The Forgotten Field - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183
In the meantime, she was sinking back into the depths of sleep.
I felt my impatience rising as I lowered her onto the bed, brushing away the tangled hair from her forehead. Her thin eyelids trembled slightly, revealing unfocused eyes.
“…Did you bring me to your bedroom?”
Aria, looking bewildered, slowly pushed herself up as she surveyed the room where candlelight flickered.
I pressed her back down onto the cool sheets. Then, following an impulse I had suppressed ever since finding her at the Spring, I thrust my tongue into her warm, moist mouth.
Startled by my rough and desperate invasion, she initially stiffened her neck, but soon wrapped her arms around my back. Feeling the delicate touch send shivers down my spine, I greedily traced the soft flesh inside her mouth.
Her sweet moans flowed from her throat, dampening the inside of my mouth. I gripped her small chin and pushed my tongue deeper.
When I scraped the sensitive spot on her palate, her head tilted back. I wrapped one hand around her fragile neck and rubbed the throbbing vein with my thumb.
The irregular trembling transmitted through my palm only made my body burn hotter.
“Barcas…. I can’t breathe.”
Talia, reaching her limit, struck my shoulder with her fist.
I barely lifted my head, my gaze lingering on her swollen lips before shifting to her eyes, where candlelight danced. Her blue eyes, gleaming clearly even in the darkness, glistened with moisture.
For a moment, it felt as though a cold blade had pierced through my chest. I had once attributed such a reaction to hostility. But now I had come to understand, at least partially, the true nature of the intense sensation this woman stirred within me.
I leaned my upper body over hers and brought my wet lips to her flushed cheeks.
After softly caressing her cheek, I gently bit her small earlobe, and her delicate shoulders trembled.
“Don’t… do that. It feels strange.”
“How does it feel strange?”
As I soothingly traced her narrow back and repeatedly kissed her thin eyelids, she suddenly pulled my neck toward her with force. Then she lifted her head and bit my earlobe. In that instant, a lightning-like thrill pierced the back of my head.
I clenched my teeth to avoid moaning shamelessly and bowed my head low.
She chewed on my ear as if playing a mischievous prank, then blew her hot breath against my eardrum.
“It feels pretty strange, doesn’t it?”
Then she giggled softly.
I held my breath, my entire body tense, before lifting my head to glare at her. Then I seized her head and swallowed her smugly smiling lips. Soon the wet sound of mucous membranes brushing together echoed.
Like a man suffering from terrible thirst, I persistently explored every corner of her mouth. I bound her soft tongue and sucked greedily, then licked the moist membrane inside her cheek, and she, moaning as if in agony, ran her fingers wildly through my hair.
Enjoying her urgent touch, I grabbed the upper garment that clung frustratingly to my body and tore it away. Cool night air touched my heated skin, but the blazing heat showed no sign of subsiding.
I stripped off my shirt, tossing it beneath the bed, then climbed over her and pulled her soft, slender body close. Kissing her delicate jaw, I traced each vertebra of her spine through her thin nightgown.
I wanted to remove her clothes as well, but if I went that far, I knew I would not be able to restrain myself.
I traced the sensitive area of her neck with my wet lips and gently bit her prominent collarbone. Talia, trembling, pulled my head down into the valley between her breasts.
I closed my eyes tightly. Never in my life had I experienced such exquisite torture.
“Talia.”
I breathed in deeply the sweet fragrance emanating from her skin and wrapped my arms around her slender waist.
My skin was now drenched in sweat. The man pushed to his limit seemed ready to explode violently at any moment. My remaining shred of reason warned me to pull away, but I could not bring myself to leave her.
“Kiss me more.”
As I struggled to calm my excitement, she made the request in a breathless voice.
My internal conflict lasted only a moment before I obeyed her command. I tilted my head back and repeatedly thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and withdrew, creating a sticky friction sound as if our bodies were merging.
I tried not to press my heated body against hers while exploring every corner of her moist membranes.
How long did this continue? After being persistently stimulated in the sensitive areas of her mouth, Talia suddenly went rigid, her limbs going limp.
I breathed heavily as I looked down at her. Her unfocused eyes drifted aimlessly through the void.
My gaze slid from her dazed face to her flushed neck, her sweat-dampened collarbone, and her rapidly heaving chest.
The sensation of being pierced by a blade grew sharper. I struggled to shake off that stinging awareness, and with trembling hands, I brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her nape.
Talia, her breathing still ragged, fixed me with a questioning gaze.
“Why…?”
She was asking why I hadn’t seen it through to the end.
I evaded the question and drew the blanket up over her body.
“You appear quite exhausted. You should rest now.”
“…It’s the medicine. It will pass soon enough.”
With that, she wrapped her arms around my back, her fingertips tracing the defined muscles beneath.
I gently withdrew her hand and brought it to my lips. As I kissed each knuckle, now flushed with color, the woman who had worn a dissatisfied expression moments before lowered her eyes shyly. I peppered kisses across her reddened cheeks and drew her languid form close to my chest.
Sliding one arm beneath her head, I carefully smoothed her disheveled hair, and soon her breathing fell into an even rhythm.
Barcas gazed down at her peaceful face, illuminated by candlelight, for a long while. Though something deep within me still felt brutally torn open, strangely, my chest was filled with a profound fullness. It was as though I had drunk potent spirits to their limit.
I drew her closer still. Her soft thighs, wrapped in thin fabric, pressed between my legs. Every point where our bodies touched burned as though aflame, yet I felt no desire to pull away.
I buried my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent without restraint.
Was this what it felt like to submerge oneself in a marsh filled with belladonna extract?
The heat constricting my lower body persisted, yet the warmth filling my embrace gradually made my mind grow drowsy. Holding her securely in both arms, I slowly sank into the depths of sleep.
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I was walking across the Desolate Land.
Before long, an Altar constructed from human skulls appeared before my eyes.
Lifting my gaze, I saw countless headless corpses hanging limply. Blood pouring from severed necks drenched the earth and flowed like a river.
“This is the sin flowing through your blood.”
When I turned at the grip on my shoulder, I beheld my Father’s face, rigid and pale as wax.
His hollow eye sockets blazed a sickly red as he spoke again and again.
“Our people must atone. Through loyalty to the Empire, we must pay the price for the slaughter our ancestors committed.”
I wrenched his hand away violently.
The man’s hand transformed into chains that wound tightly around my body. I tried to break free, but the chains, cold as ice and heavy, only constricted more densely.
“Why do you resist?”
Then a gentle voice echoed forth.
I lifted my gaze and my eyes widened upon discovering Bernadette, smiling kindly.
The hands that had dragged me from the grave now cradled my frozen cheeks.
“Was life not meaningless to you? If your existence were merely to live because you are alive… then what does it matter if you devote your life to keeping your promise with me?”
The woman who whispered thus embraced my nape tenderly. Her pale forearms, too, gradually hardened until they became chains as cold as ice, pressing down heavily upon my shoulders.
I soon abandoned all resistance.
Then a river of blood surged over me. A sickly, viscous liquid flowed endlessly into my lungs and airways. I sank deeper into the dark torrent of blood.
At that moment, someone shook my shoulder violently.
Barcas’s eyes snapped open, and I winced as light flooded across my retinas.
After a moment, my vision cleared and a pale face came into focus.
For a brief moment I lay dazed, unable to comprehend the situation, until I noticed her eyes were wet. I bolted upright.
“What is it? Are you unwell…?”
“You weren’t breathing.”
She murmured in a voice trembling with fear. I remained rigid for a moment before exhaling a quiet sigh.

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