Savage Forest - Chapter 138.1

“Ah…!”

Instinctively, Enya lowered her upper body further and raised her hips higher. The pressure was far more intense than she had anticipated.

Wet, slapping sounds echoed as his hips met her b*ttocks.

The connection was deep. It was so deep that it felt as though her inner walls, stretched to their limits, were singing in euphoric praise.

“Huh, haht, aahh…!”

Tarhan’s hands quickly steadied her waist, which was twisting frantically.

“Easy, Enya. I’m sorry, I’ll be gentle.”

“No, no. Don’t. Don’t be gentle.”

Hearing her pleading whine, Tarhan’s breathing grew heavier.

“Huuh…No. I have to be careful.”

He whispered to her as though convincing her. Yet, the grip of his hands on her hips was tight.

Her barely returning mind seemed to spiral again from the deep thrusts. Her body was clenching and gnawing at him. It felt as though even her womb had forgotten its precious occupant.

“Hhng, ha, aaht!”

Tarhan began moving slowly, mindful to support her belly with one hand so she nor the baby would get hurt.

Their lower bodies clung together and parted with a wet sound. Drops of moisture, whether sweat or water, fell from Enya’s temples. Her thoughts blurred with only one thought: to reach the climax with him after rubbing flesh with him.

“Ta, Tarhan…!”

Her trembling hand reached behind her, brushing against his shoulder. She arched her back lower and raised her hips higher. She was like a feline in heat, purring and calling.

“Hu-ugh…Enya, a moment, a moment…I’ll go quicker.”

Tarhan panted, blowing his hot breath against her ear. His pace quickened, their hips meeting with a much louder sound. The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder, more forceful.

The dynamic movements followed. Enya screamed and twisted as she could not stand the moans.

“Hah, haa, hup…!”

He gripped her frantic chest hard for a moment.

Due to the strong friction that made a sound, the temperature inside her steadily heated up. Every time he thrust inside, it seemed like a thunderbolt was falling in front of her eyes.

Her soft, rounded thighs slapped together under the force of his movements.

As Enya’s arms weakened beneath her, her body sank lower, deepening their connection even further.

Tarhan’s arm veins were bulging with effort to avoid thrusting into her too roughly. Then, he began pressing the sensitive spot inside her with the tip of his length. Her burning walls began clenching around him.

“Hhng, ha-aht, ah! Aahh! Ha-agh…!”

A shattering climax overtook her.

Enya’s body convulsed as if struck by lightning, and she screamed. Her body shook and collapsed.

Her head went blank. Her mind melted. Her hips instinctively arched upward, taking him down to the root.

Tarhan’s strong arms caught her rising torso and pressed her back down. With a guttural groan, Tarhan also climaxed. Her inner walls spasmed, squeezing him tightly as she took everything the spewed liquid.

Then, his hands moved tenderly, caressing her swollen belly. He stroked the damp waist and the wet hairs between her thighs, and the flowing liquid from where their bodies met, spreading them with his palm.

“Hah… hah…”

Both remained connected for a long time. Trembling with each other bodies, savoring the afterglow.

It was Tarhan who moved first, carefully withdrawing from her. Even that simple motion sent a tingling sensation through Enya, making her shiver slightly. He quickly wrapped an arm around her from behind and held her.

He brushed his damp palm across her forehead and asked worriedly.

“Are you okay?”

Enya, still catching her breath, managed a small nod.

Their long-overdue relationship had momentarily snapped her.

While she nodded, her hand instinctively moved to her belly, stroking it anxiously. Thankfully, there was no discomfort or tightening in her abdomen. Even after the father and mother had a passionate lovemaking, the baby, in its stable period, seemed safely nestled within her.

She shifted her focus to Tarhan’s soothing touch as he caressed her body, feeling relieved.

Tarhan’s lips fell to her flushed neck. His hands roamed over her chest and waist, adjusting her position so she could rest more comfortably.

She settled onto his lap and leaned into his chest.

It had been so long since she felt this unburdened, completely at ease in his arms. He kept peppering her fragrant neck and hair with nibbles and kisses before a deep groan came out of him, and he suddenly tightened his arms around her.

“Haa… Why does it feel better every time we do this?”

Enya couldn’t help but laugh.

His voice showed his voice. The laughter shook her chest, and Tarhan playfully cupped her breast in his hand.

“Ow!”

She gave a soft gasp. Pouting in anger, she swatted his chest lightly in protest. Tarhan immediately loosened his grip and rubbed it gently.

As if apologizing, he gave a circular massage while kissing her again.

Enya wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him deeply. Their saliva and tongues, lost with each other, felt like savoring the sweetness of ripe fruit.