The Story Is Not Over Yet Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

He made an excuse with a small smile. However, now it didn't matter to her. Azela, who unconsciously reached out her hands, grabbed Zagnac's neck tightly.

She now needed darkness.

As if clinging to him, she hugged his neck tightly, finding his moist lips first.

Could it be that because her throat was dry…? His wet lips were as sweet as the water of life, and it was more addictive than any other drug.

As though she had found the source for her dying life, Azela grabbed Zagnac's tongue and pulled him closer. She lowered her hand around his neck, her palm on him, and unbuttoned his neatly arranged buttons one by one.

That clumsy hand was impatient and cute, and a smile bloomed on Zagnac's lips. Azela needed something to hang on to now. If there wasn't, it looked like she would collapse.

Seemingly understanding her, Zagnac gently caressed her. He didn't move as hastily as she did, nor did he move violently. As if to comfort her, who was exhausted by emotions, he slowly put his hand into her skirt.

However, the warm touch was not as soft as it was like he was trying to make her forget everything. It was gentle yet fierce.

Having undone her underwear at once, he rolled her skirt up to her waist and gently stimulated Azela's opening with his index and middle fingers. She lifted her waist at the tightness that stimulated her as if to push her back.

“Huhh—!”

She had never felt this level of pleasure when she was making love with Daniel. Azela's cheeks were dyed red by the feeling she was experiencing for the first time in her life.

Zagnac, who pressed his lips against her red cheeks, lifted her legs high.

“Za, Zagnac…!”

In an instant, her lower body, which had turned to the sky, was blatantly exposed in front of his face.

Azela, startled with embarrassment, opened her closed eyes and gazed at him. Zagnac's gaze was only on her wet entrance. In embarrassment, she tried to cover herself with her hands, though before that, his soft tongue touched the slit.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before. When she was with Daniel, he never put his mouth there. She opened her surprised eyes wide and grabbed the bedsheet tightly.

An intense pleasure scratched Azela's whole body to the point that she couldn't even let out a moan.

His tongue tenaciously dug into her slit. The soft yet stimulating feeling made Azela distracted and tilted her head back, and her shaking body kept losing strength. Azela's nerves pounded at the sensation of his soft tongue scratching her inside.

The next moment, he lifted his head and gently lowered her legs onto the bed. As she gasped for breath and glanced at him with a hazy gaze, her whole body was so weak that she couldn't even lift a finger.

He then took his own clothes off and climbed over her. His manhood was tinted red. Azela unconsciously reached out to him.

Zagnac tilted his head to one side, not knowing the meaning of the gentle hand's sudden stretch.

“Uuht…!”

It was so big and so red that if she touched it, it might burst. When she tapped it, Zagnac's face grimaced, and a groan escaped from between his gaping teeth. His pillar, which seemed to be crude and aggressive, was softer than expected.

The soft feeling was strange, and Azela, without realizing it, with her palm, swept his pillar from the root to the glans. Zagnac could not help but tremble at her touch.

His face, as red as his manhood, was like a volcano about to explode.

Startled by the pillar growing bigger the more she touched it, she hastily removed her hand. Azela's palm was covered with an unknown sticky liquid.

As soon as she lifted her hand, he moved quickly. Zagnac, who had her legs wide open, pushed himself a little rough and hastily, unlike the last time.

“…Za, Zagnac—”

Azela gasped as Zagnac's large rod rushed in, and she called out his name. Along with the pain that felt like she was about to burst, she felt a sense of stability that filled her empty stomach at the same time.

At her call, Zagnac responded more fiercely. When she called his name, he began to move hastily, as if it was a signal. Even though it was full and could no longer be filled, his manhood grew bigger and bigger inside her.

Azela raised her head and looked down, wondering if her stomach might have become convex. But, let alone her stomach, nothing caught her eye except for Zagnac's hard stomach, which was moving violently.

Raising her head made her tighten her grip on him, though Azela, who knew nothing, simply gazed at him with a blushing face.

“Damn, damn it… Ugh!”

When she tightened as if squeezing him, Zagnac spat out low curses with a moaning, pushing into her harder.

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As he pushed firmly toward her without any gap, Azela, having a hard time regaining her consciousness, shook her body and bounced her back. Her panting breath leaked out between her lips, which were opened with intense pleasure.

“A, Azela…”

The moment Zagnac called her name, a warm feeling spread strongly throughout her body. At that moment, tears welled up in her eyes, perhaps because of the extreme pleasure. Azela's waist, which had soared towards her sky, slowly lowered onto the bed.

Zagnac, who had carefully pulled himself out of Azela's inside, carefully moved next to her.

“…Does it hurt?”

He lifted his finger and wiped Azela's tears. At that, she shook her head in flutters, still gasping for breath. It didn't hurt. Rather than the previous experience, the pleasure grew bigger and overtaken her.

Yet… Yet even Azela herself did not know why she was crying. She turned her head to the side and stared at Zagnac.

“…Thank you.”

Zagnac furrowed his brows at that voice, as faint as an extinguishing ember.

'Thank you for finding me, thank you for coming to me, and thank you for coming to me in need of darkness right now.'

Azela gently closed her eyes.

“I think it's time to come.”

Zagnac couldn't take his eyes off the door of the study as he tapped his finger. The old butler, who was pouring tea from the teacup in front of him, bowed his head and asked.

“Master, is there any news you are waiting for?”

“No, there is none.”

He answered the question sternly and briefly as he lowered his gaze to the papers stacked on the desk.

However, not long after, he lifted his head again and looked at the door of the study. It was time to come. Since she said she didn't know anything about upholstery, it was time for her to come ask a question, though strangely, there was no news.

By any chance, did she die…?

Zagnac burst into laughter as he was taken aback by the thought that he had been in trouble for a while. No way. If she died, there was no way that he, her contractor, would not have known. For a moment, he thought it was a very human-like way of thinking.

“Are you waiting for Countess Todd by any chance?”

Zagnac was startled by the butler, Baharf, question and raised his head. The old butler who had cared for Zagnac for a long time and had been by his side was a human. So, of course, he couldn't peek inside others.

In response to the butler Bahaf's question, he whispered softly with his narrowed eyes.

“How did you know that? Hey, aren't you human?”

It was a serious question. But, when Zagnac asked that seriously, Baharf shook his head with a calm smile.

“At this age, you can see things you didn't see. You will know when you are my age.”

There was no way to know that. Even if you say you can change as you get older on the outside, it didn't change on the inside.

Unlike humans, he did not age, so Zagnac would never reach Baharf's age.

At his words, Zagnac snorted and stood up from his seat. Then, he grabbed a hat he loved and opened the door of the study that was firmly closed and did not open. Despite the Master's sudden departure, Baharf did not show any signs of surprise.

Zagnac, who was about to leave the study, suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at his butler.

“Aren't you going to ask where I am going?”

“Aren't you going to Count Todd's residence? If it is a carriage, it is prepared in front of the mansion in advance. I've sent the Count a letter to visit.”

Baharf smiled with an old smile. It was a smile that conveyed a sense of depth and the years he had gone through.

Unable to say anything at Bahaf's answer, Zagnac shut his mouth and walked away quietly. He knew where he was going, and from the fact that he had even prepared a carriage in advance, Baharf must have been not human either.

Did he have the seeds of a dragon that was thought to be extinct? Or, was it the elf who lived in the deep forest because there were only a few left? Or, maybe he was a devil like him, and he didn't recognize him…?

Zagnac thought strangely and got into the prepared carriage.

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