TDXXBC Chapter 1 (Part 3)

A streak of crimson light slashed through the air, slicing the beast cleanly in half.

The attack was precise—lethal only to the monster, leaving Aderton untouched.

“Sascha!”

Aderton’s trembling voice called out.

Sascha turned toward him.

For a moment, she barely recognized him.

In just half a day, his face had become gaunt. Though his head was lowered, his hair shielding his features, his clothes were shredded, his back marred with wounds.

That once flawless, ivory skin—now battered and scarred.

Sascha clenched her teeth.

“Attacking an innocent person… How wicked!”

She raised her greatsword, gripping it tightly.

With every arc of its crimson-lit blade, beastly raptors fell from the sky, their gray feathers scattering like autumn leaves.

Though they ruled the air while she stood on land, it made no difference.

When they descended, she cut them down.

When they ascended, she vaulted onto the trees, slashing them mid-flight.

Their numbers dwindled rapidly.

Then, in panic, the surviving creatures shrieked to one another:

—”That crimson aura…!”
—”A warrior! A warrior is here!”
—”The one who killed Kalseus!”

Kalseus.

The monstrous dragon who once ruled the north.

The beastly raptors had always considered themselves strong, but they had never dared challenge the dark dragon or its subordinates.

And now, the very human who had slain Kalseus stood before them.

There was no chance of victory.

The realization struck like a death sentence.

The flock scattered in frantic retreat, flapping their wings with desperate speed.

One of them, casting a last backward glance, muttered:

—”But why is the warrior protecting him?”

Yet that mystery was not theirs to solve.

Soon, the beastly raptors were gone.

With the threat eliminated, Sascha turned to assess Aderton.

And guilt weighed heavily upon her chest.

He had suffered all of this—because of her.

If only she hadn’t left him alone. If only she had recognized the dangers of the forest earlier.

Had she been in his place, she would have had no words for someone who abandoned her in an unfamiliar wilderness.

She braced herself for whatever rebuke he had for her.

But when Aderton finally opened his mouth, the words that came out were entirely unexpected.

“Sascha, are you hurt? This blood—”

“W-What? Oh, this? It’s not mine.”

Rather than blaming her, he was… worried?

His face twisted in distress as he stared at the blood dripping from her clothing.

Only after she reassured him multiple times did his expression ease—just slightly.

Finally convinced she was unscathed, his voice lowered to a murmur.

“I’m sorry… I only wanted to gather some fruit, but I ended up causing so much trouble.”

“No, I mean… I wasn’t exactly blameless either.”

Sascha tried to console him, but Aderton’s expression remained downcast.

His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, were rimmed red. Even the tip of his sharp nose had turned pink from emotion.

How could someone this kind suffer because of me?

The more she looked at him, the deeper her self-reproach became.

Her initial plan—to scold him thoroughly once she found him—was long forgotten.

Aderton covered his mouth with his sleeve and mumbled:

“No… It’s my fault for not listening properly. My leg is in bad shape, but… I’ll try to leave the mountain as soon as I can.”

“Your leg?”

Only then did Sascha follow his gaze downward—

And her breath caught.

A massive hunting trap was clamped around his ankle.

One meant for monsters.

The beastly raptors hadn’t been the reason he had been unable to run.

It had been this.

Sascha swallowed hard.

This part of the mountain was regularly patrolled by hunters due to the frequent monster sightings.

But because of the region’s rare flora and fauna, all forms of traps had been strictly banned.

And yet, here it was.

No wonder he hadn’t fled.

No wonder he had taken every hit.

Guilt twisted in her gut.

She had to get him out of here—now.

Sascha’s expression darkened as she examined the illegal hunting trap. Poaching aside, the real issue was the severity of the wound.

Every movement caused the jagged teeth of the trap to sink deeper into Aderton’s leg, tearing through flesh that was already mangled and drenched in blood.

But despite the urgent need for treatment, she couldn’t simply pry the trap open.

Forged from hammered steel, the contraption was nearly the width of her palm, heavy enough that even a grown man would struggle to lift it with both hands.

