Episode 28
He had thought it over many times, but Rose’s body had sharply defined bones and curves. Thanks to that, it was easy to tell which part of her he was caressing and where his tongue was licking.
For example, this was her waist. It was narrow enough to fit entirely in one hand. Then, passing over the pelvis as it widened into a rounded shape and moving downward, if he parted her two thighs, taut with tension, and entered…….
He focused on the sensations at his fingertips. A soft, warm, moist, wet texture coiled around his fingers. Slowly tracing the contours of that uneven place before pushing inward, his index finger was sucked all the way to the base with a sticky sound. It was a distinctly different feeling from the last time, when he had forcibly pried open the stiff, dry hole without restraint.
Her inner flesh clenched and fluttered. Rose’s waist jerked upward.
“Ahh!”
The place he should have touched so carefully—back then, he had handled it so impatiently and roughly. Even when wet, it was this narrow and sensitive, so how much must Rose have hurt when he had forcibly opened her parched body to prove she was not a spy?
After feeling around inside to gauge its depth, Ezequiel pulled out his finger. Thick lubricant trickled down over his knuckles. He licked it away without the slightest hesitation.
Rose was horrified.
“What are you doing?”
“Since I can’t see, I should at least learn your taste.”
“Ah, no…….”
This time, he put his tongue directly to the entrance. Even when he tentatively dipped in only the tip of his tongue, entry was not easy.
Holding down Rose’s pelvis as she kept trying to draw her thighs together, Ezequiel buried his nose and mouth in her soft labia.
“Wait, just a moment, wait, ah, ahh…….”
Her vision flashed white from whatever he had touched and however he had touched it.
Her thoughts had been jumbled and crushed together for a while now, leaving her unable to grasp hold of anything. Because of the unfamiliar pleasure striking her at irregular intervals, the tips of her toes alternately curled up and stiffened straight.
Was it normally like this?
She had never done this before. How could she know?
There was no way she could keep up with this man’s pace. She was unfamiliar with this unknown world, looking around and struggling even to take a single step, while he strode ahead in great, confident strides.
Was it a realm of instinct, or a realm of learning?
The only things Rose had ever heard and learned were the vague rumors the students in the dormitory had picked up somewhere and repeated among themselves.
“They say it hurts terribly. Apparently, it feels like there’s a fire burning down there. They said you wonder why on earth anyone else does it. And if you’re not careful, you can bleed.”
“But they say it feels really good once you get used to it……. Don’t they?”
“How is something good supposed to feel?”
“Exactly. I think I can more or less imagine what pain feels like, but it’s hard to imagine what feeling good is like.”
If she heard those words again now, Rose thought she might be able to answer at least a little.
That even though it was her own body, it felt as if it did not belong to her.
That she writhed as though tormented by a yearning sensation rising inside her, sloshing higher and higher until it seemed ready to burst.
“Major, ah, Major…….”
Listening to Rose’s panting moans, Ezequiel savored every taste spilling from between his lips. Each time he bit, licked, sucked, rubbed, widened her inside, and explored her again, the woman’s breathless gasps and cries followed. It was a side of Rose unlike her usual calmness, still as a lake.
“Rose, aren’t you curious? About how I’m sensing you.”
“What…….”
“You’re soft, warm, and sweet.”
Her body was sweet because her heart was sweet.
He caressed Rose’s supple body.
If he broke through this narrow entrance and went deep inside, burying himself in her yielding flesh, she would be even sweeter.
He took hold of his penis and pressed it against Rose’s vulva. Since it was difficult to find the exact position, he slid it up and down several times, drawing out a sticky, dragging sound.
It was different from pushing in his tongue or fingers. Perhaps the sudden increase in volume was too much for her, because her body merely twitched without readily opening the entrance. Slathering on the fluid Rose had spilled, he found the hollowed opening within and applied force.
“It hurts, sob, it hurts.”
Startled, Rose placed her palm against his shoulder and pushed him away.
She had heard him say it would hurt, but she had not known it would be this bad. Tears instantly welled in her eyes.
“……I don’t think I can.”
“You can.”
Ezequiel briefly lifted his lips from her. With that single word, he swallowed up her denial. His fervent desire was unmistakable.
“This is too…… much.”
Her lower body throbbed and burned. She wanted to look and see what was happening, whether she was all right, yet when she tried to raise her head and look, she could not find the courage.
Ezequiel understood the word Rose could not bring herself to say and had left out.
“You’ll be grateful later, when you’re bigger.”
He rubbed his penis against her tender flesh and carefully pressed forward to make a path. Wrapping Rose’s struggling legs around his waist, he slowly, bit by bit, widened the narrow slit of her entrance.
