Chapter 44
A little before Enya's meeting with Lise.
A sigh escaped Enya's lips.
“Ahh.”
Enya sucked in a sharp breath and turned her face away without thinking.
The grotesque thing, swollen alarmingly and jutting out as if it would tear through his pants, made her head spin.
She'd braced herself, more or less, but seeing it in broad daylight was more shocking than she'd expected.
Tarmin spoke, embarrassed.
“What, did you see a monster?”
“Worse than a monster. It's so disgusting I could die.”
“Disgusting, huh.”
If you were careful, you rarely had to encounter the monsters of the grasslands.
But the repulsive thing before her had already made its presence known for the second time.
Tarmin covered his mouth, embarrassed, but he didn't seem inclined to pull up his pants and pretend nothing had happened.
As she hesitated, Tarmin called to her.
“Um, Enya.”
She knew why he was calling, even without him saying it.
Tarmin couldn't hide his expectant expression as he stole glances at her.
He watched with heated eyes, anticipating what she was about to do for him.
Meeting that piercing gaze made her heart skip for no good reason.
She answered in a fluster.
“O-Okay, I'll get it over with quickly.”
Enya hurried between Tarmin's legs.
It was only something she had to do to take care of Tarmin's excessive sex drive.
Hesitating and dragging things out would only make it feel more awkward; nothing would change.
All that would happen was she'd increase the risk of someone catching them, so she figured it was better to get it over with quickly.
After straightening her skirt, which had ridden up, she reached out while kneeling.
When her fingertips touched it, she hesitated for a moment, then gave up and spread her fingers.
The hot flesh filled her hand.
It really was big.
“Kuh.”
Tarmin let out a low groan as he looked down at her.
Kneeling in front of Tarmin, who was sitting comfortably, felt a little humiliating.
Her face naturally flushed red.
“Ugh…”
She regretted it a little, but she had no other choice.
Enya frowned and lowered her head.
As the thing drew close enough to touch her, Tarmin's scent tickled the tip of her nose.
Dizzy, she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, took several deep breaths, and finally opened her mouth.
“E-Enya?”
Tarmin was startled and leaned back.
As Enya looked at him with wide eyes, the luggage beside his head toppled over with a clatter.
Tarmin gasped and shrieked.
“W-What? Your mouth? You were going to use your mouth?”
Enya, startled too, stammered in dismay.
“W-Weren't I? I was trying to do it without getting caught…”
“Oh, really?”
At Tarmin's words, Enya froze stiff.
She remembered what she'd just done.
“…Ah.”
She realized just how far ahead of herself she'd gotten.
Enya's face turned bright red.
**
A little later, Tarmin's sly whisper made Enya hunch her shoulders.
“Well, I had no idea. I didn't know you were so devoted to service, Enya.”
“H-haa…”
Enya made a tearful face as she moved her hand.
She'd struggled as if she were going to die rather than do it, but in the end he'd led her hand back to the thing.
With no argument to offer, she instead muttered a quiet curse.
“Hngh, hurry up and finish, then put it away, you pervert. If someone else comes,”
“Huh? Who are you calling a pervert? I don't think I am.”
Enya squeezed her eyes shut.
In her mind, she called upon Chaik, a name she usually never invoked.
Her ears were so hot with embarrassment she thought they might fall off.
“Last time you used your hand, so did you think it'd be different this time?”
“I don't know.”
“Were you going to do it like when you hid under the blanket and bit my finger?”
“I don't knowww…”
She should've just stayed still and done whatever Tarmin asked. Why had she gone and made the first move?
Because of that, even when his firm hand lifted her chin and he kissed her, she couldn't resist at all.
As his tongue slipped in and out, ravaging every corner of her mouth, the strength drained from her body.
“Mmph, chuup… haa, mm… chuup.”
Knowing that if she tried to push him away clumsily, he'd only entangle her more deeply, she offered him her tongue and kept working her hand instead.
One hand stroked along the shaft, while the other gently rubbed its tip.
A ticklish sensation in her lower belly made her tense her thighs and cross her legs.
Even after Tarmin's lips left hers, Enya breathed heavily and kept moving her hand on autopilot.
He'd climaxed from this much in the bathroom, but today it didn't look like it'd be so easy.
“Enya.”
When he suddenly reached for her neck, she thought he was going to kiss her again, but then a blanket was draped over them.
Startled, she looked up and saw Tarmin gazing at her with an inviting look.
He'd kissed her whenever he pleased, but now he cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking.
“Let me say this first: I'm only asking. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, Enya.”
“…What's 'first' about it, you bastard?”
When she was with Tarmin, she always ended up acting strange.
She'd worry about something as trivial as a smell and wonder if there was anything she could do for him, only to lose control and act first.
If she didn't want to, she wouldn't have gotten in the same carriage as him.
After taking a deep breath, she brought her face beneath the blanket.
She took the firm yet soft flesh there into her mouth, filling it.
**
After that, Tarmin spent a happy while receiving Enya's service.
…Or so she wished she could say.
Enya was so adorable hidden beneath the blanket with his thing in her mouth that Tarmin spent a long while agonizing over what to say before finally voicing his honest opinion.
