The West Wind’s Destination - Chapter 91

As Bea opened her eyes slightly, Aseph was right in front of her. Unsure of what to say, she just looked up at him, and he smiled broadly, as though he hadn’t been engaged in a heavy physical activity just a moment ago.

“It’s okay. I know this is difficult for you.”

Despite having climaxed several times, he was still e**ct, ready to go again.

Unintentionally, Bea wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Nngh.”

A single drop of sweat traveled from his forehead to his jaw. Nearly losing himself in the moment, Aseph awkwardly laughed while restraining himself.

“Bea? It will be difficult for you if we go any further.”

“Then, you won’t do that?”

“Huh?”

The act of the reproductive organ swelling during mating among wolf species—the physical change that facilitates insemination and wards off rivals.

Bea knew such an act was impossible for normal human physiology, but she had come to accept that Aseph, being a divine beast, could possibly do it.

“The knot of the soul…”

Hearing that, Aseph felt a severe dizziness.

Bea had mentioned it, but Aseph, who had recently started to think like Bea, realized that what he had described as a noble euphemism was merely a fancy packaging for a strange physical change.

But to hear such words from Bea left him flustered, yet his heart thrummed with exhilaration.

“Ah, that, I still think last time was too much, and I’m really sorry about that again… I’m trying to restrain myself this time, but… Do you want to do it?”

“Yes…”

If it was a normal part of the process, shouldn’t they proceed?

Bea thought quite dryly, but Aseph’s patience wore thinner at Bea’s seemingly obvious agreement.

“Rea, lly?”

“Mmh!”

As soon as she nodded, the thing inside her began to swell. This immediate response seemed as if Aseph had been waiting just for her consent all this time.

Aseph stroked Bea’s lower abdomen, which bulged in the shape of him. Then, with trembling lips, he kissed her forehead.

That was when it started. Feeling herself stretch, Bea clenched her eyes shut.

“Ah…!”

Though she had consented and accepted it, a physiological groan escaped her. The man’s pillar, already seeming full, began to grow even bigger, blocking the entrance tightly.

“Huuuk. Ah…”

Tears streamed down her face. It wasn’t the shock or unfamiliar pain as before but a suffocating pleasure, far exceeding any experience.

“Bea, look at me.”

His wet tongue licked away her tears. Aseph took Bea’s arms and wrapped them around his neck. After readjusting his hold on Bea, a single move of his hips made Bea shudder like a fish out of water.

“Nngh!”

“I think I know what to do now.”

Just as Bea was about to regret her permission, Aseph pressed his lips to hers. It felt like he was passing her breath as she gasped for air.

“Mmph. Mmm…”

Their tongues tangled and the sound of mixing saliva filled the air. From both up and down, her openings were fully sealed. Even her moans disappeared into Aseph’s mouth.

While surrendering her body completely, she felt as if she was accepting all of him, her vision blurring.

Even so, inside her, he swelled like a fist and thrust deeply. Interrupted moans were swallowed inside.

Soon, with Aseph’s urgent breathing, their lips parted and a string of saliva stretched between them.

“Hu, haa…”

“Guh…”

And soon, he throbbed greatly inside her, releasing his seed in great spurts.

Despite the friction and potential for leakage, Aseph tightly sealed the entrance, filling her completely. It felt like the collected fluid inside would slosh if she moved even the slightest.

Yet, Aseph showed no sign of getting smaller. The dilemma was that Bea, who had initiated this act, had reached her physical limit.

Aseph kissed her drooping eyelids, heavy and losing focus.

“If you’re tired, it’s okay to sleep.”

“…Like this?”

Aseph didn’t answer. Instead, he hugged Bea, still connected with her, and kissed her cheek and neck.

Bea’s body trembled lightly. It wasn’t the overwhelming pleasure that had dominated her body but a drowsy and comfortable sensation.

While her senses were now heightened, Aseph whispered tenderly in her ear, now better attuned to sound.

“It’s okay.”

Drained of energy, Bea closed her eyes, accepting the gentle caresses Aseph offered.

Still connected, the ambiguity of calling this aftermath seemed odd.

Was this also a part of the act?

“I love you.”

“…”

“Bea, I love you…”

It seemed right. Continuously saying such things must mean something.

Aseph continued to fuss over her like a pet showing affection. If she just stared blankly, he would kiss her again, mixing their saliva with a sloppy kiss.

She felt she understood the meaning behind his request not to refuse him.

“I love you.”

“Uh-huh…”

“You are mine.”

“Yes.”

Though she had said the same thing earlier, Aseph seemed even happier now.

He had stopped saying “I love you” out loud at some point. But it wasn’t necessary to hear the words to feel it. She vaguely understood what it meant for one’s heart to be moved.

The god of the desert she had been waiting for in that barren place had come to her in an unexpected form.

Connected with him, Bea felt his caresses and kisses all over her body, and eventually, his kisses down to each of her fingers.

Thinking she was like sinking into a honey-sweet, sticky, warm liquid, Bea drifted into sleep.