Mr. Kadan in the Deep Forest - Chapter 52

While Kadan spoke calmly, Luna looked as if she might cry again at any moment. Kadan gently wiped her face, as if to reassure her not to worry.

“Soon, the kingdom sent soldiers. I volunteered as the vanguard commander and told my father, ‘If we win this war, give me the Brillan Kingdom.'”

Once he had the kingdom in his hands, Luna would naturally fall to him as well. For Kadan, the war was merely a means to claim Luna, an act born from his obsessive desire.

The war unfolded more easily than expected. The soldiers of the weak kingdom were so arrogant that they left many openings.

Kadan didn’t enjoy the slaughter, but he showed no hesitation in cutting them down. In his mind, Luna, who was carrying his child, was waiting for him. Of course, the irritating image of Ruth, sitting beside her, would sometimes appear in his dreams.

“I fought desperately. To see you again.”

And he had secured a complete victory. Kadan wrapped his arms tightly around Luna.

“I won’t let you go now. No, I won’t allow it.”

Luna was the only one who could stroke his head, and she was the one who had shown him the colors of emotions in a life that had felt so devoid of them.

As Luna’s sobs faded, she quietly embraced his back.

“If you want to run, go ahead and run. But Luna… “

Kadan gently tapped her lower lip with his finger.

“You’ll come back. I’ll make sure of it.”

His possessive eyes, locked directly onto hers. His tone was commanding, almost as if giving an order, but Luna responded with a soft smile.

“I won’t leave, Kadan. I’ll stay by your side.”

Those words gave the man, who had been desperately hiding his darker feelings, a deep sense of satisfaction. Kadan scratched his neck and turned his gaze away, as if he was holding something back.

Meanwhile, Luna slowly righted herself from her half-reclined position. As she lowered her legs from Kadan’s shoulders and tried to sit properly on the throne the soaked cushion met her bare skin.

Oh my! Luna jolted upright. Her cheeks were burning red again.

“This seat—you have to change it. Promise me!”

“Fine.”

“You have to keep your word.”

“I will.”

Though Kadan nodded, Luna skeptically held out her pinky. Instead of linking fingers, he gripped her waist. Luna’s was spun around to face away from him.

Kadan ground his hips against her backside. Stumbling, she braced herself on the armrests. Her damp skirts rode up and Kadan’s length rubbed along her cleft.

“Kadan, that’s enough now.”

“Enough?”

He punctuated the question with sharp smacks of his hardness against her flesh. Luna was still limp from her earlier climax, so she could barely lift a finger.

She realized belatedly: Nothing’s even happened yet.

Kadan smirked.

“I haven’t even started. How selfish of our holy saint who oversaw the kingdom.”

“Kadan, your tone—ah!”

He draped over her back, his index finger circling her swollen c**t. At the same time, his c**k slid between her thighs and teased her slick folds.

“I—I already came! Hah! I can’t—ahh!”

Her c**t was oversensitive from relentless stimulation, so every touch almost felt painful.

But her honest body clenched and fluttered, craving more. Her liquid smeared along his veined length. Luna rocked back against him to demand something bigger.

“Kadan, not… your hand—”

“Then what do you want beside my hand?”

“You’re awful.”

“Just curious. What exactly you’re asking for. What should I give you?”

“Why are you suddenly so fluent in the common tongue? It’s infuriating.”

“Daily practice.”

The slick glans moved slowly up and down along her parted folds. Her plump labia spread open as the bulbous tip positioned itself over the rosy entrance.

“I need to properly convey my heart when I’m with you.”

Thud! Without warning, the blunt head speared inside. Though prepared, Luna—who hadn’t done anything in nearly half a year—struggled to accommodate the thick, rigid flesh.

Hahk! The pressure of her organs being shoved upward left her lightheaded. Her trembling legs buckled dangerously. Though the blockage was below, she strangely couldn’t catch her breath.

“Too tight.”

Damn it. Kadan paused to steady his breathing. Every time he inhaled, his sweat-slicked chest expanded. Luna’s velvety walls clenched around him, it gave equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure.

With a clenched jaw, Kadan thrust deeper. His length split her narrow passage in one stroke and reached her cervix. When he buried himself to the end, his coarse pubic hair pressed flush against her swollen flesh.

At the same time, the head of his length slid past her womb, probing into an unknown space.

Kadan withdrew halfway before slamming back in and repeated the thrusting. The hard and fast thrust made frothy liquid to bubble at their joined place.