The Sand Bride - Chapter 8
“Huuuuh……. Sob…….”
“…….”
The sound of her crying was loud and grating. Karzhen’s face as he looked down at her seemed both troubled and disdainful.
When Esther pulled out the finger she had inserted, Karzhen clicked his tongue again. He reached out to her as if he had no other choice.
Esther, terrified, hunched her shoulders and glanced up at Karzhen. His large hand hovered close to her face, and she braced herself to close her eyes. Karzhen let out a hollow laugh. But, contrary to Esther’s expectations, he had no intention of raising his hand.
“No wonder you’re from a weak country. Always whining.”
“…….”
“Ah, you ruined the mood. Annoying.”
As Karzhen grumbled, Esther grew even more frightened and panted heavily. She had thought he might really strangle her or hit her. But instead, Karzhen began to caress her g***n again.
His gentle touch on her c**t and the fingers stirring her insides slowly immersed her frightened body in pleasure. Esther exhaled deeply, and as his fingers pulled out, she prepared to accept Karzhen’s pxnis again.
“Haaah……! Huhhh……. Ahh……! Ah……!”
As her body accepted his thick, large dxck, Esther closed her eyes tightly and felt relief. Thank goodness, thank goodness…….
Karzhen didn’t take her outside until the act was over. So Esther endured that day as well. She survived. I survived today too.
That’s why, someday, I’ll save my family……. Esther wiped her tears with her arm. She could still endure.
* * *
Her whole body was sticky, and heat lingered. Esther pressed her stinging eyes and tried to catch her breath. Her body, which had been manhandled and tossed around by Karzhen, ached everywhere.
Looking outside through the tent entrance, it seemed to be night, with no light in sight. When Karzhen had dragged her in, it was sunset, but now it was already night.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, but if she didn’t sleep now, tomorrow would be unbearable. Esther, trembling, tried to get up and change her clothes.
“Hey.”
Karzhen yawned and lightly kicked Esther’s waist with his foot.
“Come here.”
When Esther turned to look at him, Karzhen tapped the spot beside him with his finger. His green eyes, seemingly curious, watched her, and he grew inexplicably irritated.
“Aren’t you coming?”
At his words, Esther, who had thought she could finally rest, felt deflated. She hesitated, unsure whether to undress again or simply go to his side. Karzhen clicked his tongue. But even he was a little puzzled as to why he was giving such an order.
Carefully, Esther went to Karzhen’s side. She chose to go to him rather than undress. As she approached, he noticed the dried white stains near her chest and lips.
Karzhen clicked his tongue again. It seemed he didn’t like the idea of her wandering around outside in that state. After all, the thought of the others gossiping about how she had rolled around with him was irritating.
“…….”
When Karzhen remained silent even after she came to his side, Esther glanced at him nervously. Karzhen seemed to be pondering something, but soon grew bored of it.
As Esther knelt quietly on the floor by the bed, hoping his thoughts wouldn’t affect her survival, Karzhen grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the bed.
His large hands began to massage her body. Her chest, stomach, waist…….
Was he going to do it again? Esther, already exhausted, tensed up. But Karzhen’s hands moved too dryly for it to be foreplay. It was as if he was kneading dough, lacking any real intent. The aimless kneading continued.
Though her body was thin from hardship, compared to the tough Kemut tribe, Esther’s body was soft and delicate. Karzhen’s hands kept moving, drawn to the smooth skin that fit perfectly in his palms. As they lay together, the faint warmth and soft breathing felt strangely close.
When his palm cupped her chest, Esther’s ears turned red. Noticing this, Karzhen felt oddly pleased. He smirked and flicked her n****e. Ah! Her body trembled, and Karzhen chuckled.
“What, still not enough? You’d be desperate without me, huh?”
“N-no…….”
Yeah, right. Karzhen snorted. He knew her body had grown accustomed to his touch, so he thought her denial was a lie.
Karzhen hated liars, but strangely, Esther’s clumsy lies didn’t bother him. If anything, they seemed endearing, like she was shy. For Esther, it was an absurd thought.
Karzhen stopped touching her body. As he fiddled with her, he considered going another round, but it wasn’t an uncontrollable urge. Instead, he thought of letting her sleep and playing with her in the morning.
Not a bad idea. In the morning, she’d be startled but would quickly grow wet and make those cute noises. Imagining Esther’s disheveled face and sobs, he found the idea appealing.
Plus, her soft body fit perfectly in his arms. Karzhen yawned and pulled Esther close. Her faint breathing brushed against his neck.
He rested his chin on her head and adjusted his position. Whatever she put on her body, it smelled nice. Karzhen closed his eyes, feeling at peace.
