"Mmm~~ Ian, slow down."
"Mmm~~~mmm~~~"
*Pah... Pah... Pah...*
"Mmm~~~mmm~~~"
"Yes... Ian, mmm~~ why are you so... aggressive?"
In a dense, bloody forest, at its heart, two young people were seen entangled with each other.
The tall boy was holding the young girl firmly against the trunk of a tree, while his waist moved in a steady rhythm, slapping against her and eliciting moans of pleasure.
The girl, breathless and flushed, weakly cried for him to stop, yet her voice trembled with contradiction—her own moans betraying her. She couldn't resist the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
From the way they were going at it... It seemed they had been lost in each other for a long time now.
Her back arched slightly every time he pushed into her, mouth parted, panting softly as the wet sounds and rustling leaves filled the air around them.
"Heh... now, you can't control your voice? Why are you shouting?"
Ian smirked, finally seeing Morgana moaning loudly without shame, just like when she had been under the influence of his blood.
Even after he had released her, her favorability had stayed at 90 points. The system hadn't withdrawn his rewards either.
She was no longer controlled... and yet, she was still here—still his.
"Mmm~~~Ian, how can you do this to me?" she whimpered.
It seemed Morgana finally came to her senses after hearing his words; she suddenly lowered her head onto his shoulder and complained in a low, trembling voice.
Yet despite her complaint, neither her legs wrapped around his waist nor the arms locked around his neck loosened.
If anything, they clung tighter.
Her body quivered slightly, and Ian could feel her responding—each subtle movement syncing with his.
Her hips shifted gently, as if seeking out his rhythm, chasing the building waves inside her.
"Mmm... you're so deep..." she whispered almost inaudibly, the heat in her voice making his smirk widen.
"Haha... don't you know who started it? Why are you acting so innocent now?"
Ian laughed, prompting Morgana to lightly beat his chest in protest—only to moan louder when he responded with a powerful thrust.
"Mmm~~ how can you say that... You knew... Mmm~~ I was poisoned."
Morgana didn't want to admit her own actions, so she complained, her voice trembling with pleasure as another wave surged through her, bringing her closer to the edge.
Though it had started as an accident, she felt she had already been claimed by Ian. And now, she didn't mind surrendering to the moment just a little longer.
After all, she did already harbor feelings for him, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Hmm? Why did you stop?"
However, just when she decided to stop caring about complex things and enjoy the moment, she found that Ian had suddenly stopped pounding her.
So, she couldn't help but ask Ian, unconsciously looking at him with her dreamy eyes, feeling extremely uncomfortable. After all, she was quite near her orgasm.
"Hmm? Didn't you just say to stop?"
However, before Morgana realized her slip of the tongue, Ian suddenly smirked and teased her, causing her to go red all over.
She couldn't help but place her head down, acting like an ostrich.
She might have deluded herself earlier that she was being forced by Ian before, and had no choice.
But now, her questioning of why he stopped bared all her thoughts naked.
She suddenly got so shy that she loosened her legs around him, intending to run away from this place.
"Mmm~~~"
However, Ian wasn't someone who would allow his girl to leave midway. He just wanted to tease her and expose her hypocrisy.
After all, he also wouldn't feel comfortable if they stopped their session midway.
So, before Morgana could drop her leg, he suddenly grabbed her thick thighs and began to once again insert his rod in and out of her in a steady rhythm, eliciting moans from her once again.
His other hand suddenly went up and grabbed those big bosoms, caressing and molding them into whatever shape he wanted.
His fingers sank into the soft flesh, kneading them possessively, as if claiming every inch of her body as his own. His thumb brushed over her sensitive peaks, coaxing a sharp gasp from Morgana as her back arched into his touch.
"Mmm... Ian..." she moaned, voice trembling as pleasure shot through her.
Ian leaned closer, his lips finding the side of her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along her flushed skin.
His teeth grazed her collarbone while his fingers rolled her hardened nub between them, drawing out another needy moan from deep in her throat.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, pressed tightly against his hand as he played with her mercilessly, alternating between soft teasing and sudden firm squeezes.
Her mind was blank—drowned in sensation, in the rhythm of his thrusts, and the way his palm dominated her chest with such control.
"Ian... I-I can't..." she whimpered, her voice melting into another moan as her body quivered from the overwhelming pleasure.
Ian was going all out.
Hearing her voice, he only smirked against her skin, never slowing down, as he basically began to pound her restlessly with abandon.
"Did you try to run away just now?"
Ian suddenly whispered into Morgana's ear while lathering her earlobe with his saliva, making her shiver visibly.
"Mmmm~~~ Ian... you bad guy..."
Morgana had already understood that Ian was simply having fun teasing her—playing with her reactions, watching her squirm.
So, she just complained softly and stopped responding to his teasing. Instead, she abandoned all shame and actively began to move her hips, grinding herself on his rod, seeking deeper pleasure with every motion.
She wasn't going to stop midway like before.
This time, she wanted to reach the end—to feel everything he could give her and more.
Her breaths became heavier, and her body pressed tighter against his, chasing the high that built with each thrust, no longer holding back.
"Ahh~~ Ian~~ deeper... mmm~~~"
"Yes... right there... mmm~~ ahhh~~~"
Her moans became louder, messier, blending with Ian's own heavy breathing as the heat between them surged uncontrollably.
With each motion, their bodies grew more frantic, their minds hazy, lost in the moment, lost in each other.
And finally, with a deep, shuddering cry, Morgana reached her peak.
"Ahhhhhh~~~ Ian~~~"
Her entire body trembled in his arms, legs tightening around him, eyes rolling back as the pleasure crashed through her like a wave.
Moments later, Ian followed, holding her tightly against him as he released with a low groan, burying his face into her shoulder.
For a while, nothing was said.
Only the sound of their heavy breaths, the occasional tremble, and the warmth of their bodies pressed together filled the air.
In that quiet, bloody forest, the two youths remained wrapped around each other, drenched in sweat, pleasure, and the scent of their union.
Dissolved completely in their carnal desire, nothing else seemed to matter.
