Savage Forest Chapter 4.1

Chapter 4 – Part 1

There was a time when Tarhan did anything every night to somehow get that something the size of her ankle into her. At that time, both of them were just starting to sleep together, and they went crazy just looking at each other.

There was no part of her body that had not been rubbed with that thing.

On days when he couldn't put it in her because of her period, he rubbed it on Enya's body and poured himself everywhere, whether it was her chest, face, thighs, or feet.

Enya knew why her breasts had grown so large.

“Hu-uhp, haa… Huk, uh—!”

His hot, supple tongue rubbed the pointed peaks vigorously and sucked them in with the roof of its mouth.

Her breasts couldn't take it without getting bigger every night. Even if she took a peek into what happened in the other huts at night, there was no man who, like Tarhan, sucked and rubbed here and there until the woman was drenched all over the top and bottom before entering.

Of course, there were times when he put it in while dry when he was excited, though that was only when they had a relationship after a long hunting season like today.

Perhaps, that was why she was ashamed to do this with him.

Every time, it had always been so good. Enya couldn't even find anything else to distract her during the day like the other tribal women.

No one wanted to give her a job, so she had nothing to do with her abilities. No matter how dexterous she was, she could not weave straw to make baskets for sale, find clothes to sew for pay, or find anything.

One day, when she snooped around in the village, looking for something for women to do.

The woman who was in charge of the pay distorted her eyes as soon as she saw Enya. Still, she pretended not to notice the woman's gaze, and as she slowly tried to get close, the woman crept up to her and shot her with a stern voice.

“Please, go away. Everyone says they get nervous when you come near.”

Now, even with the added fear of Tarhan, no one treated her as a plague and spat on her, yet she was still a seemingly outcast within the tribe. All she did all day was wait for him to warmly embrace her every night.

Tarhan was the only stimulus in her life.

…At one time, he was also a stranger.

Descendants of the ruined Cartantina — A cursed blood — A boy with a vicious and devilish look who was kicked and rejected even more than her, who was sickly. However, she was so anxious that she couldn't follow him now.

Now, everyone in the tribe knew that he pretended to stifle that fiery temper for his.

Tarhan's mood often deteriorated. He was the deputy chieftain but was taking over most of what he was doing when the chieftain Kahanti had his arm paralyzed after getting it bitten by the Geppas People were saying that Kahanti, with his old, festering shoulders, wouldn't live long, and that was becoming almost true.

There was a lot of work, and there was always a shortage of people who could do it better and faster than Tarhan. So, the tribe's people looking for him overflowed, and Tarhan was always busy.

Because of that, his mood deteriorated very easily. He didn't even smile much outside, except when he was rubbing Enya's flesh in the hut. Consequently, their affair often lasts a long time. That was the problem.

“…Sh*t, one more time… I'm not going to do it inside.”

The flesh of his glans, which had already stood up, was clinging to the gap between her knees.

The man's cheekbones as he was holding her were reddish. Tarhan muttered a promise to himself with his lips pressed to Enya's temple, just closing his eyes, breathing, and preparing to relax.

“Soon… I'll finish it soon. I won't put it. I won't put it in, so just stay like this for a moment…”

Tarhan, who made her thighs wide open as the flesh of the glans touched her butt, said in a soothing way. He placed the tip of his bulging flesh against the inside of her thigh, where the blue veins were reflected, and began to move it up and down.

His gaze was lodged in Enya's pale pink hole, which had already dried up after several affairs.

She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath so as not to make a sound. She knew that she would excite Tarhan even more if she shed a little bit of a voice. Her heart wanted to accept him, who came to her over and over again, but she thought she might be really knocked out if he did it one more time.

“Open your eyes.”

In the end, the man's harsh voice fell.

Enya swung her head and opened her eyes again. As Tarhan's eyes staring at her came into view, the inside of the hole that opened by itself got tight. She could feel her body naturally spewing out the love liquid to accept him.

She bit her lip to hold her breath.

His breathing grew rough, and his hand sped up to grab his pillar. Every time the tip of his glans touched her thigh, a thumping and blunt sound spread along with his low moan.

Enya grabbed Tarhan's shoulder, his muscles twitching as he held her legs apart. It seemed that if she twisted her body even a little, it would pierce her at any moment. Small drops of sweat formed from the corners of Tarhan's eyes, staring hotly at her pale pink flesh.

In the hut that Tarhan built, sweat leaked from his body even when the temperature increased a little. It was a well-built hut that kept the cold out.

There were many tribal women who coveted this hut, but Tarhan had placed only the limp Enya here.

In the end, Enya, who could not stand it, let out a weeping and weak moan and clenched her legs a little. She could feel the liquid flowing out of her hole that was exposed in the wind, whether it was the love liquid that had accumulated inside or the semen that Tarhan had poured inside her.

“Ha, hu-uhp…”

She hurriedly gave more strength to spread her legs apart again. At that moment, Tarhan grabbed her thigh with an uncontrollable force and crushed it.

“Hnn-uhk, uh—!”

Even though it wasn't painful, a moan out of surprise erupted. It felt like something was flowing again from her hole.

“Hu-uhk… Sh*t.”

Tarhan spat out a swear word before strengthening his limbs. The wind shattered over his body as if it was being swallowed by his muscular body.

A frighteningly hot piece of flesh was rubbed against her gaping entrance and around it. Then, he let out a suppressed moan and aimed it over Enya's belly. His prominent abs twitched, and at the same time, the tip of the bulging object began to shoot liquid over the flat skin.

Even then, she waited for his climax to end, holding her legs wide as if it was placed on Tarhan's shoulder. A hard breath came out.

Once Tarhan started, it would be long and he seldom let her go.

Suddenly, the man's satisfied abs tightened horribly, and he flopped down beside her body.

“Gasp… Gasp…”

He took a deep breath and buried his head in her flesh, still clenched in his arms. Tarhan's hands rubbed the soft texture of her skin to and fro, gripping the insides of her thighs and rubbing them tightly.

Meanwhile, Enya stroked the man's muscular upper body that was still half-covering her. Unknowingly, her body heated up as he pulled himself out.

Even after pulling it out like this, she knew that it would stand up again after a little more time.

Although she had never known a man before Tarhan, she felt that her desires were that of a very ordinary woman… Rather, she thought she was better than the other women when she could endure Tarhan.

However, he was an insatiable man and she was always the first to give up.

Couldn't stand it, the thought made her heart sink. If she could, she wanted to accept his desires forever. Because of that, sometimes, she was afraid that he might draw other women to his hut because of his desire.

Tarhan had a good physique and strength, and was the man who would lead Aquilea in the future. There were as many women that covets Tarhan as grains of sand in the desert.

On the night he inherited the deputy chieftain's sword, a woman from a certain tribe beat Enya, who was sleeping in his hut, and kicked her out. When Tarhan arrived at the hut late that night, the woman was waiting for him naked as if it was obvious.

That day, the woman nearly had her neck cut off.

Tarhan, in a fiery rage, found Enya, who was trembling in the old hut where she had lived prior, and hugged her before bringing her back to his house.

 

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