Under the Oak Tree

Chapter 374 - 135



374 Chapter 135

Feeling the tremor running through him, Maxi slid her fingers down his toned waistline to the loose band of his trousers.

His large member was so stiff that it was nearly ripping through the woolen material. When she gingerly held it in her hand, a strange moan gushed out of him. He gripped her wrist and began thrusting into her palm.

"Maxi..."

Maxi looked up at him. Through the dark, she saw his eyes burning with desire.

Riftan slid an arm over her shoulder to grip her nape, continuing to move rhythmically against her hand as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. It all felt terribly primal.

Her heart began to pound in excitement. Fatigue and fear forgotten, all she wanted in that moment was to make this strong and beautiful knight happy.

She eagerly sucked his tongue as her hand pleasured him over his strained trousers. Cussing, Riftan roughly yanked the garment down.

Knowing what he desired, Maxi promptly sat up. She gripped his hardness with both hands and slowly moved them up and down.

She saw his jaw clench as he threw his head back. Seeing him losing his mind to pleasure sent a fiery thrill through her.

Gently circling her thumb over the wet tip of his member, she kissed the vein bulging from his neck. She heard him grinding his teeth. His hand clamped onto her nape again. Despite the roughness of the action, she felt no desire to complain.

Riftan hungrily tasted her mouth while his hand slid into her loosely tied trousers. Maxi unwittingly bit his tongue.



His fingers found the throbbing nub hidden beneath her bush, and the slick noises as he began to stroke made her realize how aroused she was. When he slid a finger inside, it was her turn to writhe.

The only thing she could focus on was what his finger was doing. Whenever he delicately rubbed the sensitive places inside, a shot of lightning ran down her spine.

Panting, she began to squirm, and he prompted her to pleasure him again by moving her hand. Lying face to face on the cramped bed, they indulged in each other for some time until, frustrated at the climax that lay just out of reach, Maxi grew impatient.

When she looked up at him beseechingly, she saw that he had also reached his limit. Withdrawing his fingers, Riftan pulled off her trousers and threw them on the floor. He urged her to climb on top of him. Maxi drew a sharp breath as he immediately penetrated her.

"Does it hurt?" he asked anxiously, caressing her tense back.

"N-Nothing. It's just..." Trailing off, she hesitated before finally blurting out, "I-I feel that... I desire you... more than you desire me... a-and that... u-upsets me a little."

She felt him freeze in place. When she peeked at his face, she found her husband looking down at her as though she had uttered something absurd.

Flushing, she pushed his hand off her. She tried to turn away, but he grabbed her waist. He pressed his lower body against her and murmured, "You think I desire you less?"

Maxi swallowed past her dry throat. His member, which had grown hard again, was nudging her lower abdomen.

"I can barely keep my hands off you, so stop trying to provoke me with such absurdities," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

When Maxi nodded, Riftan heaved a sigh.

He shifted slightly so their lower bodies were apart again and said gently as he tucked her in, "You should sleep now. A tougher journey awaits us tomorrow."

"But... i-is it all right... to leave it like that?"

"It will settle on its own. Enough talk and just go to sleep," Riftan said through gritted teeth.

Maxi closed her mouth. Her words seemed to provoke him no matter what she said. With a small sigh, her eyes fluttered shut. Soon, the crackling fire and buffeting winds lulled her to sleep.

The following day, the coalition army split into separate units. It was a necessary move, as they could not afford to send all their forces to save Darund Castle while also racing against time to reach the Lexos Mountains.

The Knights of Phil Aaron and the Wedonian army marched north toward Darund, and the Bolosé Royal Knights, Temple Knights, and the mages of the Tower continued their journey southeast.

Maxi's anxiety grew as she observed the fluttering banners of the Remdragon Knights and the Knights of Phil Aaron. She wondered why the two groups had been chosen to form a unit. Was it not widely known that Richard Breston held deep animosity toward Riftan? It was highly doubtful the man would obediently follow Riftan's orders.

Her gaze shifted nervously to Riftan, who led the army. She struggled to understand why he had made such a decision. Did he intend to keep a close eye on the northerners despite the risk they posed?

She wracked her brain for a reason but eventually gave up to focus on riding. The decision had been made, and all she could do now was trust and follow her commander. Staying close to Elliot, she urged her mare up the snowy hill.

Soon, they came upon a windmill and a cluster of storehouses. The windmill appeared to be damaged, its walls tipping forward. The knights brought their steeds to a halt not far from it

Maxi soon realized why. Scattered on the ground near the structure's crumbling timber frame, alongside the splintered sails, were charred human remains.