“Ungh, ah…… ah!”
Rose’s chest heaved. The sensation of the entrance gradually being forced wider under the pressure sent a chill through her.
“E-even so, is it all right…….”
“……It’s all right. Breathe.”
His voice had sunk low, as though pushing in was no easier than receiving him was for her.
Rose could not bring herself to look, and Ezequiel could not see, so naturally both of them had to rely solely on the sensations of their bodies.
It was a strange kind of pain. If asked whether it hurt, of course it did, but there was also a tingling sensuality that tormented her in a way she could not simply call pain.
Her moans, steeped in moisture, were a powerful stimulus even to the one listening. If Rose had been doing nothing but suffering, he would have stopped, but she was hurting while secretly trying to take him inside her, and that awakened his appetite.
Ezequiel soothed the pillar swollen with all his desire by stroking it with his hand, feeding it in little by little from the head without rushing.
“……Ah!”
The moment its rounded, ridged tip passed through the entrance, the pillar was swallowed in one long motion.
Rose stopped breathing midway through an inhalation. It was an extraordinarily strange shock. A fullness beyond words welled up as the volume filled her body.
Ezequiel also remained still for a moment. Her interior was astonishingly hot. It was as though all the heat Rose possessed had pooled there.
Her temperature warmed him.
Ezequiel helplessly surrendered to the irresistible force. He withdrew halfway, then pushed back in. The fluid that had seeped out helped him enter. After repeating the gentle penetration three, four, then five times, Rose’s body, which had been taut with tension, gradually relaxed.
He slowly increased his pace.
“Ahh!”
“See? I told you that you could do it.”
Perhaps he had forcibly made something possible that should not have been possible, but he no longer had the presence of mind to question or consider anything further.
Each time his long penis slid smoothly out and pushed smoothly back in, unfamiliar points of sensation cried out. It was astonishing that such intense pleasure had been hidden inside her. Rose found herself wondering how she could have lived until now without knowing any of it.
Could anything feel better than this?
The moment she thought it, an even deeper pleasure surged into her belly.
The man’s hot breath poured over her face. Rose tightly shut her eyes as well, surrendering her entire body to his rough rocking.
So this was what it was like.
She thought she now understood why no one had ever been able to properly explain it. If someone asked Rose what intercourse between a man and a woman was like, she would not be confident that she could explain it accurately either.
It simply felt good.
It felt so good.
It felt endlessly good.
It felt suspiciously good, so good that she wondered whether it was truly all right.
If there was a seventh sense that overwhelmed the five senses and the sixth sense, perhaps this was it.
“Ha, something like this…….”
Ezequiel moaned along with her.
He thought he could understand, at least a little, why putting a group of men together made them all turn red-eyed at the sight of women. Judging solely by the ecstasy of Rose’s insides gripping his penis and squeezing it tight, it was enough to drive anyone mad.
At the same time, it was so absurd that he almost laughed.
Crazy bastards. They went around shoving this into anyone, anywhere, without caring about the time, place, or person.
A battlefield was a place where human beings’ primal desires unfolded in their rawest forms, as starkly as life and death crossed paths. Even though he had strictly disciplined the men under his command so they could not commit such disgraceful acts, on days when they joined up with another allied unit outside his jurisdiction and set up camp together, the scene was appalling.
More than once, he had heard a faint cry somewhere, gone to investigate, and found someone pinning down a woman taken prisoner, oblivious even to the terror of military law—and beaten the offender senseless.
Ezequiel pressed his face against Rose’s cheek.
Rose. It’s because it’s you. Because I know how you saved my life. That’s why I can show you my defenseless self.
A woman’s inside was deep as an abyss. When he plunged in as deeply as he pleased and stimulated the farthest reaches, Rose twisted her waist and cried.
“Ah, it’s too, too scary…….”
It was frightening.
Every moment he swept through her at such a rapid pace, she felt as though she were being flung somewhere high above. As though her mind were wandering in some distant, unreachable place.
For an instant, Rose understood how he must have felt when, having lost his patience and self-control to withdrawal from alcohol and drugs, he had shouted for her to tie him up with ropes.
She was not intoxicated by opium, yet she could not control these sensations.
What if something went wrong because she kept feeling this recklessly, like this?
Terrified, she could not let go of the last thread of her reason.
It was a delirium as sweet as honey. She was terribly afraid of crossing that line, yet at the same time she was curious. And then an instinctive realization—that once she crossed it, she would never be able to return—kept her from completely surrendering her fear.
“Major, please, somehow, somehow…….”
“Let go.”
Ezequiel pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth.
“Let go of yourself, Rose.”
His whisper warmly dampened the edge of her ear.