Come and Cry at My Funeral - Side Story 12

From the way her nectar was flowing, it was certain her body was aroused, but it had been far too long since the last time they had coupled back in the canyon palace.

Izar flicked his gaze upward and fixed it on Freesia.

Both cheeks were flushed as if a fire had been lit beneath her skin, yet large eyes were wet with tears spilling down.

When he saw how she could not even control the thin thread of saliva trailing from the corner of her mouth, desire roared to life.

He parted the half-dazed Freesia’s lips and then stripped the last piece of cloth from her head entirely.

The moment even that final scrap covering her body vanished, she let out a choking sob and quivered.

“Izar, ah…!”

Before her hips could even twitch, he had already thrust his middle finger deep into the damp heat inside.

Freesia let out a small, trembling cry like a startled creature and threw her head back; Izar pressed his lips to the slope of her neck.

The scorching heat of her inner walls gripping his finger was intense enough to make filthy curses rise to his tongue.

“Ha…”

It made his vision blur with the urge to force himself all the way in and pour his lust to the very depths.

He wanted to devour this woman head to toe and then take her again and again while her small hands clung to his veined arm.

“Izar, hiic…”

But the face that had been hazy with pleasure just moments ago was now stained with tears tinged by pain.

“…That won’t do.”

Izar whispered, his voice stripped bare of reason.

He no longer wanted to bring her pain.

He still longed to see her cry, but those tears must hold nothing except pure pleasure.

He curled his finger buried deep in the slick, clinging heat and, at the same time, rubbed firmly at the swollen nub of her c******s with his thumb.

Though she was tight inside, the proof of her arousal made even the rougher touches sweetly accepted.

Freesia, who had been squirming from the unfamiliar intrusion, soon reacted and snapped her hips.

“Ah, aaah!”

As her lower body melted and turned into a mess all at once, the most desperate cry yet burst from her lips.

Her awkwardly parted thighs trembled uncontrollably, and a shiver ran all the way down to her curled toes.

Her whole body dampened as if coated in a thin film of sweat, and from between her round parted lips came a flood of sounds she herself could not make sense of.

When his thumb toyed with her c**t, tears spun dizzy circles in her eyes.

“Izar, ah, there, ah!”

“That wasn’t even the place you felt the most, was it?”

With a wet sound, something thicker pushed in and spread her deeper.

Each teasing motion grew louder, the squelching of her wetness ringing clear.

His movements inside became more forceful. She wanted to catch his wrist and stop him, but each flash of blinding white behind her eyes made her vision scatter.

“The place you like most was deeper, wasn’t it.”

“Mmh, hnngh, no… ahh!”

“Come on, remember.”

He nipped at her ear, tracing the rim as he goaded her, feeling like some brat thrilled to tease the girl he liked.

And he liked that feeling.

Somehow, it was as though he had finally grasped one of the countless missed chances that had slipped past them before.

If they had met differently, maybe they would have loved each other like younger lovers, shameless and wild like this.

“Freesia, come on.”

“Nnnngh…”

“Where do I have to push for you to go?”

Urged to remember with her body, Freesia shut her tear-brimmed eyes.

Though her flesh was slow to open after so long without intimacy, the memories carved deep came alive at the slightest call.

There was no way she didn’t know what he meant.

It was the place he struck and filled when he entered her, the heavy pressure that pinned her from within.

“Ngh, mmmnh.”

As soon as she recalled the sensation there, her slim waist bounced hard against the sheets.

The primal pleasure, enough to make her forget shame itself, flared awake just by remembering.

“Ah, wa… it…!”

Freesia threw her arms around Izar’s neck in a rush. Though she was clearly lying flat on the bed, a dizzying sensation of falling made her eardrums ring.

The wet, squelching sounds between her thighs grew even louder and wilder until, at last, a cry wrecked by pleasure broke from her flushed lips.

By then, the man’s wrist—still relentlessly opening her—was drenched.

Warm beads of sweat slid down her cheeks as the last trace of control vanished from Izar’s eyes.