As her gaze grew more somber, Aderton waved his hand weakly.

“It’s fine. If you bring a hammer or an axe from the storage, we can— huh?”

Before he could even finish, Sascha grabbed hold of the trap with both hands.

With a low grunt, she applied force.

The once immovable jaws of the trap groaned, then shattered apart in an instant.

Aderton stared in stunned disbelief, glancing between the ruined steel and Sascha’s unshaken arms.

“You… broke it that easily…?”

His face was filled with sheer bewilderment.

But Sascha wasn’t interested in his reaction—her focus was solely on his injury.

She tore his pant leg up to the knee, revealing the damage beneath.

Luckily, the bone was intact, but the flesh hung loose in places, and the amount of blood loss was significant. It was a miracle he hadn’t passed out.

Immediate treatment was necessary, but she had no medical supplies with her.

Taking him to the village wasn’t an option either—night had fallen, and the forest was unpredictable. Beasts and monsters could emerge at any moment. If she were alone, she could handle it, but protecting an injured person while fighting would be far riskier.

Sascha made a decision.

She had to get him back to the cabin and treat him there.

The problem was how to transport him.

If she helped him walk, his leg would drag through the underbrush and worsen the injury.

If she carried him on her back, his larger frame would nearly scrape the ground.

After a moment of deliberation, Sascha slid one arm beneath his back and the other under his legs—then lifted him effortlessly.

Aderton jolted in surprise, instinctively wrapping his arms around her neck.

It was an unmistakably princely way to be carried.

“What in the…?”

“Stay still. You’ll make it worse if you move.”

Aderton tried to protest, but Sascha ignored him.

It was clear from his deeply furrowed brows that he had never expected to be carried like this.

But after a brief moment of resistance, he sighed and rested his arms more comfortably around her.

Still, Sascha wasn’t exactly at ease herself.

She walked in silence, but her mind was far from calm.

‘That presence wasn’t normal.’

When she had first set out to find Aderton, she had sensed something—something monstrous.

As a swordmaster, she was highly attuned to such energies. Her blade, imbued with mana, was an extension of her very being.

Mana itself was the pure energy of nature—wind, water, sunlight.

But monsters did not wield mana.

They possessed a different force entirely: magick, a power that clashed with mana at a fundamental level.

The two energies were like oil and water—utterly incompatible.

That was why she knew.

The ominous presence she had felt earlier wasn’t just the beastly raptors.

‘It was something else. Something stronger.’

It reminded her of the oppressive dread she had felt standing before the dragon Kalseus.

Such potent magick was exceedingly rare—even during the time when Kalseus had ruled this region.

‘I couldn’t have imagined it.’

Sascha had encountered magick of that caliber before—on the battlefield, in war.

It had always belonged to Kalseus or the powerful beasts that served under him.

And she had killed all of them.

Had one escaped her? Had something survived her?

She had tracked the source of that presence, only to find the raptors.

But they weren’t nearly powerful enough to explain it.

That meant… there had been something else.

Sascha’s gaze drifted down to Aderton.

Then, with a quiet scoff, she shook her head.

‘Ridiculous thought.’

The empire’s borderlands and villages were protected by sacred barriers created by priests.

These barriers detected monster activity and prevented them from infiltrating.

Even the cabin she lived in was filled with consecrated relics from the temple.

If Aderton were a monster, those barriers would have reacted violently the moment he came near.

‘I’m just overthinking things.’

But if that monster had somehow avoided detection…

Whatever it was, it was cunning.

And if it was still lurking in the area…

Sascha tightened her grip around Aderton.

“Aderton. You said you had medical knowledge, right? Do you know how to perform emergency treatment?”

“Huh? Oh—yes. I know how to treat wounds and prepare medicine.”

“Then how about staying at the cabin for now?”

“The cabin?”

“Yeah. Your leg’s injured, and if you try heading down the mountain, you might run into another beast like today. That would be even more dangerous. I’ll bring a doctor or healer up here, so just stay until you’re fully healed.”