“…It's not as good as when you use your hand.”
“Mmphat?”
Enya mumbled with his thing in her mouth.
Apparently realizing belatedly that she couldn't talk with a piece of flesh in her mouth, she blushed and raised her head.
The tip, slick and glistening with saliva, was exposed, and a chill ran through Tarmin.
“Pwah… Why? I'm doing this much, shouldn't it feel good!?”
“I'm really sorry, but… the teeth hurt, for one thing.”
He liked the feeling of it sinking into her moist mouth, but that was as far as it went.
Enya moved her mouth up and down a little, doing her best, but her inexperience kept her from stimulating him properly.
Her mouth seemed to hurt, and she kept pulling away to rest.
When her wriggling tongue tickled the tip and it was just starting to feel good, her hard teeth scraped against the flesh, sending a shiver up his spine.
It almost felt less like a service and more like torture.
The stimulation was so shallow and constant that Tarmin was starting to feel sore down there.
“Ugh, sorry. My jaw hurts…”
Enya apologized, not knowing what to do, but Tarmin was happy simply because she'd tried so hard for him.
He chuckled and tapped her on the head.
“If your mouth's that small, how do you eat? Hm?”
After being tapped on the head, Enya glared at him and grumbled.
With his engorged thing in front of her, even the way she glared at him was oddly sensual.
“You're just too big.”
“Am I?”
Chuckling, he stroked her hair with the hand he'd tapped her with.
He'd heard that he was big before.
It was the same person's opinion, so he couldn't make an objective comparison, but he supposed that was how it was.
”It's okay, so don't push yourself too hard with something you can't do.”
Instead of saying she understood, Enya shot him an irritated glare.
Seeing her expression, he realized his mistake and hurriedly said,
“No, I'm not provoking you, Enya. Using your hand is really fine, seriously, ngh!”
Enya lowered her head without answering.
His thing disappeared into her mouth again.
**
She took Tarmin's hot flesh in her mouth, firm yet soft at the same time—a contradiction.
She wrapped one hand around the base.
“Ugh… No, Enya. I told you, you don't have to force yourself.”
Tarmin's voice came from above her head.
After he'd kissed her and pounced, saying he couldn't hold back, his considerate tone telling her it was okay annoyed her a little.
It was unfair to back out now that she'd gone so far as to use her mouth, and above all, she didn't like how calm Tarmin was when she'd thought he'd be dying with pleasure.
Now that she'd started, she wanted to teach the hunter a lesson.
She wanted to drive him crazy with pleasure like last time.
Her trial and error hadn't been entirely fruitless.
“Mmm…”
As she slid her tongue along the flesh filling her mouth, she felt Tarmin twitch, letting out a pleased groan.
The salty taste lingered in her mouth again.
Up to this point, it wasn't very difficult.
But keeping her mouth wide open while moving her tongue so her teeth wouldn't touch him quickly pushed her jaw to its limit.
A sharp, tingling pain made tears well in her eyes.
‘Too big…’
If Tarmin's size wasn't the problem, maybe she was doing it wrong.
But she'd never seen a book that explained how to do it with her mouth.
If this had been a little while ago, she would've quickly spat it out and caught her breath by now, but this time she held back her tears and endured.
Clumsily, she moved her mouth back and forth somehow.
She was breathing in quiet, suppressed pants through her nose as she sucked and moved her mouth on Tarmin's thing. Just then—
Her mouth filled with saliva, so she tightened it to keep it from spilling out.
-Chuup…
“Eugh?”
Tarmin abruptly straightened his back.
He looked down at Enya in alarm.
Enya stared back at him with wide, startled eyes.
When she looked at him as if to ask what was wrong, Tarmin shuddered and flailed his arms.
“Enya, w-wait, just a second, this suddenly feels too…?”
Incoherent words spilled from his mouth.
She tried gathering saliva once more, just to test it.
-Chuup…
“Eugh!”
Watching Tarmin writhe again, she was sure.
Ah, this is it.
Every time she sucked hard, Tarmin shuddered with pleasure.
“T-That's enough, come out now. I-It's dangerous.”
She didn't know what was supposed to be dangerous, but she almost smiled.
Somehow, he looked a little cute flustered like that.
She was learning yet another way Tarmin liked.
-Chuup… chup, chuup…
“Ngh…”
How many times had she sucked at it so carefully?
“Enya, please, ngh!”
Tarmin put his hand on her head and pressed down gently.
Soon, the thing in her mouth throbbed several times.
Feeling warm, slippery fluid fill her mouth, Enya slowly closed her eyes.
**
Tarmin stood beside Enya as she rinsed her mouth at the well.
Like a child who'd wet the bed and was anxiously watching her parents' reactions, Enya nervously let the water run from her mouth.
After wiping her mouth with a towel, she said,
“Did you do something wrong?”
“N-No, I was just wondering if you were okay…”
“You'd better treat me well from now on, right?”
“Huh?”
Tarmin, who'd asked blankly, hurriedly nodded.
“Y-Yeah! That's right! Yeah.”
Enya smiled shyly, then walked toward the lodging.
Tarmin followed behind her.