The Story Is Not Over Yet Chapter 121

Chapter 121

“Benjamin.”

Azela carefully laid him on the ground. Benjamin's eyes were closed, and there was a smile on his lips. He, who was bleeding, seemed to emanate a smell of bread like he did when he was in the bakery.

“…I will keep my promise. I will never let Findar die, trust me.”

Those were the last words she could say.

She soon turned behind and entered her mansion, leaving Benjamin's body stained with blood. In the mansion, where the lights were turned off, the butler, Baharf, had woken up, perhaps due to the sharp sound of the sword and was already waiting for her.

“…There is a dead body outside.”

“Shall I deal with it?”

“If possible, bury it in a sunny place.”

“I will bury it in a sunny place.”

“Please do so.”

“I will prepare a towel, so please wait a moment.”

“No, it's okay. Never mind me.”

Seeing his nod, Azela passed him and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Strangely, her body was too heavy, perhaps because of the blood that had covered her. She climbed all the stairs and walked down the empty hallway, dragging her saggy shoulders.

As she was heading to the bedroom, she suddenly stopped in front of Zagnac's bedroom and carefully placed her palm on the closed bedroom door.

'…Benjamin is dead, Zagnac.'

She whispered to Zagnac, who would be behind the closed door, and stood in front of the door for a while before moving again. When she opened the door to her own bedroom, the morning breeze welcomed her as if it had been waiting to blow.

It was a familiar sight.

Azela moved her steps slowly, following the wind as if possessed.

“Azela.”

Then, he appeared in front of her. He was sitting on the open window sill waiting for her.

As Azela stood there while unable to do anything, he stepped forward and, without hesitation, gently touched Azela's blood-stained cheek. Strangely enough, his warm body temperature seemed to make the emotions, which had been okay until just now, fill her.

“Zagnac, Ben—”

“It's all right.”

Even though she didn't say anything, he said it was all right and reached out his hand to her and gently wrapped his arms around her shoulder, comforting her. The smell of bread, which lingered on the tip of her nose, disappeared, and only the smell of the dawn air from Zagnac remained.

“It's all right.”

When Zagnac said so once more, Azela unknowingly raised her hand and hugged him tightly.

…She had to be all right for him and for her who protected him.

“It's all right.”

He murmured softly again, lifted Azela's chin, wiped the blood from her lips with his thumb, and then leaned over and moved his tongue between her parted lips.

The taste of blood lingered in the kisses.

Like he wouldn't let her think of anything else, Zagnac frantically chewed the inside of her mouth. Their tongues intertwined incessantly, craving each other, as he stroked the roof of her mouth gently before beginning to dig through her teeth as if to check them.

A deep sound intertwined with his tongue spread loudly in the quiet bedroom.

“Uunh.”

A series of moans came.

Kissing her, he took cautious steps while pushing her towards the window sill. As he reached out his hand and closed the window, Zagnac carefully seated Azela on the window sill.

“Zagnac…”

His dry lips easily devoured her. Azela's head tilted along his lips. She was now stained with blood. Thinking that it would be better to do it after washing, she pushed him away and called his name though he didn't budge.

“It's all right.”

All he said was that it was all right.

Soon, he lowered his hand and untied Azela's clothes. The buttons on her clothes fell off, and the laces came untied. Through her uncovered top, her bulging breasts were exposed with her back to the moonlight.

Zagnac removed his lips and got down on one knee, and then he landed on her collarbone.

“…Mmm.”

The simple sound of kissing lips filled the bedroom.

Azela placed her hands on the window sill where she was sitting. Because if she didn't, it felt like she was going to collapse. The window sill felt behind her back was very cold, probably because it was soaked in the morning air.

“Have to… wash.”

As she barely opened her lips, Zagnac's lips, which slowly descended under her, bit against her left breast. His tongue, which was busy moving without stopping for a moment, brushed Azela's n*pples, which were standing close to excitement.

As his cold hand moved over the right breast, she trembled at the little pleasure.

“Hahng…!”

His tongue was very soft.

It was so soft that she made her forget what she was doing until just a moment ago, and an endless moan leaked through her parted lips. Reaching her right hand, which had rested on the window sill, Azela grasped the hair that was buried in her chest.

“…Are you okay?”

He asked, parting his lips.

When he asked if she was okay, her mind turned pure white and nothing came to mind. Was he asking if she was okay now, or was he asking if she was okay with things that happened just a moment ago?

“It's… it's okay.”

When Azela, not knowing what she meant, simply replied that she was okay, he lowered his head again and bit her n*pple lightly with his teeth. A thrill of pleasure pierced her whole body. Zagnac lowered his hand down to unbutton his pants, lifted her hips slightly, and slowly unbuttoned her bottoms.

With her back to the moonlit window sill, Azela looked strange, wearing only a top with loose front.

“Huuht…!”

He, who had been kneeling on one knee, finally knelt on the other.

Sitting on the window sill, with the moonlight behind her, Azela looked like a god as he knelt down on his knees in front of her, like to worship her.

The next moment, he grabbed her inner thighs with both hands and spread them wide apart. A breeze blew through the slit and felt cool. Azela, startled by the sudden opening of her lower body, widened her eyes and hurriedly tried to pull her legs together though Zagnac's hands prevented it.

“Za, Zagnac…”

No sooner had Azela called his name, embarrassed by the embarrassing posture, his head lowered toward her secret place. His tongue brushed over her wet place with excitement, leaving her no time to flinch as she threw her head back.

“Hah-uuht!”

She reached out with both hands and grasped Zagnac's hair tightly, his tongue teasing beneath her.

Her head leaned back against the window frame and made a thud, but she felt no pain. The immense pleasure and excitement dominated Azela's entire body without a chance to feel shame or embarrassment.

The world was spinning before her eyes.

“Huu…”

A sobbing sound flowed between her lips.

Zagnac removed his lips and, in an instant, took off his own clothes. As his lips moved away from her, Azela felt her whole body drain in an instant. She could sleep as it is now, and her whole body was tired.

His towering pillar came in through the blurred vision. Zagnac widened Azela's slumping thighs again before he grabbed her hips with both hands. He then gently rubbed his own thick, enlarged pillar to Azela's opening.

Even though he hadn't come in yet, she seemed to feel his heat, so the breath she had been holding back came out.

“Ha…”

Azela lifted her limp upper body, and she hugged his back tightly. Then, raising her head, she quietly whispered in his ear.

“…Put it in.”

Zagnac's patience snapped at her words. His member, which had been rubbing against her opening, burrowed into her with a force that seemed to pierce her without the slightest consideration or mercy.

“Hahk!”

As his pillar, growing without knowing the end, penetrated without any preparation, Azela felt pain and frowned. Still, he didn't stop.

Firmly gripping her hips, Zagnac moved vigorously as if he had been waiting for this day. Azela couldn't come to her senses as he stabbed her recklessly. The head buried in his shoulder swayed up and down mercilessly. Maybe that was why there were no thoughts in her shaking head.

“Huuhhtt… go, good—haahngg!”

“Kugh… Azel…la.”

As she clasped his back tightly with the tip of her fingernails, small scars were etched on Zagnac's back as she swayed up and down.

However, neither of them paid any attention. The next moment, he spread her legs wide apart, and refusing to allow any gap, pushed himself into Azela's opening even harder.

Chapter end