Sascha granted him permission to stay.

A stark contrast to her firm refusal earlier that day.

Aderton’s eyes widened in surprise before he suddenly tightened his arms around her neck.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you.”

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

For the briefest moment, if the beastly raptors had seen him, they would have recoiled at the sheer cunning lurking behind that expression.

But just as quickly, it vanished.

* * *

Fortunately, they encountered no other monsters on the way back to the cabin.

That unsettling presence—one that had sent chills down Sascha’s spine—was also no longer detectable.

It was only after stepping inside that she finally exhaled deeply.

The entire way back, her body had been tense, her senses sharpened, constantly scanning their surroundings. Carrying an injured person while remaining battle-ready had left her on edge, but now, at last, her muscles began to relax.

She reached for the door to her room.

The hinges creaked as she turned the knob and stepped inside.

Gently, she laid Aderton down on the bed before leaving again, returning moments later with an assortment of supplies—a basin of clean water, dry cloths, and a medical kit.

She slid the kit toward him.

“This is yours, right?”

“Yes.”

“Thought so. I figured you came up the mountain for herbs.”

“No. I came because I wanted to repay you.”

“Again with that? Just focus on treating yourself already.”

Sascha waved him off in exasperation, growing tired of his parroted response.

Aderton soaked a cloth in water and began wiping the dried blood from his wound. As the crusted layers washed away, the true state of the injury was revealed—while the outer edges had started to scab over, deeper inside, fresh blood still seeped through.

Once the worst of the blood was cleaned off, he rummaged through his kit, selecting a few medicinal herbs and asking Sascha to brew them.

When she returned with the herbal decoction, he soaked a fresh cloth in the medicine and pressed it against the wound.

He had endured the pain well so far, but as the treatment began in earnest, his lips tightened.

The sharp sting made his knee jerk slightly, his hands gripping the sheets.

After ensuring the wound was thoroughly treated, Aderton reached into the kit again, this time pulling out a needle. He carefully disinfected it with the herbal solution before threading it with silk.

“You’re going to stitch it up?”

“No choice. If I leave it like this, it’ll keep reopening.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“There is one thing…”

“What is it?”

“If you kissed me, I might forget the pain for a while.”

Aderton shot her a playful wink, his lips curving ever so slightly.

Sascha instinctively raised her hand to smack his back—only to freeze, remembering he was still a patient.

“You mean you would feel less pain.”

“Haha. Still, it wasn’t entirely a joke.”

Despite his teasing, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.

Sascha pressed the back of her hand to his neck. His fever was running high.

The wound must have hurt more than he let on.

She sighed quietly to herself.

Seeing that she was giving him attention, Aderton tapped his lips again, urging her.

Instead of scolding him, Sascha simply observed him in silence.

She had always thought him pretty, but upon closer inspection, his features held a surprising intensity.

Thick brows framed sharp, deep-set eyes, giving his face a strong, commanding presence.

Like a masterpiece sculpted with painstaking precision, his face was all sharp lines and perfect symmetry.

‘He’s… really handsome.’

Sascha wasn’t the type to judge people based on appearance.

In fact, looks had always been one of the last things she considered when assessing someone.

But Aderton was different.

He was handsome to a degree that could make someone weak-willed.

Annoyed at her own thoughts, she reached out—

And cupped his jaw.

Chuu.

Aderton’s hands instinctively cupped his cheek where he had felt the sudden touch.

His breath hitched, and his wide eyes locked onto Sascha’s face.

For a moment, he had even forgotten to breathe.

It seemed he had spoken his request without truly expecting it to happen—and now he was stunned that it actually had.

“Sascha?”

“Just focus on recovering.”

“Then… if I get better, will you kiss my lips next?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Even as she scolded him, Aderton’s smile stretched from ear to ear.

He rummaged through the drawer, retrieving a small herbal root.

Recognizing the plant, Sascha grimaced.

It was a potent analgesic often used as a painkiller or mild anesthetic—effective, but notoriously bitter.

