AWWEWNR Chapter 22 🔞

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Slightly embarrassed at being told to trust her and stand up straight because it was for healing, Lloyd covered his eyes with one hand as he watched his shaft being semi-forced into hardness by Hanaella’s hand. 

 

Raising her skirt, Hanaella grabs Lloyd’s slightly engorged member, pulls down his underpants with it, and pushes it into her entrance without hesitation. 

 

But because it was her first time, Lloyd’s shaft didn’t slide into her cave as she expected.

 

“Why won’t it go in…? Is it because it’s not fully erect…?”

 

Lloyd was dumbfounded as he looked at Hanaella, who was casually uttering words he couldn’t imagine coming from the mouth of a young woman who had just come of age.

 

‘What did Tharrott use to do when…’ 

 

The only act she knew was the one with Tharrott. 

 

The act of loving him, of accepting him, had made her feel nauseous when she witnessed his and Rosaryn’s subsequent lovemaking. 

 

In her new life, she would not feel that way, as it was her first experience.

 

Holding onto Lloyd’s stubborn member, Hanaella recalled the first time Tharrott had entered her, and as Lloyd began to slip back into unconsciousness, she made him continue to drink the blood from her index finger. 

 

Although Hanaella’s blood had no direct effect on the wound, it did help ease Lloyd’s pain.

 

“You know… I wish you’d just tell me what you’re trying to do.”

 

Lloyd, regaining his senses after drinking the blood, asked, pointing to the hand holding his member. Hanaella turned to him, looking a little nervous.

 

“I’m going to put it in,” said Hanaella.

 

“… Put what?” asked Lloyd.

 

“This.”

 

“Where…?”

 

Hanaella answered, “In between my legs.” 

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

Lloyd thought inwardly, ‘Suddenly? At this time? Why?’

 

A million questions raced through his mind, but the words didn’t come easily. 

 

Hanaella stared at him, frozen in place, and then, as if realizing something, she hastened to explain herself.

 

“It’s Ariel’s secret healing magic. It’s a way to heal non-knights. Through genital union with the wounded, I can transmit healing magic.”

 

“…”

 

After telling the still-dumbfounded Lloyd about the time she had healed the severed arm of the Knights’ next legionnaire, Shia, Hanaella also told him why this magic was Ariel’s secret.

 

“So I would appreciate it if you would keep quiet about the healing I did for His Highness the Crown Prince.”

 

“…But this…is not good for you, is it?”

 

“Yes, it is. That’s why I’m asking you to keep quiet, isn’t it?”

 

“No, I’m not talking about Ariel’s secrets. I mean the treatment.”

 

Lloyd said as he watched Hanaella’s hand, which was still holding his shaft, and Hanaella looked at Lloyd’s throbbing member in her hand.

 

“A maiden who hasn’t even been married yet, grabbing a stranger’s manhood in her hand, have you no shame?”

 

“Ah—”

 

“Not ah— no matter how much I want to have it… Isn’t this your first time accepting a man in the first place, no, not even if the first time…”

 

“It is the first time.”

 

In this life, of course. Even in the past, she’d never shared a body with anyone but Tharrott.

 

“Then how can you be so casual about it?”

 

At Lloyd’s question, Hanaella’s eyes widened slightly, for she herself had no qualms about grabbing a stranger’s genitals. 

 

She was surprised at how calm and collected she felt now, when she had been so scared, embarrassed, and all sorts of other emotions when she first accepted Tharrott.

 

But in an instant, as the last words of the time she’d read flashed through her mind, she realized why.

 

「Master of the Dark Magic. The path of the healer shall be open to you if you will, and the aura of the dark arts shall light your way so that you will not hesitate a moment.」

 

From the moment she had decided to heal Lord Shia in the Knights… no, from the moment she had been born with black magic, she had been prepared for this to come naturally to her.

 

‘Yes. Which is why there was no hesitation when I kissed Lord Shia.’ 

 

The act with Tharrott had been an act of affection, but now that it was merely to heal a wound, she felt no unnecessary emotion. 

 

Suddenly realizing why she had become indifferent to the conventional notions of decorum, Hanaella stared at Lloyd with an expression that was different from her nervous self.

 

“…Because His Highness the Crown Prince is injured…?”

 

Lloyd let out a short sigh, as if he couldn’t help it, since Hanaella had said that the wound on his back would heal cleanly with the transfer of healing magic through their bodies. 

