Feeling the tremor that ran through his body, Maxi slid his fingers down Riftan's defined abdomen to the loose waistband of his pants.
His member was so rigid that it felt like it was about to tear through the woolen fabric.
When she held him gently with her hand, a strange moan escaped him.
He grabbed her wrist and began to move against her palm.
“Maxi…”
Maxi looked at him.
Through the darkness, he saw her eyes burning with desire.
Riftan slid an arm over her shoulder to hold the back of her head, continuing to move rhythmically against her hand as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
Everything seemed terribly primitive.
His heart began to pound with excitement.
Fatigue and fear forgotten, all she wanted at that moment was to make this strong and beautiful knight happy.
She greedily sucked on his tongue, while her hand stroked him over the tight fabric.
Cursing, Riftan tugged at his clothes anyway.
Knowing what he wanted, Maxi immediately stood up.
She cupped his hardness with both her hands and began to slowly move them up and down.
She saw his jaw tighten as he threw his head back.
Seeing him lose his mind in pleasure sent a shiver of excitement through her.
Gently, she circled her thumb over the wet tip of his member, kissing the vein that bulged from his neck.
She heard him grind his teeth.
His hand grabbed the back of your head again.
Despite the brutality of the act, she didn't feel like complaining.
Riftan tasted her mouth hungrily as his hand slipped into her loose pants.
Maxi unintentionally bit his tongue.
His fingers found the pulse point hidden beneath her bush, and the wet sounds as he began to stroke made her realize how turned on she was.
When he slid a finger inside, it was her turn to squirm.
The only thing she could focus on was what his finger was doing.
Whenever he gently rubbed the sensitive spots inside, a rush of electricity ran down her spine.
Panting, she began to move, and he encouraged her to continue stroking him, moving his hand.
Lying face to face on the cramped bed, they reveled in each other for a while until, frustrated with the climax that seemed out of reach, Maxi grew impatient.
When she looked at him pleadingly, she saw that he too had reached his limit.
Removing his fingers, Riftan took off his pants and threw them to the floor.
He urged her to climb onto him.
Maxi held her breath as he immediately entered her.
“Does it hurt?” he asked eagerly, stroking her tense back.
Maxi shook his head.
There was a slight pain, but it didn't compare to the pleasure.
When Riftan didn't move, Maxi began to slowly rock back and forth, moans escaping their mouths at the same time.
Why did the act always seem so unfamiliar?
With her eyes closed, she was savoring the sensation of being filled by him when, suddenly, he grabbed her hips and thrust upwards.
She gasped as she fell onto his chest.
He began to move rhythmically, and Maxi thought he would lose his mind.
Her toes curled with each thrust, and moans escaped her.
She involuntarily twisted her hips, not knowing if it was to escape or to push him deeper.
She gave herself completely, letting her instincts take over.
Finally, with blurred vision, she climaxed.
Maxi bit his lip as her entire body tensed, her sensitive inner walls contracting and clenching around him.
Riftan also became stiff.
He held her in a crushing hug, and she felt him restrict her movements before hastily withdrawing from her.
She watched him, dazed, as he stroked himself.
Soon, a warm fluid splashed onto both of their abdomens.
“Damn, it was close.”
Riftan collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion.
Still lying on him, Maxi lifted her head.
After confirming that she was not pregnant, Riftan tried hard not to release his seed inside her.
In fact, throughout the campaign, the most intimacy he dared was light kisses here and there.
It seemed that night he had finally reached the limit of his self-control.He sat back, his arms still around her.
When he finally got out of bed, he immediately returned with a bowl of warm water and a towel.
He cleaned her with great care before starting to clean himself.
Maxi watched as he sat on the bed with his back to her, adjusting his pants.
She silently wrapped her arms around his waist.
She felt him freeze, then move to return the hug.
"There's nothing to worry about.
You have me."
Somehow, it seemed like the words were more for himself.
She stroked his tense neck and rested her head on his muscular shoulder.
"I'm not worried.
I just… needed you." Feeling a pang of guilt, she added, “Still, I apologize for behaving so irresponsibly when… you have been holding back because of me.”
“You may have started it, but I was the one who lost control.”
Riftan let out a small sigh as he stroked her back as if he was calming a puppy.
"You don't need to apologize.
I wouldn't have been able to hold back much longer anyway."
Maxi rolled his eyes.
Despite what he said, she doubted he would have touched her if she hadn't made an advance.
Her patience and self-control solidified during the breakup, much to her frustration, making it nearly impossible to seduce him.
She looked at him and muttered irritably, "L-Liar.
Y-You seemed to hold yourself together pretty well."
Riftan, who was pulling up the blanket, frowned.
Clasping her face in his hands, he asked, “Why are you so unhappy?”
"N-Nothing.
It's just..." Hesitating, she finally blurted out, "I-I feel like...
I want you...
more than you want me...
and that...
makes me a little upset."
She felt him freeze.
When she peeked at her face, she found her husband looking at her as if she had said something absurd.
Blushing, she pushed his hand away.
She tried to move away, but he held her by the waist.
He pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Do you think I want you any less?”
Maxi swallowed.
His member, which was hard again, was pressing against her lower abdomen.
“I can barely keep my hands off you, so stop trying to provoke me with such nonsense,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
When Maxi nodded, Riftan sighed.
He moved slightly so that their lower bodies were apart again and said gently as he covered her, "You must sleep now.
A more difficult journey awaits us tomorrow."
“But… is it really right… to leave it like that?”
"It'll sort itself out.
Enough talk and go to sleep," Riftan said through gritted teeth.
Maxi closed his mouth.
Her words seemed to provoke him no matter what she said.
With a small sigh, his eyes closed.
Soon, the crackling fire and the blowing wind lulled her to sleep.
The next day, the coalition army split into separate units.
It was a necessary measure as they could not afford to send all their forces to save Darund Castle while they raced against time to reach the Lexos Mountains.
The Knights of Phil Aaron and the army of Wedon marched north towards Darund, and the Royal Knights of Bolosé, the Knights of the Temple, and the wizards of the Tower continued their journey southeast.
Maxi's anxiety grew as he watched the fluttering banners of the White Dragons and Phil Aaron's Knights.
She wondered why the two groups were chosen to form a unit.
Wasn't it widely known that Richard Breston harbored deep animosity toward Riftan?
It was highly doubtful that the man would obey Riftan's orders.
His gaze shifted nervously to Riftan, who was leading the army.
She struggled to understand why he made such a decision.
Did he intend to keep a close eye on the northerners despite the risk they posed?
She tried to find a reason, but ended up giving up to focus on riding.
The decision had been made, and all she could do now was trust and follow her commander.
Keeping close to Elliot, she encouraged her mare up the snowy hill.
Soon, they came to a windmill and a group of warehouses.
The mill appeared to be damaged, its walls leaning forward.
The knights stopped their mounts not far away.Maxi soon understood why.
Scattered on the ground near the collapsed wooden structure, alongside the shattered shovels, were charred human remains.