Aderton chewed and swallowed the root, waiting for it to take effect. Once enough time had passed, he wiped his needle clean with a dry cloth and pressed its sharp tip into his torn flesh.

The dried root was far from a perfect sedative.

It dulled the pain, but not nearly enough.

His hands trembled slightly, but he pushed through the agony, eyes squeezing shut.

Despite the sheer pain of piercing his own flesh, he didn’t let out a single scream.

When the final stitch was tied, Sascha took a damp cloth and wiped his forehead before easing him onto his back.

“Good work.”

Aderton’s gaze flickered to the bloodstained sheets beneath him, and he sighed in apology.

“I’m sorry.”

“Enough. Just focus on healing.”

Now that the wound was closed, Sascha pulled out a fresh set of bedding.

She tossed the bloodied blankets into the laundry basket and replaced them with clean, dry ones.

For clothing, she handed him the largest pajama shirt and a pair of loose trousers.

But even then, they didn’t fit quite right—he had to undo a few buttons and loosen the sides to make it comfortable.

Once he was changed, Sascha rose from her seat.

She had intended to leave, giving him space to rest.

“Get some sleep.”

“Where are you going?”

She had barely taken a step when Aderton’s voice stopped her.

She turned back to find him sitting up, leaning against the headboard.

His golden eyes were alert, not a trace of drowsiness in them.

“This is your room, isn’t it?”

“I’ll sleep on the sofa in the living room.”

“Don’t. I may be injured, but I’m not so shameless as to steal your bed.”

“The patient comes first.”

“If I sleep with my right leg stretched out, there’s enough space for both of us.”

“It’s fine.”

Her tone was soft but firm.

Aderton pouted slightly, his fingers twitching against the blanket as his eyes flickered with thought.

Then, after a brief hesitation, he murmured—

“…Then, would you stay here with me? Just for tonight?”

“Aderton.”

“Honestly, I’m a little scared.”

His voice was quieter this time.

“I’ve only read about creatures like that in books. I’ve never actually seen them before. What if another one shows up?”

Sitting with his knees drawn up, he clutched the blanket close, burying everything but his eyes beneath the covers.

With his sharp features softened by the lamplight and his golden eyes peeking out over the fabric, he looked less like a grown man and more like a small animal startled by a thunderstorm.

Sascha nearly laughed at the sight.

The beastly raptors were nothing special—not by her standards, anyway.

But to an ordinary person, they were terrifying monsters.

Had things gone differently—had she not arrived in time—Aderton could have been in real danger.

His reaction was normal.

Sascha gave him a small nod.

“Alright. Wait here.”

She stepped out of the room and into the kitchen.

Gripping the back of a chair, she felt the rough, uneven texture beneath her fingertips.

‘It’s been a while since I stayed up all night.’

But the solution was simple.

Fear wasn’t just about physical threats—it was about feeling alone.

So all she had to do was make sure he didn’t feel alone.

She had endured weeks on the battlefield without sleep before.

One night was nothing.

Satisfied with her decision, Sascha gave a small nod to herself.

“I can’t listen to this anymore.”

Sascha finally had enough.

She shot up from her seat, irritation simmering beneath her skin.

Leaving felt like admitting defeat, like tucking her tail between her legs and running.

But if she stayed any longer, she knew she would get dragged into his pace again.

Better to walk away now.

However—

“Ugh!”

A strangled noise made her stop just as she reached the door.

She glanced back.

Aderton had doubled over on the bed, gripping his injured leg.

His expression was tight with pain, his breathing ragged.

Blood had begun to seep through the bandages.

“Damn it.”

Sascha cursed under her breath as she rushed back to his side.

Had he tried to follow her? Misstepped and reopened the wound?

Frustration twisted in her gut.

She had let her temper get the better of her. Now the situation was worse.

Did she need to rewrap the bandages? Apply more medicine?

Before she could decide, she felt a sudden pull—

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, locking her in place.

“Got you.”

Aderton’s voice was a smooth whisper against her ear, laced with amusement.