 

There was a hint of sweet nervousness in the sigh, but Hanaella didn’t notice.

 

Lloyd grabbed her hand that was clutching his member and gently pulled it away, telling her to lift herself slightly. 

 

When Hanaella lifted her waist a little, Lloyd slid his hand down her underwear and gently rubbed the entrance with his index finger. 

 

It wasn’t anything that would kill him, but he paused for a moment as he felt a sharp pain where the arrow had struck. 

 

But the pain didn’t matter as his fingers found her soft folds.

 

As his fingers slowly dug into her nether lips, Hanaella flinched. 

 

Holding on for dear life, Lloyd stopped his finger and asked her, “If you still don’t like it, we can stop. We’ll go back to the base, and I’ll call for Tran, my escort, quietly and without people noticing…”

 

“No, that’s not possible. You’ve just been drinking my blood, and you feel fine, but you’re in a state where you could die at any moment, and it wouldn’t matter.”

 

“…That’s poignant.”

 

“It is, and if you’re just worried about what happens after our union, rest assured. I’m not the kind of girl who’s going to grab you by the collar and squirm just because you’re taking my first, and I’d rather keep the matter quiet on my end.”

 

“…”

 

“So, speaking of which, would you mind helping me put it in quickly?”

 

“…You are a very strange woman indeed.”

 

Lloyd said as he moved his index finger again and rubbed the entrance to Hanaella’s opening. 

 

Bracing herself with both arms, Hanaella tried hard to suppress a spontaneous flinch. 

 

But when Lloyd’s index finger slipped inside without warning, she buried her face in his shoulder and let out a short moan.

 

“Hmph—!”

 

Lloyd murmured in a whisper as he stroked her hair affectionately.

 

“I’ll be as gentle as I can…”

 

Hanaella squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Lloyd’s fingers gently stirring inside her. 

 

She remembered the stages of caressing that preceded the act of penetration. Tharrott was a man skilled at the act, and he’d made sure her first time hadn’t hurt too much. 

 

So similar, yet so different. 

 

This was so far cry from Tharrott’s seemingly conquering behavior.

 

‘No wonder. Tharrott had to leave the woman he loved, embrace the wife he didn’t love, and whisper false love to her.’ 

 

Hanaella gritted her teeth as she thought of the sleeping arrangement with Tharrott.

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

Lloyd asked her, his voice faintly trembling, though the pain in his back made it less than comfortable to move. 

 

The pleasure of her bottom was already more important than the pain in his back.

 

Lloyd skillfully increased the number of fingers he slipped in and out of her opening, easing her down.

 

Plop, plop—

 

Hanaella shook her head. She hadn’t yet found the right moment to lift her face from where it was buried in Lloyd’s shoulder. 

 

When she felt Lloyd’s fingers triple inside her, she instinctively pulled her lower body, supported by her knees, downward, and Lloyd, as if he knew what to expect, grabbed her hips with his left hand to prevent her from escaping.

 

“Ugh—”

 

A moan escaped between Hanaella’s lips, as if three fingers were too much for her. 

 

Lloyd began rubbing her nub, which protruded at the mouth of her opening, with his thumb, and then his fingers inside her, scratching all over her inner walls, gauging her reaction.

 

“Ahhh!”

 

A sudden nudge caused Hanaella to raise her head, and Lloyd immediately tugged on the back of her head and pressed their lips together.

 

“Suck—!”

 

The act was completely unexpected. 

 

As Hanaella tried to pull her lips away in surprise, Lloyd tightened his grip on the nape of her neck and slid his tongue between her closed lips.

 

“…!!”

 

Hanaela was quite taken aback by Lloyd’s tongue in her mouth, but his fingers stimulating her below and his hot tongue swirling inside her mouth sent chills down her spine.

 

What I had originally envisioned as a healing act, just keeping our bodies united, had somehow become an act of love. 

 

The problem was, I didn’t hate it. Not Lloyd’s kisses, not his touch as he stimulated my body beneath them.

 

His kisses took my breath away, and I found myself comparing them to the kisses I’d had with Tharrott in the past.

 

 Of course, I’d only kissed Tharrott three times, at most, but I realized he was much better than Tharrott.

 

Just when she was beginning to wonder where Lloyd had learned to kiss so spectacularly, he parted his lips and asked Hanaella with the most gorgeous grin on his face.

 

“Can I?” asked Lloyd.