At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 311

The hand that had been gripping her chest slid down over her belly and slipped between her legs. Thick, firm fingers slid easily into her already wet entrance.

Kelvar, who always treated her with affection and love, was no stranger to her bed. His touch was practiced and skilled. His fingers slipped in smoothly, then withdrew to rub her cl*t while still slick with her moisture. 

The calloused tips roughly teased the small, swollen bud soaked in her arousal. The rougher his touch grew, the harsher his breathing became and pressed close as they were, every ragged breath drilled directly into her ear.

Usually, when the stimulation became too intense, she’d instinctively twist away, but cramped as they were in this tight space, she had no choice but to bear his touch and react.

“Ah, haah, ah…!”

“Ah, your voice is so cute… I love that you can’t get away. Jiwoo, hm?”

Squelch, squelch. Wet sounds echoed in the cramped space as his fingers moved. Kelvar bit and licked her ear as he continued.

“Hah, hngh… ah, aah…”

Silevion remained silent. Jiwoo was too dazed to notice, but Kelvar caught the contempt in his expression.

“Since we’re all having such a good time, it’s his loss if he won’t join in… right?”

“Nngh… ah, ah…”

Instead, Jiwoo could feel her own body’s reactions much faster than Kelvar could. Her heart raced like a galloping horse. Her chest rising and falling roughly.

“…”

And that thing pressing against her lower belly. Harder than Kelvar’s openly expressed desire, was throbbing every time she made a sound.

“Cough… ah, sh*t. That’s enough…”

A voice heavy with disgust came from above her head. The cut-off “enough” was directed at Kelvar, not Jiwoo. 

The strong, abundant scent of lilac was intoxicating to Jiwoo, but among the children of Ellandos, overly strong scents could often cause mutual discomfort. 

Kelvar was no exception, especially in seasons when the scent grew stronger, he’d become more sensitive. But right now, even that was just another source of stimulation.

“Jiwoo.”

“Hah.”

A hot, breathy voice whispered against her ear.

“Haah… so hot… mm.”

His fingers were just as hot. They spread her folds and pushed deeper, stimulating even more sensitive spots.

The tight space felt even more suffocating as Kelvar pressed closer, her body squeezed between the two men’s chests.

“Ah, haah, nngh…”

“Here… mm, the inside… it’s soft.”

Her knees went weak, but caught between the two men’s long legs, she couldn’t slump to the ground. Not knowing where to put her hands or arms, she leaned against Silevion and held him.

“Ah, hh…”

“…”

At such close range, Silevion flinched in surprise. His heartbeat, as if about to burst, his throat bobbing as he swallowed dryly, it was enough to show he’d lost his composure. His stiff body didn’t exactly welcome her embrace, nor was he offering himself to spread Akarna’s power.

“What are you doing? Jiwoo’s uncomfortable.”

“You’ve lost your mind. Doing that in a place like this.”

Silevion clearly disapproved of what Kelvar was doing to Jiwoo. By El Ragneil standards, he was more conservative.

“You’re just pretending to think of ways while doing whatever you want.”

“Haa… even if it’s not a solution, as long as Jiwoo feels good, that’s enough.”

“Jiwoo? You’re the one enjoying it more.”

“Yeah?”

His middle finger brushed her cl*t with tapping strokes, scraping into her walls. Curling inside, his fingers struck exactly the right spot.

“Ah!”

As if showing off, Kelvar kissed the back of her neck and continued his ministrations.

“Nngh, ah, ah…”

“Anyway, in this situation, I can’t even put it in. It’s too tight.”

With them pressed so closely together, he couldn’t change positions enough to get himself inside.

So Silevion’s judgment was wrong. Kelvar was moving solely for Jiwoo’s pleasure.

“Right, Jiwoo?”

“Nngh…”

Since he couldn’t use his member, he had to use his fingers like one.

“You like it deeper, Jiwoo… so that’s a shame. But right here.”

“Ah!”

Another finger joined, stroking her walls in an alternating rhythm. After gathering enough slick, he pinched and rubbed her cl*t.

“Ah, hngh, haah.”

Hidden between the folds, the plump bud was pinched and rubbed, creating a wet, lewd sound. And Kelvar’s member, with nowhere to go, rutted against her as if mounting her.

‘Was it always this hard?’

The pressure was almost painful. No wonder, since he couldn’t penetrate, he was moving like a beast mounting its mate. And Jiwoo’s jolting movements transferred directly to Silevion.

“Hoo…”

A different kind of sigh fell over her head. The jolting, her moans, and the conversation with Kelvar, who was speaking a bit too crudely by Silevion’s standards, all of it was more than enough to stir him.