His golden eyes gleamed with something almost mischievous.

“You—!”

The moment she realized she’d been tricked, her face twisted in anger.

He had faked his distress.

He had used her concern against her.

“You conniving little—let go!”

She struggled, but he had laced his fingers together behind her back, making escape impossible.

“Mmm…” He nuzzled against her shoulder, voice deliberately coaxing. “I’m sorry…”

The way he drawled out the apology—soft, coaxing, dripping with false innocence—made her pause.

His expression was unfairly beautiful.

The way he tilted his head, the way his lips parted slightly—he looked almost childish in his plea.

But the way his body pressed against her?

Not childish at all.

Sascha snapped back to her senses.

“Let. Go.”

“But, Sascha…”

His breath fanned against her neck, warm and teasing.

“I can smell it, you know.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“What?”

His nose brushed against her skin, inhaling deeply.

“I’m sensitive to scent.”

His voice dipped lower, a murmur just above a purr.

“And I can tell just how much you want this.”

Heat shot up Sascha’s spine.

Her face burned.

“Liar!”

She threw an elbow toward his ribs, but her strength wavered at the last second.

Aderton didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he leaned in and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss against the side of her neck.

One arm remained around her waist, while the other—

Slid lower.

Sascha’s breath hitched.

“A—!”

Her reaction only seemed to encourage him.

She should have pushed him away.

She wanted to push him away.

But instead—

Her hands curled against his chest, gripping his shirt.

“Mm… Sascha,” he murmured.

The way he said her name—low, indulgent, knowing—sent a traitorous shudder through her body.

“L-let go,” she whispered, but it came out weaker than intended.

He only chuckled.

“You say that, but…”

He raised his hand.

Even in the dim light, it was impossible to miss.

The proof of her betrayal against herself.

Slick, glistening liquid coated his fingers.

“You’re so honest here.”

Sascha’s breath caught.

She turned sharply away, refusing to meet his gaze.

Behind her, Aderton’s voice curled around her like silk.

“…Liar.”

“Hah… Sascha, you don’t really dislike this, do you?”

His lips captured hers before she could answer, coaxing a response with slow, deliberate movements.

His tongue curled against hers, melting into the kiss.

Sascha swallowed, her breath unsteady.

She knew she should push him away.

But—

She couldn’t deny it anymore.

The way he said her name, the raw hunger in his voice—

It stirred something deep inside her.

No one had ever pursued her this boldly.

And if she had never known this pleasure, she might have resisted more easily.

But she had tasted it.

And her body remembered.

Still—

Pleasure meant nothing in the face of responsibility.

Sascha placed a steady hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back.

“You’re still injured. The village might not even have a proper doctor or healer. I can’t risk making things worse.”

The high-ranking priests rarely left their temples, so there were no clerics in the mountain settlements.

Healers, on the other hand, were usually mercenaries who had contracted with magical beasts, constantly traveling from place to place.

If luck wasn’t on their side, they might not find one in time.

And the only physician in the area had built his clinic far from the mountain, afraid of the dangers lurking within.

“If things go wrong, you could end up losing that leg.”

“Do you have to assume the worst?”

“Aderton.”

“But there are plenty of ways to enjoy this without making my injury worse.”

Before she could react, he shifted her onto his lap.

The sudden movement pressed her against him—against the unmistakable hardness between them.

It pulsed hot against her stomach, brushing against sensitive skin whenever she moved.

Sascha sucked in a breath, biting back the involuntary sound that threatened to escape.

“You just have to do the work yourself,” he murmured.

But unlike Aderton, Sascha was a swordswoman through and through.

Her mind was disciplined, her focus unwavering—when she set rules, she followed them.

And this?

This went against everything in her nature.

“Do I look like the type to do something so ridiculous?”

“You say that, but it’s hardly unusual. Sitting in my lap, riding me—it’s a perfectly normal position.”

His large hands squeezed at her waist, fingers brushing over firm muscle.

Sascha stiffened, but Aderton only smirked.

“Or,” he mused, “you could just sit on my face.”

