Savage Forest Chapter 4.2

Chapter 4 – Part 2

It had been that way ever since… When the people of the tribe, the chieftain, and the subordinates tried to put a woman who was younger and more likely to have children in his hut, Tarhan raged and refused.

Enya had no choice but to keep her mouth shut as if she had committed a crime whenever he did so.

By Aquilea's law, Enya had no right to sit alone in the hut of this young and strong man, Tarhan. Because of that, she, who didn't share his seeds of such a man with other women, was met with tacit envy and jealousy everywhere.

However, Enya did not bore Tarhan's children as many as Kahanti's Servia. She had nothing to claim ownership of Tarhan.

It was the same even after living together for such a long time.

In the eyes of the Aquileans, she was really nothing to Tarhan. No matter how much she loved him to death.

“…Are you okay?”

Tarhan, who had already run out of breath, was wiping her damp belly with a towel.

“Yes…”

Her belly, which was white and flat, became clean in no time.

Enya noticed the impatience on Tarhan's face as he looked down at it. It was a somewhat dissatisfied, heart-wrenching expression. She knew what he was thinking, and her mind sunk as deep as soggy cloth.

Tarhan, who didn't really want anything from her other than this relationship, seems to be obsessed with something lately.

Unlike when he first brought her into his hut, he revealed that desire that had been a little hidden until now.

…Tarhan was tireless in wanting her to become pregnant.

Like his subordinates, who already had children walking around, he wanted her to bear his children again and again. Tarhan wanted Enya's belly to swell with his child.

Enya never imagined that he would want a child from her body. The body was all that the Aquileans had… Born empty-handed, wearing nothing and dying naked again, the Aquileans considered strong limbs to be the greatest wealth.

So in such an Aquilean tribe, the sick were not even treated as human beings.

After being born like Enya, most of them were thrown away as soon as they were born. Fortunately, she was lucky.

Her mother, who didn't know she was imperfect until she was about to walk, cried bitterly and weaned her off milk and left her alone. She then went back and forth between the sick and abandoned elderly, begging for food until she met Tarhan.

“A child?”

It was a long time ago. When she asked if he wanted a child unknowingly, Tarhan's answer stuck in her mind. At that moment, the expression on his face replaced the answer instead.

He answered such a question like he had never thought of it in his life.

“Do you want a child?”

Rather, he asked her back.

It was terrifying to see his usual numb expression suddenly take on a serious light. Her body trembled at the ferocity that gripped her belly and did not let her gaze away.

“I don't think you're thinking of getting someone other than me here. Even if you put it in, I will only put in mine, and if you give birth, only my child will be born from you.”

Enya quickly replied that she didn't care about the child.

She hugged Tarhan's neck and had to tell him over and over again that she never had, and would never want to, and would never open her legs to any other man for the sake of a child.

Tarhan, who had been forcing an answer rather hastily, seemed to be relieved at that time, and rubbed her body until he was satisfied again. Then, in the end, he shoved himself into her and climaxed inside her.

After that, he slept with her a lot to the point that she was fed up with it. Still, Enya's body did not bear any children for several years.

In a way, it was natural for her, as a dry field, to not have children.

When she was a little over a year and a half, Enya lost her mother's milk to her soon-to-be-born sister. She grew up among the abandoned elderly, and even when she had grown up, she was a span smaller than the other girls.

Her feet were impaired from the start. They all looked at Enya and said she wouldn't have a baby and that she wouldn't live long… If she had a body like this, she would have lived a very short life.

However, after she was lucky enough to survive the plague, she met Tarhan.

It was then she tasted meat in her mouth for the first time. After that, she gained weight on her breasts and buttocks, which were skinny, though her height did not grow as if she had already grown it all.

On the other hand, at that time, Tarhan was great. He ate a lot, but the amount he grew off it was greater than that. Tarhan, who was taller than Enya when they first met, was now twice as large as Enya, able to lift her with one arm.

It was Enya who had not grown a span.

…If he really wanted children, he could have children by sowing his seeds to other women.

“Your legs swelled up a lot again.”

As if waiting for her, after the sultry affair, he put her face down and began to rub her ankles.

Enya lay helplessly, like a freshly caught fish fluttering as Tarhan gripped and kneaded her legs. It hurt, but she held back her moans. She hated showing signs of pain in every corner since she didn't want to worry him.

She didn't want to be a burden to him, even in the slightest.

“I told you not to walk a lot. You walked around alone again.”

Tarhan, who muttered in a muffled tone, moved his hand to her back, this time showing her bare skin. His hands rubbing her back were rough in contrast to her supple flesh.

Enya rolled her eyes at the hard texture like a tortoise's back. His hands were like beast claws. There were a lot of calluses, every joint was bumpy, and there was no soft spot anywhere. Still, not a single complaint came out, knowing the hand had suffered a lot.

Enya thought that the callus was the reason he gripped her flesh so tightly. His hands would not be very tactile in touch, so she thought that when he touched her, he would automatically hold her tightly to feel it.

“…I'm the one going hunting, so why do you keep losing your weight?”

While rubbing her body faithfully, Tarhan murmured nervously. Even if the livestock he was raising had lost weight, he would not have been so annoyed.

It was obvious. Without Tarhan, she automatically stopped taking her meals. First of all, she had no appetite because she could not see his face, and above all else, her reason to eat well disappeared, so Enya easily skipped meals.

Tarhan almost growled and gave her a tell-off.

“Please, eat a lot. Do I really have to beg like this…?”

Enya shuddered at the scolding. The next moment, the hand that had been rubbing her scapula softened a little.

She replied hesitantly.

“Uuhh… I am already eating a lot.”

Looking at the food he brought, it was not easy to lose weight. They ate precious pieces of lean meat stuffed with fat every day.

The problem was Enya, who couldn't eat it all and left it behind and then took it to someone else. It was a habit from a young age, though she had been eating as much as a bird since she was born. She couldn't possibly eat all of her share of food alone.

Tarhan stopped scolding her and rubbed her legs in silence.

With that familiar sense, Enya groaned lowly even though her eyes trembled in embarrassment. She remembered the first time he started rubbing her legs. Thinking back on that time, she was just ashamed and wanted to die.

“It's dirty… Don't touch me, Tarhan. Please…”

“What the hell is dirty? I'm the one who scours corpses of beasts. There are many things in the world that are dirtier than your skin.”

The boy, who had just been put in as an assistant to the men's hunting, and whose shoulders had just started to open, grabbed her withered leg due to her deformity and rubbed it without hesitation.

Enya was caught by him as both her hands covered her mouth and purred helplessly. With tears in her eyes, Tarhan muttered bluntly as he gazed at her, who was astonished at the boy rubbing her legs.

“…Your flesh, so soft. If this is a curse, I will accept it a hundred times.”

Enya trembled at those words and was busy pushing his hand away from her leg.

In the end, the boy, who was not good at appeasing the girl, sighed and held out his hand, his earlobes were red.

“Look at my hand.”

 

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