I Ended Up Saving the Duke Who Was Meant to Die - Chapter 3.6🔞
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“No one wants to go together with good people to a place where they’re being sent to die. Why would anyone want to take people they want to protect to such a place?”
“But!”
“Irene, I don’t want you to be in danger because of me. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have brought you here in the first place.”
“Are you going to send me back to the temple?”
I didn’t want to go back there. That suffocating space where I couldn’t do anything was stifling. Was he thinking of me as a burden?
“How could I do that? I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Severus, that’s my line.”
Who was worrying about whom? It didn’t seem right for someone covered in blood to be saying such things. I removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I-Irene?”
“Just a moment. Stay still.”
“We shouldn’t do this here.”
Eventually, after unbuttoning everything, his upper body was revealed. I noticed the firm muscles and various wounds scattered about. I checked to see if there were any new injuries or places where my power hadn’t reached.
Just holding hands wasn’t enough to heal major wounds. His jacket and shirt fell to the floor. Now that it was much easier, I fumbled around his body, trying hard to find the wounds.
“Irene, if you do this…”
His muscles tensed every time my hands touched them. It seemed like they were squirming. His body temperature was so hot, it felt like my hands would burn.
“Turn around.”
I flipped his body around abruptly. He leaned against the carriage, entrusting his body to me. I fumbled around, searching for wounds.
“It doesn’t seem like there are any injuries…”
Was it just minor wounds? But after such an intense fight, there’s no way there wouldn’t be any injuries. Soon, I shifted my gaze from his torso to his arms. At that moment, I noticed wounds I hadn’t seen before.
“Look at this!”
Trying to act like nothing’s wrong when you’re injured. He must be a foolish man. I grabbed his arm and put my mouth on the wounded area.
“Haa. Irene.”
“Stay still. I need to heal you.”
“No, this wound would heal fine if left alone, huh.”
He exhaled languidly, resting his forehead against the carriage. He seemed to be struggling with something, but that wasn’t my concern. I focused solely on healing him.
‘Where on earth did he need to go to get hurt like this…’
I felt upset and angry. The deep gash on one arm slowly healed. I turned my attention to his other arm.
“Look here too.”
“Irene, stop. Please stop.”
“If you interfere with the healing, I’ll use force. Just accept it quietly.”
“If you heal like this, it becomes… difficult.”
He exhaled in short breaths, clenching his fist tightly. Making such a fuss over this. I lightly ignored his words and, upon discovering a wound on his other arm, immediately put my lips to it.
“Haa.”
A moist breath was heard near my ear.
“Does it hurt? Even if it hurts, bear with it a little. How can an adult not endure this much?”
He’s not a child, but he seems to lack patience when you look closely.
“Why did you get hurt like this? You handled things so well back then.”
“When they all rush at once, what can I do? It’s easier to cut their throats after giving them something.”
How crude. How foolish. But it was typical of Severus. He had the same thought when he said he’d destroy the temple.
“Did you only give your arms? Tell me what else you gave. So I can heal it quickly.”
If left alone, it would fester. If there was poison on the blade, there might not be much time. I hurriedly turned his body to face me and fumbled around, searching for other injured body parts.
“…I did give my legs too, but it’s fine.”
“What’s fine about it? How do you plan to go to the battlefield in this condition?”
He was foolish. I didn’t like his nonchalant voice, nor his attitude that seemed accustomed to this situation. I reached out to his legs, trying to find places to heal.
“Haa.”
At that moment, I felt something protruding on his right thigh. Something hard and long like a stick…
“W-What is this?”
When I asked him in confusion, cracks appeared on his face. His clenched fist loosened, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
Before I could say anything, our lips overlapped. His tongue entered my mouth hastily and immediately entwined with mine. He explored inside, strongly sucking and pulling as if trying to extract my tongue, tracing my teeth. He pushed deep into my tongue, entangling it.
“Hmmph.”
I gasped, forgetting how to breathe in this sudden situation. My heels lifted as I clung to him, kissing. Even so, I didn’t forget to infuse him with power.
This way would be faster for healing, I thought. However, I soon realized that Severus and I had different thoughts.
“Hm, Seve, rus, I can’t breathe.”
It’s hard to breathe. He continued to press forward, kissing me, but stopped at my strained voice, devouring my lips as if to swallow them whole. His red eyes calmed down, as if he had regained his senses.
“Irene, I’m badly hurt.”
“That’s why I’m trying to heal…”
“How long would it take to heal just by putting your mouth on the wounds? Isn’t there a way to heal everything at once?”
“…Ah!”
As soon as I realized, Severus lifted me up and headed towards the carriage. He entered the intact baggage carriage I had been riding in and threw the luggage outside. He sat me down on the chair, lifted my skirt, and buried his face.
“Se-Severus!”
I pushed against his shoulders in surprise. But for some reason, he didn’t budge. Despite my urgent cry, Severus’s tongue settled on my wet underwear.
“Hnngh!”
My body reacted just from his touch. Was it because I could anticipate what he would do next? My chest heaved with rapid breaths, and my heart swelled with anticipation.
Eventually, his warm, soft tongue began to stimulate my cl*toris. Even though he was just sucking, a strong sensation spread throughout my body from my spine. I leaned my back against the carriage wall, legs spread, being ravished by him.
Because he was under my skirt, I couldn’t see his face. I wondered what expression he had as he sucked on me. I wished his beautiful eyes were looking at me. As if entranced, I lifted the undulating skirt with my hands.
Slurp, slurp.
The sound of him sucking and exploring my wet private parts was explicit. Even as my body twisted in pleasure, I pulled my skirt up to my stomach to not miss any greater stimulation, revealing his face. His downcast eyes eventually turned towards me.
“Hnng! Nng!”
When our eyes met, the stimulation intensified. It was difficult to heal like this. He knew that too. So this was no longer a form of healing.
“We, we need to heal, hah.”
“If I put it in now, you’ll tear.”
“Hah! I’m already, hm… wet, aren’t I? Just put it in.”
It was wet enough for him to insert his thing. But his tongue movements didn’t stop. Rather, as if waiting for my climax, he licked faster, encouraging the pleasure.
I moaned every time his wide tongue brushed over my cl*toris. My twitching entrance tightened as if wanting to quickly engulf his thing.
Severus was persistent, as if not wanting to miss any of my reactions.
“Irene, from now on, only do actions you can handle.”
“Ah ah. Severus, you should have said that before getting an *rection.”
“You really are strange.”
“The Severus who’s drawn to someone like me is just the same. Initially, I really did intend to heal, hnng!”
Suddenly, my cl*toris stung. As he slapped it with his hand, my whole body curled up.