She blinked.

“…What?”

Sascha tilted her head, confused.

Aderton merely grinned and stuck out his tongue.

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Her face turned crimson.

“Are you insane?”

“This is normal, you know.”

He shrugged, lifting both hands in a gesture of innocence.

His sheer audacity only made her more flustered.

Was she really the only one unaware of this?

Had she become that out of touch, living in the mountains alone?

She had always worried she was growing disconnected from the rest of the world, but…

If everyone did this—

Then was there really any reason to hold back?

Self-restraint lost to selfish desire.

With a slow breath, Sascha let her hands rest on his shoulders.

Aderton brightened at her response, pressing kisses to her cheek like stamping approval on a contract.

What started as chaste pecks deepened as he coaxed her lips apart, slipping his tongue between them.

His arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly.

Then, with his free hand, he slid fabric aside, letting their bodies press together.

The heat against her sent a jolt of hesitation through her spine.

She faltered.

Had it always been this… big?

Maybe time had dulled her memory, because—

The sheer size of what pressed against her now felt even more intimidating than she remembered.

“Go on,” he whispered, his voice laced with patience—and unmistakable want.

His eagerness had melted into something quieter now, coaxing instead of demanding.

Like a child pleading for a sweet treat.

Sascha swallowed.

If he had simply forced her, she could have fought back.

But this?

He was leaving the choice in her hands.

And that was far more terrifying.

What if she did it wrong?

What if she couldn’t take it?

The thought alone made her tense.

Aderton must have noticed because he started moving—

Just barely, just enough to tease.

The slow, deliberate friction sent a sharp tingle through her nerves.

The way he edged closer, lingering just at the entrance, made her breath hitch.

Heat pooled between them, her skin growing slick against his.

Aderton chuckled against her throat.

His hands slid over her waist, stroking slow, soothing circles.

It was almost comforting, like coaxing a nervous animal into trust.

Sascha bit her lip.

Slowly, she began to move.

The pressure made her tense immediately.

Even just taking the tip in felt tight.

Her muscles instinctively clenched, and the sensation made her breath hitch.

The sheer firmness of him sent a warning alarm through her instincts.

Panic flickered.

Sascha pulled back slightly.

“No,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“This isn’t going to work. I—I can just use my hands instead—”

As the opponent tried to change their words, Aderton tightened the grip on the waist opposite him.

Then he forcefully pulled down. The organ thrusting deep inside was thick enough that the inner wall felt it tightly.

Sascha screamed in pain as her whole body split in two.

“Ah!”

“What? What did you say?”

“You, this… I said I can’t do it.”

“Uh… I didn’t hear you. I’m sorry.”

The cute, charming act didn’t work twice. The waist that was standing straight collapsed, and Sascha leaned against the wide chest. She wanted to grab the man’s hair and shake it, but she didn’t even have the strength to lift her arms. Fortunately, there was no blood, but she was stuck in the tightly packed vagina and couldn’t move.

When Sascha couldn’t move, Aderton brought his hand down. He rubbed the area around her clitoris with his thumb, and then gently rubbed it, causing her stiff vagina to twitch and react. As the inner wall, which had been tightly constricting, loosened, Aderton brought his other hand to Sascha’s chest.

He fondled her large breasts, which his palm couldn’t fully cover, and pinched her nipples with his fingers. He sucked on the stiff nipples, which were erect due to tension, and licked her breast with his soft tongue. As he did this and rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, a faint moan escaped from between Sascha’s lips.

“Uh… yeah….”

As the muscles, which had been stiff from pain, began to relax, Aderton smiled with satisfaction. The inner walls wrapping around the man’s thing resembled quivering lips. As I slowly lifted my waist, Sascha’s body became disheveled. Her head tilted back and her chest swayed greatly. Truly, it was a volume that did not match her slender waist. Perhaps feeling thirsty, Aderton buried his face between her breasts again.

