Chapter 34
She was in such overwhelming anguish that she forgot about the torn wound below entirely. She was so mentally crushed that she didn’t even properly realize the blood and afterbirth continuing to pour out of her.
When she shifted her legs, more blood welled up and spilled out. As the cloth beneath her grew soggy, the man replaced it with a fresh one.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Seeing the man silently tending to her only made her emotions surge again. Hill clutched his arm and sobbed softly. He must be in pain too, having lost the child.
Yet he didn’t reproach her even once, only comforted her. Because of me, the baby died. Because of me…
“Please stop crying. You’ll exhaust yourself.”
He soothed her gently. She wanted to stop, out of guilt, but her tears refused to obey. Broken sobs she couldn’t suppress burst out in fits. The man buried his face at the nape of her neck, where her crying rose, and spoke.
“It’s all right, Hill. This isn’t your fault.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… because of me… if I had just—”
“If there is any fault, it is mine alone. My young, lovely Hill.”
As Hill shook her head again and again, the man pulled her tightly into his arms and lowered his lips. His mouth traced down the long line of her neck, pressed at her collarbone, and brushed lower still.
As he rubbed his lips against the front of her clothes, soaked with milk, he caught the fabric between his teeth. The damp cloth was pulled aside, and his warm lips covered her chilled skin.
“You smell of milk.”
He whispered softly as he licked her flesh. Tears streamed again from Hill’s eyes as the image of the baby resurfaced. Like a young animal, the man swept his tongue over her b****t, then pressed his lips to the n****e swollen with milk. He flicked out his tongue and licked up a drop.
When his tongue touched the hardened tip, sensitive from engorgement, a strange sensation ran through her. She stiffened her shoulders reflexively and tightened below. Either unaware or unconcerned, the man licked the n****e several times. Then took the entire areola into his mouth and began to suck in earnest.
“Mmgh…”
As the milk that had filled her b*****s to tightness was drawn out, she felt a cooling relief, along with a faintly obscene sensation. She despised herself for feeling pleasure at a time like this, yet she couldn’t stop the involuntary response rising in her body.
After sucking from her right b****t, the man moved to the left, where milk was already leaking freely. Before sucking, he licked it gently. As blood surged out from below at her flinch, he repeatedly lapped at the beads of milk forming there and murmured,
“Your milk is very sweet, Hill.”
The hand that slid up her chest gripped just outside the areola and pressed firmly.
“I’ve always wondered what mother’s milk tastes like. Today, my curiosity has been satisfied.”
A stream of yellowish b****t milk spurted from her n****e, arcing into the air before dripping down.
The man watched it for a moment, then lowered his head and licked up the milk as it ran along her skin, swallowing it. When his warm tongue traced her flesh, that subtle sensation crept beneath her skin again. Hill barely managed to suppress the moan rising in her throat.
The tongue that had thoroughly swept her b****t returned to her n****e. After circling the wet areola, it withdrew. Then his damp lips close over the n****e and bite down. When he sucked hard, a sharp shiver shot up her spine as if something had been pulled tight between her legs.
Hill threw her head back, breathing raggedly.
“Hill.”
The man, who had suckled her b*****s until they softened, called her quietly. Hill could only pant, her face turning red. Gazing at her like she was a precious thing, he kissed her sweaty cheek and asked,
“How does it feel, being suckled?”
“Th-thank you for… keeping it from hardening… but from now on…”
She tried to piece together an answer, but he shook his head as if that wasn’t what he meant. Then he bit down lightly on her shoulder.
“Didn’t it tingle down below?”
“H—hn…”
“Your eyelashes were trembling, like you were feeling something.”
His lips sought out sensitive spots, pressing and teasing with his tongue. Blood kept seeping out with each twitch, soaking through the fresh cloth again. Hill answered in a trembling voice,
“P-please… stop this…”
“That won’t do, Hill.”
She gathered what little strength she had left and pushed at his chest, but the descendant of giants didn’t budge.
Gripping her chin with a faintly amused look, he pressed a deep kiss onto her. She shook her head, trying to escape, but it was useless. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and ravaged her relentlessly.
By the time the violent kiss ended, blood from between her thighs had soaked the bed sheets. He stared at the tearful Hill and completely pulled aside her thin garments.
His lips traced down her chest, her belly, her hip bones, and finally reached the blood-soaked thicket below. Hill sobbed for him to stop, but he paid no heed and pressed his mouth to her.
His heated flesh pushed into her blood-wet inside. He drank the flowing blood greedily. An unseen force pinned her body down so she couldn’t even struggle. Bound in place, Hill endured his oral ministrations.
After probing deep with his tongue and licking up the blood, he lifted his head. Smiling with bloodstained lips, he spoke gently,
“There’s no need to grieve so deeply just because you lost the child, Hill.”
“Ah… ahh…”
“Can’t we simply make another? Especially since giant blood flows in me—blood that heals any wound…”
After cutting his own hand, he inserted his finger into the opening where the tear had been healing.
Then, leaning close to her as she gasped like someone on the verge of suffocation from crying too much, he whispered tenderly again..
“This should allow your insides to heal quickly. Then I’ll fill you with my seed once again, Hill.”
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