#74

However, he painfully grasped my wrist as if trying to shake off my hand feeling the nape of his neck. I put strength in my wrist and held firm.

Lowering my face as it was, I brought my lips to the tender skin of that wound. I carefully kissed it, taking care not to dig in too deeply.

“Please, like this….”

“…..”

“Don’t push me away….”

I continued to kiss while begging. I traced up his reddened, visibly tense neckline. Tilting my head back slightly, I bit down with the inside of my lips on the hollow spot under his sharp chin. The taste of blood lingered in my mouth.

As I repeated the kisses several times, almost burying myself in his painful embrace, I felt Johannes’ Adam’s apple move greatly against my cheek as if swallowing dry saliva. His breathing inevitably grew rough, and Johannes even began to heave his shoulders gradually.

“…Nette, stop.”

And then for the first time. Johannes spoke in a voice somewhat like his usual self.

In fact, it was close to a hastily exhaled sigh, but still a dizzying baritone that rang quite softly in my ears.

Slowly, I raised my upper body to face Johannes. I saw him unable to take his eyes off my lips as if wanting to overlap right away, while stubbornly rejecting me yet unable to hide his panting.

My heart grew even more anxious at that gaze that seemed like it would accept me any moment.

“I, I was wrong…. Johannes….”

“…..”

“I was wrong…. Okay?”

I approached Johannes’ mouth while watching his reaction. Spreading my trembling palms to rest on his chest, I approached hesitantly like someone seeking permission and kissed the corner of his mouth. The tip of Johannes’ chin, the corner of his mouth, the line of his upper lip….

Even while feeling Johannes, I checked his gaze several times. Please, won’t you open up, I desperately asked with just my gaze and lips. Perhaps it was the first courtship of my life. I had never been so earnest. I feared his distrust towards me more than anything.

Then I suddenly became anxious at his attitude of remaining stiff as a log without giving even a bit of warmth or embracing me with his arms. I choked up at the feeling that he wouldn’t accept me until the end. When I finally couldn’t bear the anxiety and moved away from Johannes a little.

Without a word, just breathing heavily while stiff, Johannes’ head tilted towards me as if broken. His hand that had been hanging down slowly rose to firmly grasp the back of my head. That hand tilting me back to fully expose my nape was trembling.

Like that of a child about to be punished.

Johannes pressed down on my shoulder with his remaining hand. My heart was racing madly. With my head tilted back, I looked down at Johannes positioned below me, unable to move. His shaded nose bridge. The irregular breathing falling from his slightly parted lips with a “huck… huck” sound, tracing down my neckline.

Heat.

I felt like I would lose my breath just like that. Johannes’ rapid breaths approached hesitantly, as if about to cover my exposed nape under his gaze with his lips. As if hesitating about something, he tilted his forehead sideways, repeatedly coming close to my skin then pulling away.

His lips lightly moistened me. Johannes was like a well-trained barbarian. A long-forgotten taste within lately learned refinement. As if he could no longer control his suppressed instinct to taste the flesh of another person again, he shallowly licked my neck with his tongue.

Johannes’ voice choking back the rising tide deep in his throat seemed to ring in my ear. Just once. One last time. No, just once more. I felt like I would die from the repeatedly connecting sensation as if he would die right away.

“Ah.”

I ended up letting out a short moan. Because a sharp, hot pain rose up my neck. My chest boiled at the sensation of Johannes’ canine tooth, which had bitten me after enduring alone, slowly, slowly digging into my flesh.

Johannes’ jaw was trembling. Ah, I wish you would hurt, I thought. That without this, I would surely go mad unable to bear it. That clearly unmistakable sweetly deadly violence that wished for my pain no matter how you looked at it.

Still unable to do more, he quickly licked my wound as if sucking it out with the moist inner membrane and tongue of his still trembling lips after pulling out just his canine tooth while keeping his mouth on me. He seemed about to devour my entire neck. He was also like an anxious beast licking its injured companion indiscriminately while hugging them.

“Nette…. Ha…. Nette.”

Though he was the one who bit me, Johannes groaned hoarsely against my wound as if he was the one bitten, spitting out rough whispers.

I felt like my vision was blurring from how lovable Johannes was, unable to hide his anxious hesitation yet unable to stop either. It was a dizziness that completely erased even the presence of pursuers who might be chasing us.

“Jo, Johannes….”

Just then, as I felt I would lose my mind from the sensual pain blurring my eyes. How frantically he fumbled to undo his lower garments, lowering the hand that had been gripping my shoulder. Johannes cursed lowly as if it wasn’t coming undone as he wanted.

Ah, my chest felt like it would burst from his parched atmosphere. Soon Johannes’ lips left my neck. As if completely dazed, even the focus of Johannes’ gaze was unclear.

Johannes half-lifted me up as I was kneeling between his legs. He burrowed in without warning, lifting my nightgown, and frantically pulled it off.

Johannes’ fingers instantly swept through the inside. It seemed to be merely a confirmation rather than foreplay. After glancing down at his moistened fingers while breathing roughly, Johannes suddenly pulled me towards him as if embracing my waist.

“…Come up.”

He whispered breathlessly while grasping my thighs. A bit startled by his tone that seemed to pin me down, I hesitantly climbed onto his waist.

My eyes burned. Because I saw Johannes grasping himself with one hand. Even the throbbing veins rising up were as firm as Johannes’ arms, like a well-trained muscle in itself. Thump thump. My heart pounded. Though it was a sight I had seen often, I unconsciously swallowed a tense breath.

