My Only Protector Is a Killer - Chapter 7

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

Base camp changed from time to time, but it was usually just a campsite.

At night, they would put out the fire and curl up inside their sleeping bags, as beasts might be drawn by the light. However, on the first night Liv followed Machete without a plan, she didn’t have a sleeping bag.

Somehow, Machete had obtained a sleeping bag big enough to fit his large body and spread it out, while Liv looked at it enviously before pulling out a single blanket, wrapping it around herself, and lying down. Thanks to the ground being flattened, it wasn’t too uncomfortable.

With her eyes half-closed, Liv mumbled incoherently and soon fell asleep.

“Machete, don’t… leave me… if you do, I really won’t forgive you…”

Maybe the sight of Machete leaving her that morning had left her traumatized. Even though they had s*x all night, her anxiety that he would leave didn’t go away. Every night, she would plead like that before finally falling asleep.

However, despite her words, Machete’s intentions were entirely different as he looked at his companion who had fallen asleep in an instant. He had no plans to leave Liv behind, nor did he intend to sleep.

He lightly tapped Liv’s nose, but she only turned her head slightly and didn’t wake up. That made it easy for him to untangle the blanket wrapped around her. Liv, just like the first time he saw her, was sleeping soundly in that knee-length dress.

With his thick hands, Machete lifted the hem of her dress. As expected, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, so from her modestly risen b*****s down to the concave area between her thighs, everything was exposed.

The cult that had kept her captive was twisted—they believed that even slaves had to remain pure, so they only dressed her in a single pure white dress. Therefore, when sunlight hit her, it revealed everything from the color of her n*****s to the location of her navel and the cleft between her thighs.

Liv, who had never seen a mirror and had always been confined to dark rooms, seemed unaware of this. Machete decided not to tell her in the future either.

He lowered his head under the loose dress, slightly lifting the mouth part of his face covering to reveal his teeth. Then he took her b****t into his mouth in one go.

For someone so thin, Liv still had some flesh on her b*****s and hips, but even so, Machete could extend his middle finger straight from his palm and still not only tickle her n****e but also cup it with one hand.

He put Liv’s left b****t into his mouth, sucking hard, while using his thumb to roll the n****e on her right b****t in a circular motion.

“Mm… ahh… hnng.”

Her body, attuned to instinct and accustomed to men, quickly reacted. She was feeling it even while asleep—truly a bold woman. Machete thought so, and lightly grazed her n****e with his teeth.

“Mmng…!”

So sensitive. He carefully woke her body as if he were touching her for the first time. Yesterday, he had been in a hurry and went straight to penetration without any foreplay, but tonight he intended to torment her until she woke up.

Machete continued to suck on her left n****e persistently—licking, rolling with his tongue, even nibbling—but he only teased the right n****e lightly, as if dragging out the sensation. As a result, Liv began to push her chest forward and twist her hips, panting.

Machete moved away from her chest and licked a long line from the space between her b*****s down to her navel. Although she had been eating better compared to her starving days, her shrunken stomach didn’t allow her to eat much, so her belly was still flat.

He stroked her waist, which seemed small enough to fit in one hand, and began to run his tongue along the area near her pelvis.

During this time, Liv, still unsatisfied with the tingling sensation, began to touch her right n****e herself. Though clumsy, it seemed this wasn’t the first time she had pinched her own n****e.

“Aah….”

Liv unconsciously lifted her hips. It wasn’t because of her own fingers. It was because Machete, who had gripped her hips and entire b******s with both hands, buried his nose in her p***y and sucked deeply.