Savage Forest - Chapter 138.2

Tarhan’s rough palms brushed against her, and her nipples stiffened even more. His manhood had also been up and pressing against her back as if it hadn’t already been released earlier. A flicker of hesitation lingered in his movements as he kneaded her breast.

“…This time, I really won’t do it.”

His throat bobbed as he pulled away from her lips. But this time, too, she pulled his face back toward hers to kiss him once more.

“But I want to….”

Her words made his hands, which had been moving over her body, freeze momentarily.

Enya’s lips turned into a full grin. In the past, she had always tried to keep up with Tarhan’s desires, no matter how much they cherished and loved each other.

But now, with the roles reversed, she couldn’t help but laugh.

She turned in his arms, looped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. For a moment, Tarhan seemed hesitant, but soon, he focused and kissed her back. His large hands wandered over her body with a desperate gesture.

Breaking the kiss, Enya turned her back to him as she settled herself onto his lap. Straddling him with her legs parted while putting one arm on his shoulder, she reached down and guided his hand to her insides.

Tarhan’s hand froze for a moment, then gently began caressing her.

“Huuht…”

Enya let out a soft moan, tilting her head back to rest against his firm chest. She moved her hips in circles, rubbing her wet flesh around his erect manhood.

Tarhan gently lifted her thighs, looking flustered.

“We really shouldn’t. Even Piach said it could be risky…”

His nose was red.

Enya knew he was just as aroused as she was, especially after such a long time. He was restraining himself purely out of concern for her condition.

She spread her legs wider, deliberately guiding his hand to the wet insides.

“One, one more time… just once more.”

She nuzzled her cheek against his chest.

Tarhan closed his eyes as if bracing himself, and he let out a strained groan before burying his face in the curve of her neck. His hand, which had been holding her chest, slid down to cradle her slightly swollen belly.

He murmured in a rough voice.

“You… just wait until this one’s born…”

The words were almost like a warning, and Enya could only laugh.

“I’m not letting you off next time.”

Their lips met again, and Enya felt a tingling anticipation bloom in her lower belly.

She must have been completely mad. Tarhan helped her lift her hips slightly, and Enya, facing away from him, guided his length inside herself.

“Uht, Enya… you’re so tight.”

As his tip went in, her slick walls instinctively pulled him further in. With a contented sigh, she lowered herself onto his lap. Their liquid from earlier made it easy for her body to accept the hot pillar completely.

Tarhan leaned back against the trunk of a sap tree, gripped her waist and grazed her small shoulders with his lips.

“This time, we’re really going slow, alright?”

He pleaded with a desperate voice.

Enya pretended to ignore his request and leaned into his chest, rotating her hips slowly, teasingly. She braced one foot against his thigh, spreading her legs as wide as she could, and continued to move. The pleasure rushed in early.

“Huht, ha-hng…”

If seen from the front, their connection would have been completely exposed. Enya moved her hips in circular motions and gradually took in Tarhan’s thick pillar.

Whenever she went a little faster, he would grab her waist to slow her down, holding her still to prevent her from moving. Each time, she let out a dissatisfied whimper, and her inner walls squeezed tightly around him in protest.

Unable to resist the sensation, he would release his grip, and the two of them would resume their frantic movements.

“Aa-aht! Ah…!”

At some point, Tarhan’s thrusts grew more intense. The ever-increasing pleasure overwhelmed Enya as she let out a moan and raised her legs higher. The more their joined bodies got exposed in the open air, the more her inner walls gripped him with even greater force.

“Ah-hak! Hah! Ah…!”

Tarhan was now lying almost flat on the ground. Enya braced herself on his hips with both hands, her legs draped over his rock-solid thighs.

Enya bent her knees, squeezing him tighter with every movement. When her strength began to waver, Tarhan adjusted, bending his own knees to meet her from below. Her slightly swollen belly was lifted higher in the sky. The sound of their impact echoed around the sap tree grove.

Soon, her thighs began to tighten and contract.

“Hu-uht, haaaah…!”

She let out a cry and collapsed backward.

The heavy pleasure that coursed through her pelvis and lower back seemed to send her mind away. Her arms and legs flailed weakly, and Tarhan quickly pulled her into his arms. His pillar remained buried deep inside her, swelling, almost bursting.

“Haahk! Haht, ah…!”

The stimulation continued as she cried and twisted her body. Tears welled up at the overwhelming sensation.

Moments later, Tarhan came inside her.

The pouring seed filled her completely before seeping out. Enya felt his body lean forward as he hugged her tightly while she was lost in the hazy sensation.