Unlike the firm flesh, the chest was incredibly soft. When pressure was applied, red handprints appeared and then faded. He took a handful of the soft flesh into his mouth and sucked on it. Adderton, who was aroused by the faint scent, couldn’t hold back and left sharp bite marks. If it were up to him, he would have wanted to inflict wounds and lick the blood. It would have been nice if he could completely devour it, from the tips of his toes to every single hair, and possess it entirely as his own. Adderton barely suppressed his boiling desire.

Yeah, it was still too soon, and there was plenty of time anyway.

Aderton was confident he could make his partner surrender. He knew exactly what positions they liked, how to suck them in just right until they lowered their head and bit their lips, how deep to push in to make their waist tremble and body shudder.

Corrupting a female with pleasure was both a male’s pride and instinct, after all.

As Aderton bit her chest and licked up her nipple, the wet, slick walls inside her twitched, tightening around his cock.

But the lingering pain kept Sascha from daring to move. Instead, she cautiously squeezed and released, testing the reaction. Aderton let out a low groan, his shaft twitching inside her with each subtle motion.

Could she make him finish without moving at all? Sascha racked her brain, trying to find a way to end this with as little effort as possible.

As she subtly squirmed without changing positions, scratching at his nerves just enough, Aderton caught on to the sly little trick filling her mind. He smirked—a condescending smile, as if he were towering over her, amused by her futile schemes.

“If you’re struggling, I’ll help you.”

Help with what? Before Sascha could even ask, his large hands wrapped around her waist. Then, without warning, he lifted her up and slammed her back down in one swift motion.

Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her chest expanding sharply before freezing in place.

Even as he watched her chest rise and fall in uneven gasps, Aderton showed no mercy. His already swollen cock thrust back into the tight heat, forcing its way deep inside her once more. Before the pain could even fade, he drove into her relentlessly, making Sascha cry out in a sharp, choked scream.

“Ah—! Ahng, a—ah!”

His penis, already thick and long, pushed even deeper due to their position—far deeper than before. The sensation of him slamming into her without end was overwhelming, almost terrifying.

Sascha dug her nails into Aderton’s forearm, her grip tightening as the sharp tips pressed into his skin. Crescent-shaped marks overlapped, carving into his flesh, but he showed no signs of stopping.

“Ugh… S-stop… Hhngh…!”

Aderton let out a breathy chuckle. “At this rate, you’re going to snap my cock right off.”

“Ahh—! Ngh… Hhngh…!”

“Devouring someone like this… You’re no beast, but you might as well be.”

His laughter was low and unhurried as he steadied his grip on her trembling waist. Sascha clung to his shoulders, groaning in pain, but he paid no heed. His penis tore through her relentlessly, stretching her deeper and deeper, as if testing the limits of her body.

Would she split apart like this? The thought alone sent a wave of fear crashing over her.

However, as the relentless movement continued, a different sensation began to bloom inside her.

Sascha gripped his shoulders tightly, shaking her head in defiance, but her lower body told a different story. Wetness seeped out, slickening their connection, growing stickier with each thrust. The more Aderton rocked into her, the more she felt the rising heat pooling deep inside.

“Ahh… Ha… Hnnngh…”

Lost in the feverish warmth, Sascha’s moans gradually took on a sweeter, more pleading tone.

Noticing the change, Aderton abruptly stopped moving. His thick tip lingered right at the edge, teasingly poised at her entrance without pushing back in.

“Mm…? Hnn…?”

She wanted him to push deeper, to scratch at that spot with more force, but his teasing movements weren’t giving her what she needed. Without realizing it, Sascha slowly lowered her hips, guiding herself onto him, taking him in on her own.

Aderton watched her with delight, pleased by the sight of her body instinctively accepting him.

“How would you like me to do it?” he murmured.

“Harder… Deeper, all the way inside,” she pleaded breathlessly.

“More than this?”

“Mhm… Mm, yes… Yes…”

Her mind was slipping away, erased by the pleasure controlling her from within. No matter what he asked, she only nodded, lost in the haze.

“That makes me happy,” Aderton chuckled. “To know you want my cock this badly.”

