TL : Nestaelle
Side story 117
The cubs ran through the hunting grounds. Moving quickly with their small body, chewed on balloon shards, and lunged at dogs. They seemed to misunderstand that the dogs wanted to play with them.
「Hi! What’s your name? I’m Carrie! 」
「My name is Anish! Did you know that my Daddy is a Shinsu Chief?」
「I’m Thillai, your spots are really pretty!」
Woof! Woof! Woof!
The cubs clung to the dog’s neck and began rolling around in excitement. The confused dogs lowered their tails and stiffened like statues, but the cubs did not notice.
The dogs began to flee, which enthralled the cubs even more. They hopped around as they were chasing the fleeing dogs. Those little Shinsu weren’t dangerous since they didn’t draw their claws, but the energy they emitted was enough to make anyone cower. That was the beast’s natural instinct.
But the dogs’ savior arrived shortly.
Aymon stood in the middle of the chaotic hunting grounds, his lower neck trembling as he growled. In the face of an overwhelming threat, the dogs froze like ice stones. Only the ignorant little leopards were still excited.
Aymon approached the Shinsu’ cubs. The cubs were clinging to the terrified dogs and nibbling on them playfully. Aymon shoved them forward with his front paw.
Tiny cotton balls fell to the ground. They rolled on the ground like a fallen chess horse. Aymon slowly picked up three leopard cubs that were curled on the grass with his mouth.
The dogs then dashed off to their owners.
A large beast bit the small beasts and began to smoothly exit the hunting ground. The little beast in its mouth rebelled by swinging their little paws, but it was useless.
The archery contest resumed after the Shinsu disappeared.
After following the trajectory of the arrow flying over the hunting ground, Belinda turned her head. Aymon was seen tossing the three cubs onto Shanti’s hunched body.
The cubs laughed as they rolled on Shanti’s body. Shanti pretended not to know and buried his face in his front legs, but he eventually got up when the cubs hanging on his head pestered him.
Shanti’s shoulders dropped further down.
Halla, next to Belinda, muttered with a chuckle.
“Seems like they’re having fun.”
“I know right.”
Belinda laughed cheerily, half agreeing, half sympathetic.
“Today must be hard for you, right?”
When Belinda asked as she burrowed herself into his arms, Aymon answered nonchalantly.
“Not at all.”
After his answer, he landed a kiss on Belinda’s forehead.
Today was their first night without the children in a long time. After the archery competition, the children played at Shanti’s house and fell asleep there.
“It’s your birthday soon, Aymon.”
“So I’ve been thinking that we…Aymon, can you please listen?”
Belinda twisted her waist and shoved Aymon’s face away from her as he desperately clinging to her.
The kiss that had landed on her forehead trailed down to the back of her neck before she knew it. She could feel the warmth of a big hand fumbling into her clothes.
Aymon’s birthday was just around the corner. Aymon didn’t seem to care much, but she wanted to indulge him as it was her precious husband’s birthday.
“Wait a minute, Aymon.”
It was difficult to talk while Aymon was showering her with kisses without even listening. Aymon’s hands were also slowly pulling down her chemise, which was already halfway removed.
“Listen to me please.”
Belinda held on to her slipping dress with one hand, and slapped Aymon’s shoulder with the other. It was a punishment for a big beast who didn’t listen.
“Yeah. I’m listening.”
Aymon compliantly responded to her plea. Her fluttering chemise had slid down to her waist before she realized it. Her nipple perked up as the cool air touched her skin.
Belinda’s fingers trembled the moment Aymon bent his head and bit it.
Belinda lowered her jaw slightly. Her hands fumbled for his hair in a hurry.
How did he get worse day by day?
Is my husband a snake rather than a leopard? How do you take off my clothes so deftly and cling to me so tenaciously?
The hot breath linger over her sensitive skin. Wet noises could be heard in the dark. The ticklish, feverish sensation in her lower stomach became increasingly hotter each time he sucked her skin.
She let go of her grip on Aymon’s hair. She tried pushing Aymon again, but his body was as hot and firm as a burning coal, and did not budge at all.
