Chapter 28
Killian’s voice was flat as he abruptly pulled out. The hand that had been gripping Rachel’s shoulder released her, instead tangling in her red hair to yank her head back—forcing her to look at him.
“Ah—!”
Her neck twisted sharply, their faces now inches apart. Rachel flinched, her gaze instinctively darting away. The eyes that met hers were so icy it was hard to believe they belonged to the same man who’d just been buried inside her. Her dazed green irises wavered with uncertainty.
“I asked if you wanted me to stop.”
“Ah… I—”
This wasn’t the reaction she’d expected. Panicked, Rachel hesitated. If she said no, he might accuse her of playing games and walk away. If she said yes, he might take her at her word and end things here.
Either way, if she wanted this to continue, she had to beg.
Her eyes grew damp with frustration. Fingers fidgeting against the tree bark, she finally reached out, timidly clutching the edge of Killian’s sleeve.
“P-Put it back in…”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Please… put it back in.”
Her voice trembled, fragile as glass. Killian’s mouth curled at the edges.
“Do it yourself.”
He released her hair, using that same hand to grip his c**k instead, tapping the tip lightly against her entrance. Tap. Tap. The slick head clung stickily to her folds before pulling away, teasing the aching emptiness that pulsed in time with her whimpers.
“Nh—! Hng… Hah…”
Rachel’s moan bordered on a sob. Her body throbbed, desperate to reclaim the pleasure that had been ripped away. Her face burned; her mind went blank. Yet her c**t kept clenching, begging for more.
…Need to take it.
She obeyed that primal instinct without hesitation. Reaching between her own legs, she fumbled until her fingers brushed against him. Gripping his shaft, she guided him back, rubbing the swollen head against her before finally pushing her hips back—
“Ah! Aah—!”
The stretch was exquisite. She rocked forward, then back again, dragging his length along her inner walls. The friction sent sparks up her spine, but it wasn’t enough. She needed him deeper. Harder.
“Haah… Ah… Nn…!”
She tried, moving frantically, but her own strength had limits. Even with him fully sheathed inside her, she—
She turned her head with a soft sniffle, meeting Killian’s unwavering gaze as she pleaded:
“Please… move. Don’t be angry… I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”
Silence.
“Hng… F**k me. Please.”
More silence.
“Your Majesty… Hah… hngh…”
The longer she begged, the more her eyes glistened with unshed tears. A single droplet rolled down her cheek—a pitiful sight that starkly contrasted with the way her inner walls clenched hungrily around his c**k.
The tightness made Killian grit his teeth, his grip twitching with the urge to haul her hips against him. Yet even as desire surged, a strange dissonance settled over him. His gaze sharpened as he studied Rachel.
This woman is… odd.
Beyond her obvious promiscuity, there was something about her—something that inexplicably provoked him.
‘She doesn’t seem to be doing it intentionally… Could she actually be…?’
A hypothesis flickered to life. Whether correct or not hardly mattered, but if true, she might hold the key to treating his condition. Testing the theory wouldn’t hurt.
‘How to proceed…?’
His eyes scanned their surroundings before landing on a solution. Gritting his teeth, he seized Rachel’s hips partly to confirm his suspicion, but mostly because his self-control had reached its limit.
Since his c**k was already fully sheathed inside her, he simply rolled his hips in slow, deliberate circles stirring her depths as if carving out more space within her. The slick friction of their joined flesh produced lewd, squelching sounds.
“Hngk—Your Majesty…! Ah! Aah…!”
Rachel gasped as if surfacing from underwater, her inner walls suddenly clamping down around him. Killian spread her tighter-than-before passage with each measured withdrawal, only to slam back into the hilt. Overheated flesh clung to his length, pulsing obscenely.
“Ah! Ahh! Hahk…! Ah—!”
Her entire body trembled violently, starved nerves finally getting what they craved. With every thrust, her vision stuttered like a guttering candle. Even her hearing grew hazy, though Killian’s deep voice cut through the fog:
“You begged so prettily—you’ve earned a reward. Rachel, can you hear that?”
He said her name. Under normal circumstances, she might’ve jolted at the unexpected intimacy, but right now, nothing mattered except that single word: reward.
Her oversensitive body was already leaking around him—what more could he possibly give her? A flicker of fear mixed with dizzy anticipation.
“Ah! Aahn…! Wh-What… reward…?”
His responding chuckle was dark with promise.
“The sound of footsteps, do you hear them?”
“Hah… F-Footsteps…?”
“Judging by the sound, they’ll be here soon.”
“Uh… Ah! Aah…!“
Rachel’s foggy mind struggled to process Killian’s words. People? The concept refused to take hold.
Blinking slowly, she suddenly jolted awake—a sharp gasp escaping her.
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