Aderton whispered against her ear, his breath warm, before biting down on her earlobe. The sharp sting made Sascha cry out, but in her current state, even the pain felt intoxicating.

His strong hands trailed down from her waist, gripping her ass firmly. Without hesitation, he slammed his cock into her, driving it into the deepest part of her core.

“Ah—!”

The scream that tore from her lips wasn’t just from pain—it was laced with pleasure, raw and uncontrollable.

Sascha clung to his shoulders, wrapping her arms around him as she buried her face against his collarbone, surrendering to the sensation.

As their position stabilized, Aderton bucked his hips upward with urgent force. Each thrust sent wet, obscene sounds echoing between their bodies, the slick friction growing louder with every movement.

Sascha clung to him, helpless against the relentless rhythm, her moans spilling freely as he drove into her without pause. Every time her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, Aderton let out a deep, guttural growl—a sound more primal than human.

His swollen cock pounded into her, stretching and dragging against every sensitive inch inside her. Sascha gasped, her breath quick and shallow as she tightened her arms around his neck.

“Ahh… Haa, ahh!”

The moment she reached her peak, her insides clamped down hard, pulsing desperately around him. But Aderton didn’t stop. He forced his thick cock in again and again, grinding into her overstimulated walls.

The relentless pounding made her shake her head, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but Aderton didn’t let her. He gripped her tighter, pinning her in place as he shoved himself all the way in, burying his cock deep inside her as he came.

Inside her, Aderton’s cock pulsed as it released thick spurts of heat. But even as he spilled into her, the sheer amount of it made her belly feel tight, as if swelling rather than emptying.

Lifting his hips slightly, he lazily ground himself against her from below before finally raising her up. As he did, white liquid dripped messily from between her legs, pooling onto the sheets. Aderton watched intently, eyes locked on the way her entrance twitched, struggling to keep the thick release inside.

Then, with a firm grip, he caught Sascha’s waist once more.

“Nngh… Ahh—!”

Before she could even recover from the lingering pleasure, he pulled her back down onto him, forcing her to take him in again. His girth stretched her anew, swelling inside her once more, as if he had no intention of stopping.

The overwhelming sensation made Sascha shudder, her body melting into his hold. With her strength drained, she collapsed onto him, her trembling form resting against his chest.

Just before consciousness slipped away, a faint, sharp scent lingered at the edge of her senses—then vanished into the darkness.

After finishing tidying the bed, Aderton quietly gazed down at the sleeping Sascha.

Her skin, exposed after spending countless days and nights roaming the wild, was almost unnaturally clear. Strands of her thick red hair sprawled across the sheets in wild disarray, resembling blood spilled in martyrdom.

Gently, he brushed his fingers through the soft locks, smoothing them away before lowering his lips to her cheek. He placed a quiet kiss just above the scar that ran across her face.

“Sleep well.”

With a whispered goodnight, Aderton turned away, stepping out of the room and into the dimly lit living space.

Settling into a chair, he reached for a small wooden box and retrieved fresh bandages and medicinal herbs. Pressing a few green leaves between his fingers, he crushed them lightly, and a deep red sap seeped out—its color eerily reminiscent of blood.

As the liquid stained his skin, Aderton unwound the bandages wrapped around his leg. When the cloth slipped to the floor, the exposed limb was covered in dark, glistening scales.

With a flick of his fingers, the scales pulsed and then receded, vanishing as though they had never existed. Beneath them, his skin was flawless—completely unscarred, devoid of even the faintest scratch. Only the delicate trace of a thin, thread-like mark around his ankle hinted that something had once been there.

Using his stained fingers, he kneaded the muscles of his leg before methodically rewrapping it with fresh bandages. By the time he finished, the new wrappings were dyed a deep red, as if concealing a wound.

After rinsing his hands lightly in the kitchen, Aderton returned to the bedroom. His steps were smooth and effortless, with no trace of a limp as he slipped back inside.

TL/N: to be honest I dont like this novel at all. Im thinking of dropping it after some time lmk if u gys want me to keep updating