The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 33
“Heh, ah! Ah, wait!”
She swayed impatiently with his movements, and eventually could only moan defenselessly into his neck. He frowned ever so slightly at the sweat dripping from her, and then pinned her back against the wall, his hands bracing her thighs.
Thud.
Her legs were pointed skyward, making his even more blatant. She whimpered and thrust against him, but it was too late, her sensitive, swollen insides trembling deeply as she sucked him in.
Ethan didn’t stop, plunging into her quickly. Roina clung to him in intense pleasure with each thrust of his manhood.
“Haang! Haaa!”
“Mmm.”
And then, he stopped.
The ragged breathing of Roina and Ethan filled the room. Ethan kissed the top of her eye, looking slightly sheepish. He licked the tears that had formed, reverently, with his tongue, as if he were drinking dew from the gods.
“I’m so… sorry.”
He continued, pressing his lips lightly to every inch of her face, her neck, her collarbone, as if butterflies were fluttering. It was like worship.
His birdlike kisses tickled her, and she felt her belly heat up, and she forced herself to stand on her toes. She could feel the man inside her stirring nakedly. She squeezed, and of her own accord, her v*ginal opening tightened around his.
“Ugh… Roina…….”
A low, floor-scraping moan erupted from the base of his throat. He lifted her legs. Her calves rested on his shoulders. Her moist petals clenched again at the sudden change in position.
Roina’s mind went white.
“Mmm…!”
“Ugh… Kwik!”
Incredibly, she felt an even stronger, more powerful force striking up against her inner walls—as if he had been holding back until now. The thick s***t, driving in to the very base with force, felt as though it would split her body in two.
A strong, unknown desire, an urgent need, a sense of immorality for doing something forbidden, all of it tangled and fell into the mud.
All that remained in their minds was the feverish satisfaction of oneness and the animalistic need. The lustful, primal sounds of flesh against flesh, their moans and urgent kisses. The fishy smell of sweat and c*m.
In the midst of the mess, Roina felt a strange sense of elation and freedom.
As everything reached its peak, the massive man finally trembled violently and released deep inside her. Roina couldn’t clearly remember whether she had climaxed at that moment or how it had felt. She only knew that a strange sense of satisfaction welled up from deep within as she gasped for breath—holding tightly onto the knight who had so desperately longed for her.
The muscles that had been raging just moments ago swelled greatly, burning with heat that refused to subside, rising and falling with each breath. A bead of sweat rolled down from the tip of his chin.
Ethan clung to his goddess and plunged to the very depths of the mire.
He gave his s***t, still half-standing inside Roina, a couple more instinctive jerks and hesitantly pulled out. The immorality of a man who had crossed the line and done it all flashed across his face. But there was no remorse anywhere in his expression.
Roina saw his expression and laughed like a lazy cat.
Her smile was like a little devil’s, and Ethan thought, dazedly, that it was adorable.
Of course it was lovely, the woman beneath him, bare-chested and pure, smiling mischievously with unabashed satisfaction, was lovely to him. The feeling of having been brought low at once coexisted with the low, immense pleasure of having gotten her, intact, nonetheless.
Jeez.
However, at that moment, the presence of a third party brushed past his ear. Ethan quickly turned his head in surprise while adjusting his clothes, and Roina, who was underneath, was also startled.