By then, Johannes had lowered his head so his hair obscured the view, but the slick, hard sensation I felt was dizzying, as if he too had long since heated up. At some point Johannes’ movement abruptly stopped. Johannes, who had tightly grasped me, lowered me without any consideration.

“Ah, ah, eut….”

A moan and tears I couldn’t hold back escaped at once. The heavy sensation that slid in all at once. My throat choked up as I was suddenly filled up to my lower abdomen.

“Ha, euk, Jo….”

I couldn’t finish calling his name. Johannes didn’t look at my face even once while entering deeply. Only his head sank down even further as a rough groan of “Euk…” burst out lowly.

Johannes’ breathing stopped for a moment, then he exhaled that held breath painfully. After panting like that for a while, Johannes pushed up the hem of my nightgown to near my collarbone.

“Hold it, Nette.”

I couldn’t understand his order. In fact, I couldn’t come to my senses. As if bewitched by the domineering voice, I raised both hands to my chest to hold the hem of my nightgown. With bare skin thus exposed from below my collarbone to my thighs. Johannes firmly grasped my thighs with both hands and buried his forehead against me as if plunging it in.

“Ha….”

The moist, hot breath Johannes exhaled soaked into my soft skin all over. The damp sensation of him tasting me with his lips as if he couldn’t hold back crushed my heart completely.

I don’t know how I breathed then. Johannes’ motions as he frantically focused on my body without raising his face even once, as if he could no longer see anything, were excessively sensual.

His yearning moans bursting out just once like long-suppressed cries. The motion of biting into the soft flesh with his head tilted outwards and his exposed nose bridge. And his taut nape was unbelievably erotic.

Yes, though Johannes hadn’t even taken off his outer clothes and nothing particular was exposed, his body looked more indecent than ever before. I alone felt desperately urgent about something.

My body, which seemed like it couldn’t get any hotter, grew even hotter, and because of that all strength drained from my entire body and I almost lost my grip on the nightgown I had clutched to my chest as if nailing it there. In fact, I wanted to lower my hands and embrace even his hair right away.

“Johannes…. Jo, ah, eu….”

But all I could manage were short screams cut off and gentle hip movements gently squeezing Johannes inside me. I forgot even embarrassment. Johannes’ reaction of roughening breaths along with me was too sweet. It felt like all the nerves in the parts touching him were melting.

In the end, I couldn’t bear my constantly slipping lower body. Johannes, who desperately called my name Nette, Nette from time to time, seemed almost like a sick person, but I wanted to hear more of his groaning.

Even my restrained wrists somehow heated me up even more. Wrists I had tied above my collarbones myself. But it felt as if Johannes had directly bound me. Unable to move except for motions that gave him pleasure, I was like a prisoner prepared just for him. And Johannes, persistently clinging to my body like that, was like a hot and pitiful guard watching only me.

Perhaps he wanted even stronger stimulation. Suddenly strength entered Johannes’ grip holding me. Soon he slowly lifted and lowered my entire body with unbelievable force. It was a movement that deeply rubbed my insides, making my whole body tremble. Because of that, Johannes’ hair rubbed all over my chest.

Slowly once. And twice.

I sobbed. It felt like my insides would be crushed. Johannes, strangely more aroused than ever before, with even his pulse feeling hot. The heavy sensation sliding in and out regardless of my will. I felt like I would faint from the feeling of him persistently yet gently rubbing against me.

Unconsciously, I rode Johannes’ waist up and down, matching the movements that continued without pause as if determined to heat me up.

While moving my body, my knees were imprinted and scraped on the soil tangled with tree roots, but I didn’t even realize it hurt. Only Johannes’ lips constantly moaning seemed like the only pain allowed to me.

Nette, Nette, Johannes must have called me.

“Answer… me, Nette.”

“Uh, yes…. Ah.”

But dazed by the thrill shooting to the tips of my hair, I couldn’t easily answer. Johannes called me a few more times. I barely managed to open my eyes that I had tightly shut at some point. And in that moment.

My labored breathing suddenly stopped. Since when had it been? It was because Johannes’ eyes looking up at me with his chin resting on my chest were already no longer human.

Pupils filled entirely with silver, without any white.

The demon’s glowing eyes alone in the darkness.

A stinging chill like instinct prickled over my fully ripened skin.

“What did you, do wrong, to me…?”

Not knowing or caring if he had changed a little. Johannes asked me while panting with his brow painfully furrowed. The tips of sharp canines slightly peeked out between those heated lips. He must have bitten me with those fangs.

Without even the leisure to wonder at his state, I answered almost like a moan in a daze.

“Uh-huh, yes….”

“What.”

Johannes urgently asked again.

“Ah, that…. Eut.”

“…..”

“Mmm, uh….”

“Ha…. Can’t, hear you….”

His voice sounding almost like an animal’s cry as he said that. He pressed and rubbed his forehead against me as if frustrated while anxiously waiting for an answer. If he hadn’t been holding onto me, he looked like he would have clawed at his own chest. Then he sharply raised his gaze and asked again.

“Answer me…. What did you do wrong? Hm?”

Though his tone seemed to be fiercely interrogating at a glance, I knew it was rather a desperate urgency of being driven into a corner. Euk, euk, tears falling from the tip of my chin bobbing up and down pooled at the corners of his eyes.

I was anxious, as if the sincerity I had already expressed was all blocked by a wall and not conveyed. At the same time, Johannes looking almost beastly was unfamiliar yet strangely dizzying, and the sensation of bodies intertwining with him was tangling me up into a mess.