, effectively restraining her.

He began to thrust faster. When the brimming ecstasy and frustration reached breaking point, Maxi clawed at his back. Her spine ached from the uneven cave floor, and she was practically folded over, but neither of those discomforts outweighed the searing in her lower abdomen. She began to sob, almost tantrum-like. At that moment, the swelling heat in her stomach erupted.

Maxi moaned, her legs stiffening while her calf muscles convulsed and her toes curled. The last of her energy spent, she went slack under him. Riftan reached his climax soon after. Still bent over her, he tightened his grip on his manhood, and a lukewarm fluid gushed across her stomach.

“Goddammit…” he mumbled weakly, lowering his head with a thunk next to hers. “I’ve been crushed under a stallion.”

“W-Was it painful?”

Her voice came out as hoarse as his. Riftan raised his head to glower at her, his face set fiercely with unresolved sexual need.

“I’ve never been subjected to such cruel torture. How could you light a fire under me when I was trying my darndest to…”

Maxi had been deliberately avoiding eye contact from a sense of belated shame. She looked up at him curiously when his words faltered. She felt his fingers fumble with the delicate chain on her neck, and her face flushed as she realized he recognized the item hanging from it.

Riftan sat up and silently stared at the bronze coin glinting red in the firelight.

Maxi gulped and mumbled, “I-I didn’t want to lose it.”

His face was blank as he raised the coin and meticulously ran his fingers over both sides, confirming its origin. Quite suddenly, palpable pain rose on his face. He clutched the coin and tried to yank the chain from her neck. Maxi hastily stopped him.

“P-Please don’t!”

Riftan’s impassive expression crumbled as he yelled, “Why keep such a useless—”

He buried his face in his hands as if to hide the emotions that had unwittingly exploded. His vulnerability made Maxi’s heart ache. She got up and pulled him into her arms. Then, pushing his hand away, she gently kissed his cheeks, lips, and eyelids.