Savage Forest - Chapter 142.1

“Ha-uhp! Ah…”

Shortly after, her legs were slightly raised and wrapped around Tarhan’s waist as he quickly entered her.

Just like before, when he filled her this way, no other thoughts came to mind.

“Ahk, Tarhan…!”

Enya raised her hands above Tarhan’s head, succumbing to the familiar pleasure that washed over her.

The thudding sensation was too much to handle. Enya found herself being pushed upwards from the thrusting deep inside her stomach and let out a scream. It felt unbearably good.

“Ack! Aahh! Uht, hnng…”

Their s*x was purely for mutual pleasure, there was no need to hold back or push him away.

Initially, Tarhan had been hesitant about their relationship under the guise of worrying about the baby, but now he freely expressed his desires.

This change started after Yaru’s ridiculous suggestion.

“A proper relationship actually benefits the child’s emotional development. When I was pregnant with Yasmin, I had s*x with Nihitan twice daily. Look at my daughter now. Isn’t she perfect?”

Her legs were pushed onto his shoulders as he entered her deeply. Enya clung to his arms, enduring his movements and thought.

‘Yaru’s words have certainly made Tarhan more aggressive…’

Not that Enya didn’t like it. Lately, she had been enjoying their s*x together more than ever, that she wondered if something was wrong with her head.

When Enya expressed such concerns, the reaction of the women in Nervana Forest was unexpected.

“If you’re pregnant, isn’t it normal to feel more passionate about the baby’s father?”

Even Fiarca, who had no knowledge about children, grumbled by her side.

“When a woman is pregnant, it’s natural for people to give her and her partner space. It’s said that pregnancy can be quite demanding.”

Fiarca’s comment made the other women laugh so hard they almost fell backward.

“Hu-uht…”

As she thought about this, she suddenly felt his manhood touch her most sensitive spot inside. Enya writhed in his arms. As a signal, with her legs draped over his forearms, Tarhan thrusted vigorously.

Lying beneath him, Enya became disheveled as she recalled scenes from Aquilea. It seemed that intimate relations during pregnancy were not a taboo there, as pregnant women also participated in the day of repose.

“Haht, ugh… Ah!”

Enya moaned and gripped his pelvis to take the pillar deeper into her.

“A healthy woman should even be encouraged to have relations during pregnancy, as long as it’s not excessive.”

Piache had noted, observing Enya’s significantly improved health in Nervana.

Kiyan even boldly stated,

“The more you do it, the healthier the baby in the womb will be. Really.”

Tarhan’s thick veins stood out on both forearms as he braced his weight on either side of Enya’s face. Her legs were spread as wide as they could go, clinging to his waist while matching his vigorous rhythm. Her cheeks were bright red with excitement.

Beads of sweat dotted her face, and Tarhan’s tongue flicked across them. The moment Enya instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, his thrusts became noticeably faster.

“Huht, hu-uh, ah…! Aahh!”

Her white thighs momentarily lost her strength and suddenly her slender limbs wound around him like ropes.

She hit a relentless climax. Pleasure rushed in so quickly it felt as if the world went dark for a second. Her mouth fell open in an uncontrolled gasp, and her toes curled in midair. Tarhan pressed down her trembling, pale thighs with his rock-solid waist.

Tarhan also gave a deep groan as well. Resting his chin against Enya’s head, he took a long breath and gradually stopped moving. It was the onset of his release.

Enya’s body tensed a few times, her lower half instinctively pushing upward toward his manhood. Tarhan’s pelvis kept rolling against hers, perfectly pressing down on their connection. Their bodies were already slick with the fluids, sticking to each other’s skin.

Even then, he held himself up so that no pressure would be placed on her rounded belly, sweat pooling in the crooks of his arms.

He had already poured out so much, yet as if he had more to give, he thrust forward a few more times in that joined position. Each downward push drove further inside made Enya let out a faint moan as she reflexively tried to push him away.

“Does it hurt?”

He reacted instantly. Resting his chin on her head, he was easing his whole body, but then suddenly lifted it to check her expression.

It wouldn’t have hurt. Not after they’d been together so many times. He knew it. His question was more of a habit, a show of concern for her body.

Enya also responded by instinctively shaking her head.

“Hoo…Alright, then.”

Tarhan planted a smooth kiss on her lips before slowly withdrawing. He slipped an arm beneath her neck, helping her, who was completely exhausted, settle into a comfortable position. Even then, he continued to pepper gentle kisses across her skin.