Savage Forest - Chapter 142.2
Enya naturally felt his damp fingertips brushing against her chest, and sunk into a daze. She was still caught in the lingering waves of pleasure.
As her breathing steadied, she couldn’t help but think:
With every time they do this, it feels like their relationship becomes more and more animalistic…
She recalled how they had snuck away before dawn earlier that day to had s*x again.
Before they could even reach their usual meeting place, they found themselves pressed against the base of a secluded tree. There was no time to fully undress, Enya barely managed to hike up her skirt before Tarhan thrusted frantically, to a swift climax.
On the way back, she could still feel the warm se*en trickling down her thighs, forcing her to return in his arms.
It was no different from the instincts of a wild animal.
‘Is it because of the forest?’
Enya glanced around at the towering trees and thick vegetation that stretched far above her head. It wasn’t just the setting. There was something about the people’s attitudes as well.
Even Piache, who had once been so reserved, now seemed to have fully embraced the Nervana way of thinking. She had even offered this bit of advice:
“You two should build a house and move out already. In ancient Nervana, couples used to live separately from the tribe after the woman became pregnant.”
It was a subtle yet obvious remark about how Nervana women’s desires had noticeably increased after pregnancy.
Enya had turned bright red on the spot, mortified that even Piache had caught on to her growing desires.
‘But still…’
Resting against Tarhan’s arm, she found herself unconsciously curling her legs together.
Enya squeezed her eyes shut.
It hadn’t been long since their last relationship, yet she could already feel the familiar ache building within her.
There was no denying that the reason they had s*x so many times lately wasn’t entirely Tarhan’s doing.
At first, she had thought it was simply the result of reuniting with a lover after being apart for so long. But now, Enya could no longer ignore that she was in heat.
She had overheard the Nervana women talking about it once and laughed among themselves.
Some women’s desires lessened during pregnancy, while others found theirs increasing. In Nervana, the latter was far more common. The warm climate and wild environment seemed to heighten instincts, making them crave their partners at all hours.
Lately, even just seeing Tarhan’s hands made her mouth go dry.
It was an amazing reaction. Watching his broad back as he worked in the distance left her thighs trembling, feeling something warm and slick gather deep inside her walls. Once, she had found herself staring at him as he ate, unable to swallow. In the end, before he could even finish his meal, she had grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the nearest hidden spot she could find.
It happened at the most unexpected moments. Just looking at him made her body restless. Her insides felt hollow, her earlobes burned hot, and all she could do was swallow dryly in frustration.
If Tarhan hadn’t been so willing to indulge her desires, she might have truly suffered through a difficult and frustrating phase.
Enya buried her face against Tarhan’s side and let out a long sigh.
She was utterly mortified. It was even more so because usually, it had been Tarhan struggling with this kind of frustration in their relationship, not her.
Tarzan’s hand, which had been idly moving on her chest, slid gently around her back. He caressed her shoulder a few times before patting into a more familiar rhythm.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Enya froze slightly, still pressing her face against his side.
The fact that even Tarhan had noticed only made her blush slightly.
His hand wandered higher, brushing against her ear and cheek before tenderly stroking her hair. Then, as if speaking to himself, he murmured again.
“Really, there’s no need to feel ashamed. I heard that… well, it’s normal to lose some self-control during pregnancy.”
He was trying to reassure her despite his own awkwardness.
Enya blinked, unsure of how to react. Then, asked in a small, sulky voice,
“Who told you that?”
“…..”
Tarhan didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to. The only person he would have felt comfortable enough to discuss this with was likely Nihitan.
Enya pouted slightly, though she kept it hidden from him.
Just then, his hand, which had been gently rubbing her back, slid down to rest on her stomach. His touch was so tender.
Still holding her close, Tarhan closed his eyes and whispered,
“A mother’s happiness is a child’s happiness. This time…”
He paused for a moment. Enya remained still in his chest and waited patiently for him to continue. Eventually, his rough voice came out.
“The baby will be born healthy.”
His fingertips moved in soft motion across the curve of her stomach.
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