The wind pushed the tree branches against the window. When she woke up to the sound and looked down, she discovered Aymon’s hair through her blurry vision.
His messy dark hair glistened in the moonlight. His straight nose sunk into the tender mountain, and his hot lips began to devour its peak. When the wet tongue brushed against her nipple, she let out a strange moan and bit her lips afterwards.
You’re not a real beast, are you? This is so ridiculously unfair. How does this beast become this skilled day by day? He made me moan like that and swept me away easily.
Belinda gathered white light on her fingertips. As the divine power gathered with a crackling sound, Belinda slapped Aymon’s shoulder.
Belinda screamed even though she was the one who hit him. Mainly because Aymon bit her hard in surprise when he was hit.
At Belinda’s scream, Aymon raised his head in hurry.
“Are you okay, Breedee?”
He looked more surprised than the victim herself.
Aymon’s teeth marks were discovered above the chest, which was dimly illuminated by the moonlight. Her white skin made the red scar stand out even more. There was no blood or torn skin, but the redness made it appear painful.
“I’m sorry. I was surprised.”
With a worried expression, Aymon carefully smoothed her scar. Regret filled his eyes as he felt the teeth mark on his fingertips.
“It must be painful.”
Belinda couldn’t respond even though Aymon showed his concern. Because every time his hand trailed gently, a faint mixture of pain and pleasure made her moan.
‘So, why have you been so horny until now?’
She couldn’t even complain. Wasn’t it her who hit Aymon first?
“I’m afraid you’re in pain.”
When she was barely able to squeeze out her voice, Aymon replied weakly. Belinda tried to pull away quietly.
It was painful, but there was a bigger issue at hand. The fact that she kept breathing heavily as he touched her wound with a worried face.
She despised her body for getting turned on at times like this.
He just stroked the teeth mark. He simply caressed the surrounding area and patted it affectionately, but the electrifying sensation ran through her body, possibly because it was her sensitive area.
Perhaps by mistake, his fingertips brushed past her nipple.
“Does it hurt a lot? I’m sorry.”
Belinda swallowed her saliva and turned her head around. Her ears were burning red.
“If you’re sorry, take your hands off.”
Aymon looked at her flushed neck and obediently put his hand down. But he lowered his face this time. Belinda breathed loudly when the wet sensation clung to her flesh again.
Aymon’s hand gently swept down her belly, which had drawn back due to the tension. Even her clumsy reaction was adorable.
He, who was burying his face in her chest, licked the wound with his tongue. His tongue glided over it slowly, but Belinda was getting more anxious rather than relaxed.
The moan she was trying so hard to suppress came out like a whimper.
Belinda finally let go of herself when his lips, which had been scouring her wound, bit her nipple again. She grabbed Aymon’s black hair, which was strewn across her chest. It was difficult to resist the urge that raced through her body if she didn’t hold on to something.
Only heat filled the space where pleasure flew by.
Belinda let out a loud cry. Her eyes were blurred due to the stimulation that poked her insides. The arms clinging to Aymon’s neck were trembling.
Aymon drew her waist in closer. He bound the small body that tried to flee him and poured all of his desire into her. Then he slowly bowed down and gently kissed Belinda’s face that was wet with tears.
“You’re beautiful, Breedee.”
He tasted the salty tears as he licked her warm cheeks. The small body trapped beneath him had no way of pushing him away and could only bite her lips. He kept kissing her because he found her adorable, and an impatient breath swirled between their lips.
After kissing affectionately, he eventually opened her soft lips and pushed his tongue in. The two lips interlocked, just like their connected bodies.
Belinda pushed Aymon’s shoulder weakly.
Instead of pulling himself back, Aymon only parted their lips slightly.
Even now, the warm body that was wrapped around him was unbearably lovely. Again, he felt the urge to ram her and bite her skin roughly. Whenever he was connected with her, his head was overrun by his instinct.
But he couldn’t possibly do that, so Aymon just thrust into her gently. He constantly put so much effort to suppress his violent impulses.