Mr. Kadan in the Deep Forest - Chapter 57

“Can I take off the blindfold now?”

Nestled in Kadan’s arms, Luna inhaled the crisp scent of greenery and reached for her blindfold.

“Not yet.”

He brushed his lips against hers before carrying her forward, his boots crunching softly on earthen ground rather than marble. Luna took a deep breath. The fresh air washed away the lingering metallic tang of blood, lifting her spirits.

He set her down on a smooth stone surface. The gentle murmur of flowing water echoed behind her. A garden? She reached back—her fingertips met cool, rippling liquid.

“Where are we?”

When she tried to remove the blindfold, Kadan caught her wrist. His whisper tickled her ear:

“Keep it on a while longer.”

“But I can’t see.”

“Do you fear me even when I’m right here?”

“No, that’s not—Ah!”

She jolted as her dress slipped open, the pre-loosened ribbons gave way to expose her b*****s to the open air. Without hesitation, Kadan’s mouth closed around a n****e and sucked greedily. The obscenely wet sounds make her squirm with embarrassment.

“K-Kadan… Hah… Aren’t we outside?”

“Indeed. This is the garden. Earlier, you seemed eager to do this in public.”

He bit down lightly, teasing her for imagining something lewd earlier.

“Ngh! That’s not—Ah! Don’t bite—Ahn!”

Kadan took her entire areola before sucking it hard. The tongue stimulated against the peak. Pleasure sparked from her n****e down her spine.

Luna’s new underwear grew damp with juice that was leaking out. Kadan’s hand slid under her skirt as he immediately noticed her shifting her waist slightly. Kadan’s fingers pressed against the soaked fabric.

“Tell me—is this your doing, or is it my s***n?”

“Ah! Don’t… say such things…”

“I studied the common tongue just to whisper filth to you. Won’t you praise me?”

“There’s no way… Hah!… language books teach that— Ahn!”

“Call it creative improvisation.”

His fingers parted her folds and circled her swollen c**t.

Blindfolded, every sensation amplified. The risk of being overheard should’ve silenced her, but Kadan’s relentless touch made her moan.

“Had I known you’d enjoy it this much, I’d have brought you here sooner.”

“Ah! That’s… Ahn!… a misunderstanding—Aah!”

“Luna, you’re too loud.”

He hushed her with a finger to her lips, while saying that an attendant might really come. The thought of servants overhearing stained her ears red—especially remembering the sounds she’d just made.

“Shall I stop if you’re worried?”

His fingertips trailed lower from the mound and teased her entrance. Luna bit her lip and bowed her head.

“I wanted to pound into you properly—what a shame.”

Kadan began withdrawing his hand, but Luna fumbled for his wrist and dragged it back between her thighs herself.

Kadan didn’t move.

Frustrated by him, she gripped his wrist and began rocking it back and forth. The wet sounds of her juices filled the air as she worked his fingers inside. She wanted it rougher, deeper, but this was the best she could manage alone.

Luna swallowed his fingers to the base. Normally he’d curl them to stroke that sweet spot, but now he merely let her inner walls cling to him without participation.

It wasn’t enough. Compared to last night, this was pitifully inadequate.

She sat perched on the fountain railing in the palace gardens, surrounded by tri-colored roses—a spot where nobles once took tea. The heady floral scent would instantly make any noble recognize the place.

But Luna, who’d devoted herself solely to temple affairs, had never attended such gatherings. She couldn’t begin to guess her location.

Yet she seemed bold enough despite not knowing the place. Perhaps she’d fully surrendered to this brazen act. Luna squeezed her thighs around his hand as she drove his fingers deeper.

“Ngh—Kadan, not… like this…”

“Then what do you want?”

“Hah… you’re mean.”

“Me?”

“So mean. Having this… right here…”

Luna’s hand groped where his hips should be. As expected, she found him standing exactly in front of her. Her fingers caught on the stiff leather belt before sliding down the smooth silk of his trousers.

The thick outline of his e******n strained visibly. Luna leaned forward and pressed her lips to the heated bulge. As she couldn’t see anything, she could almost feel the scorching heat through the cloth.