After the Rain (19)
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βRineh.β
A voice so soft that it seemed to melt in her ears. At the same time, it was laced with vibrant ferocity.
Aristine couldnβt help but shiver at that low voice, which seemed imbued with the mask of the night.
The string of her tunic was tugged, the softly unraveling sound echoed loudly in the quiet barrack tent.
βW-Wait…β
Aristine unwittingly grabbed Tarkanβs hand.
Tarkanβs eyes turned to her with slight grievance. The look in his eyes was like a beast whose mealtime had been disrupted.
However, he tried to soften his gaze and looked at her like a gentle beast that had been trained to listen.
Otherwise, he might frighten off his wife, whom he had barely managed to bring into his arms.
Aristine lowered her eyes and her face looked slightly flushed.
βEveryone is outside…β
Warriors in particular had good senses.
Even if they were swept away by food and alcohol, they would surely hear what was going on inside.
βI never took you to be so shy.β Tarkan chuckled and looked up at Aristine. βEspecially since you so blatantly advertised that we broke the bed.β
βThat…β
Aristineβs mouth shut like a clam. Honestly, she didnβt have a retort to that.
However, that wasnβt real; it was faked.
βYou know this and that are different. If itβs real and thereβs rumors…β
It would be embarrassing.
His golden eyes watched Aristine blush deepen and the light in his eyes darkened even more.
βDoes that mean itβs okay if I do the real thing as long as thereβs no rumors?β
Tarkan moved his hand that Aristine was holding.
All the strings that he was holding onto came undone.
Aristine bit the inside of her mouth.
If she could feel the heat from his gaze, her skin would have been scorched by now.
Such a heated gaze was directed straight at her.
Tarkan did not touch Aristine.
His eyes were fixed on her frame, and when she couldnβt bear it anymore, he finally moved.
His fingers moved precariously over the edge of her tunic.
The sensation through the cloth felt even more sensitive to Aristine. As if even the slightest movement would cause his finger to touch her sensitive bare skin.
Aristine felt her breath catch in her chest and clenched her teeth. Despite that, a scattered breath escaped through her lips.
In fact, all she had to, was hold his hand a little firmer and it would come to an end.
Tarkanβs fingers were moving ever so softly.
With a little bit of strength in her grip, Aristine could stop it. However, the strength in her hands was getting weaker and weaker.
Aristineβs waist swayed, and Tarkan held her back with his other hand.
βOh dear.β A languid smile appeared on his face. βYou have to be careful.β
Aristine bit her lip and glared at him disgruntledly. βWhose fault is it?β
βMe, of course.β Tarkan uttered in a proud tone. βOf course, if you donβt like it, I wonβt lay a finger on you. Just like now.β
Aristineβs glare grew fiercer.
How exactly was this not laying a finger?
Indeed, he didnβt touch Aristine directly. It was done over her clothes.
Aristine bit her lip tightly.
Her back tingled with the sensations from earlier, leaving her unsatisfied.
But to be swept away by Tarkan at this rate…
It was hateful.
Yes, he was so hateful.
Aristine clenched her hand which was resting on top of Tarkanβs chest.
And then…
Tarkan felt a sense of unease when he saw the corners of Aristineβs lips rise.
And soon that unease became reality.
βKh…β
A low moan escaped Tarkanβs teeth.
Aristine, who was sitting on top of him, smiled triumphantly.
βYou…β Tarkan couldnβt finish his sentence.
Because Aristine once again shook her waist.
βStop.β
Tarkan said, his eyes becoming cloudy. His voice was slightly hoarse.
The slight redness at the corner of his eyes trigged an unknown sense on sadism in her.
Aristine licked her dry lips, feeling thirstier than before.
βI might stop if you ask a little nicer.β
Seeing Aristine moving her waist again with a big smile on her face, Tarkan ground his teeth harshly.
Was she doing this knowing what she looked like right now?
Her flushed face was much more relaxed than usual, and her long eyelashes were wet and masked in shadows.
Even now, Tarkan was still trying to endure with great patience.
Even if she stimulated him more, the person in trouble wouldnβt be him, yet she was just…
Tarkanβs thoughts came to a halt. No, it couldnβt continue.
Because Aristine moved further down.
Instantly, Tarkanβs body stiffened, and his arms clenched.
Aristineβs body also stiffened. Her face blanched slightly, and she looked back.
She couldnβt believe the sensation she just felt. She felt something huge beyond description…
βNo way, is it…? It canβt be. Tarkan is a human.β
Despite quaking with fear, Aristine had to confirm.
βOh, God.β
And her search for God began.
Even though it was covered by clothing, something unmistakable was asserting itself in a grand manner.
Even if they had racial differences, this couldnβt be human size.
βHa, haha…I didnβt mean toβ.β
Right when she looked back at Tarkan with an awkward smile…
Swish! A sudden pull dragged Aristineβs body downwards.
Her lips were devoured before she even had time to grasp the situation.
Aristine gasped for air like she was drowning, as the senseless desire threatened to swallow her.
An impatient hand tugged at her lower back and it felt like it was burning.
Hah, a sharp breath escaped from Aristineβs lips.
As if letting it leave was a pity, Tarkanβs mouth enveloped hers.
His lips which were sucking on hers, moved away.
He kissed her fair neck, trailing down the line of her jaw, and his lips headed further down.
A hot breath escaped Aristineβs lips and with blurry eyes, she looked down at Tarkan whose face was buried in her chest.
βAh!β
Right then, a sharp yet vivid sensation ran down her spine and Aristineβs body arched. It was hot and humid.
At the unfamiliar sensation, she unconsciously pushed Tarkanβs head away. But as the sensation ran through her body once again, her hand slipped.
The hand that had been pushing his head away was digging into his dark hair before she realized it.
Her mind was blank.
She couldnβt tell what was going on anymore.
A sharp sound cut through the air, alerting her dulled ears.
A beat later, Aristine realized what it meant and looked down.
Her tunic was torn.
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“Tarkan did not touch her Aristine.”
Error – touch her Aristine -> touch Aristine (or even his Aristine π)
Make no mistake. My imagination filled in the blanks π
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Honestly this got me howling πππ
I died at her astonishment at his size bwahahah. honestly not surprised rineh is a major tease as usual tho heh
Did you notice the tent and the BED broke π ? Tarkan the bed destroyer single handedly keeps the bed making industry alive.
I love this so much thanks miss ruby!!!