His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at her resentfully as if she had scorned him. She hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Riftan remained silent for a long moment.
“I don’t have the confidence to be gentle.” He sounded deflated. “You’ll have to do it yourself.”
Mortified, Maxi glanced about before stammering, “T-Teach me…what to do….”
She saw his hands trembling as he lowered his trousers. He hoisted her back onto his lap.
“Spread your legs. Yes…sit lower…just like that…”
Maxi positioned herself on top and slowly took him in. She tried not to flinch at the discomfort of the tight sensation. When she rested her hands on his abdomen and froze,Riftan twitched and bit his lip. His whole body burned red like heated copper as he tried to restrain himself.
“Does it hurt?” he asked in a raspy voice.
It had been a while since she had last received him, and Maxi shook her head against the pain. He reached out to touch her before clenching his fist until his knuckles turned white. He clutched at the blanket instead.
“Try moving a little,” he croaked. “But…only as you want…Nghh…”
As she slowly began to slide up and down, Riftan threw his head back into the pillow and yanked at the blanket. He was like a lion struggling against its chains.
Maxi watched his face with glazed eyes as she gradually took him to the hilt before going up again. The pain disappeared as she maintained the rhythm, and sensual pleasure began to build inside her.
Again and again, she tightened around him. Riftan moaned as though she were torturing him to a slow death. His body was slick with sweat, and his breathing grew ragged. Maxi could not believe that the strongest man in the world was so helplessly surrendering himself beneath her.
Though his need seemed to be growing keener the more she moved, he somehow kept a tight grip on his self-control. Maxi tried to move faster but found it was not that easy.
She was soon at her limits. The place where their bodies merged throbbed, and she gasped as a convulsion erupted within her. Even so, a part of her was not satisfied. Splayed out on his chest, she longingly rubbed herself against him.
“R-Riftan…help me.”
He gulped, then wrapped his arms around her waist and began to move deeper and faster inside her. Maxi desperatelyclung to him as her vision went white. Sharp pleasure shot up her spine with every thrust. She pressed her forehead on his shoulder and cried out. His hands hungrily roamed over her neck, shoulders, and back, unable to stop himself.
He mumbled something unintelligible before moving even faster, like a bucking stallion freed from its reins. Maxi writhed on top of him, her toes curling as their bodies crashed together. Finally, an intense climax tore through her. Riftan’s arms tightened around her convulsing body.
How wonderful would it be if we could be merged as one like this forever?
That was Maxi’s last thought before she closed her eyes.
Hours later, she awoke to the sound of pouring rain. Her eyes fluttered open to take in the unfamiliar room and the wavering shadows on the walls. For a brief moment, she blinked in confusion before looking up at the hand stroking her hair. Riftan’s powerful torso loomed over her, staring out the window with his back against the wall.
Maxi gazed blankly up at him and realized that she was using his legs as a pillow. When she tried to sit up, Riftan nudged her head back onto his lap.
“Lie still.”
He twiddled with her earlobe, then ran his fingers through her disheveled hair. Maxi flinched at the tickling sensation.
Looking worried, Riftan adjusted the sheet that had slipped down. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Y-Yes.”
“I tried to hold back till the end, but you made it extremely difficult.”
Only then did it occur to Maxi that she may have beentoo bold. Hiding her flushed face beneath her messy hair, she tried to change the subject. “I-It seems to be raining.”
Riftan watched the raindrops pelting the window as he answered. “It’s the autumn rain. The temperature will drop once it stops.”
Flicking a glance at his dark expression, she cautiously reached for his hand resting on his knee. He stiffened as she interlaced his long fingers with her own.
“D-Don’t be so angry anymore,” she murmured as she caressed his rugged knuckles and calluses. “To be honest…I’m happy that you won’t have to go to war.”
