Savage Forest - Chapter 137.2

Every time his pillar brushed and rubbed the inside, it cheered and poured out liquid.

The wet flesh clapped against each other with a wet sound. However, Enya wasn’t satisfied. She knew there was more.

She had experienced it before.

She understood why Tarhan had chosen this position. He was careful to avoid pressing against her belly. Still, she wanted to open her legs wider, to take him as deeply as she possibly could.

Her desire was almost crazy. She had never felt such yearning during her pregnancy.

“Ha, haht, ha! Aahh, Tarhan… I…”

Her hips began to move on their own to meet his rhythm. Her breasts bounced wildly before Tarhan’s gaze. His eyes burned with passion.

As he adjusted his movements so that their bodies would collide, he reached behind her body with his arms and braced himself on his knees, using his powerful thighs to drive into her with a steady rhythm.

“Ha! Ha-uht! Aahh! Hah!”

Enya quickly reached her peak.

Perhaps she was overwhelmed by the long-awaited relationship. Her inner walls tightened around him while a rush of warmth flooded between her thighs.

Tarhan held her hips firmly, preventing her from pulling away while she was on top. He locked her in place so she couldn’t move.

“Haahht, ha-ah…”

Enya felt her vision flickering as she continuously clenched on the hot pillar.

Her thighs trembled in the afterglow, and her strength waned. Tarhan caught her limp body quickly and kissed her white chest and belly as beads of sweat glistened on her skin. Carefully, he laid Enya back onto the soft grass before he settled beside her body again.

He lifted one of her legs over his hip and slid back inside her from behind.

“Ah, ung…”

He moved slowly at first, and his large hands settled and kneaded her breast. Enya felt the urgent touch from his slightly rough hands on her breasts.

“…Your breasts, they’ve grown bigger.”

“Hahng, bre, breasts….? Ahht, ung….”

Enya was barely able to process his words before he thrust deeper. She moaned as her inner walls tightened and pulsed around him. Tarhan groaned low in his throat.

“Even the color, it’s darker now.”

“Ah, uht, ahng…huht!”

When he shifted his angle, her hips briefly lifted off the ground before pressing her back down. As he thrusted a little deeper, moans spilled out of her lips.

“Ha, so good… Enya.”

He whispered into her ear. His deep voice sent a shiver through her entire body.

The tingling sensation was so good that she cried and grabbed Tarhan’s hand as he kneaded her breasts. He massaged her breast so intensely that her sensitive peaks were nearly aching. He guided her hand to her own breast and placed his palm over hers.

Enya soon found herself moving her hands over her own chest under Tarhan’s guidance.

His manhood, which had been pulled out as far it could between her thighs, was still impossibly thick and vivid with veins.

The walls of her passage grew eager.

“Uung…! Ha-ang! Ah, ah…!”

Enya twisted her body, caught once more in the excitement.

The sensations were overwhelming. It threatened to carry her toward another blinding climax. Her hand instinctively moved to her belly. Even in that crazy blissful moment, she was worried for the baby.

Was it truly okay to feel this much pleasure?

“Hmm, ah…”

As if sensing her thoughts, Tarhan slowed his movements. His arms supported her chest, and his lips brushed reassuring kisses along the nape of her neck.

Now they were lying side by side, their bodies touching and moving gently.

The heightened sense of climax was continuously maintained by the wave-like movement. It was not too deep or shallow. As if Enya’s hip was pushed to Tahan’s center, the two groins touched with a moist sound and fell off.

“Ahng… Ah, ah…”

They savored the slow, exquisite pleasure together.

Time seemed to stretch and blur.

Enya wasn’t sure when, but her moans grew louder. The speed of the pillar pushing against the inner wall also gradually increased. She also seemed to be slowly reaching the peak of her excitement. However, in the current position, she felt weak to receive him even to his roots.

She wriggled like a fish out of the water and tried to take him in a little deeper.

Her body twisted for greater stimulation. Enya grudgingly pointed out Tarhan’s hard and large hand, which was resting on her lower abdomen.

Then came his boiling sigh.

And in an instant, Enya’s hips, which had been lying sideways, rose to the sky. He lifted her pelvis, made her kneel, and aligned himself from the back.

“Hu-ugh….I’m sorry… I’ll try to put it as shallow as possible.”

His voice was hoarse.

Enya squeezed her eyes shut. She swallowed hard and then adjusted her position.

As she lowered her chest and raised her hips higher, Tarhan supported her belly with one hand so they wouldn’t touch the ground and pushed inside her again.