Mariage et absence - Chapitre 10

Chapitre 10

"Pardon?"

“Open up.”

The woman’s eyes went wide in surprise, and her mouth gaped open as well. The man put his finger inside her open mouth and scratched her tongue.

“I’ll put it in, so lick it.”

"C-C'est…"

While she was blushing and stuttering, he inserted his member into her mouth and it immediately touched her uvula. He took in a sharp breath then whispered.

“Suck it in deeply.”

The woman kneeled down because it was hard to breathe. The man’s member was stuck in her mouth, making her shoulders tremble. Tears welled up around her eyes, but he continued to fulfill his lust by slightly thrusting into her mouth. When she was told to suck deeply, she obediently did so until her cheeks sank in. It was arousing, mais rien de plus que ça.

“Hush now.”

When he looked down with an unsavory expression, the woman touched his t*sticles. He shook his head in denial, not wanting her to touch it. So the woman closed her eyes and whimpered quietly in pain. The hand clasping her hair fell.

”…Your Highness!"

The man wearing a helmet was calling out to him. A soot-stained metal breastplate. Smoke carried by the wind. He tried to match the pieces that were constantly eluding him.

”…Your Highness!"

It was a desperate voice. Knights wielding swords with pitches looked back at him suddenly. À ce moment là, he came into the mouth that was sucking his member, and soon it was filled with his fluids. He looked down at the woman, se sentir gêné. Unfocused green eyes were staring back.

* * * 

Tom came back to the cabin ten days after his last visit. Il était mince, short man with chestnut-colored hair who had a mustache. As he came to the cabin, he exuded the stinking smell of liquor.

"Oh? Tu es réveillé?"

The man who looked like a rotten cabbage looked around. Swan greeted Tom as if she was greeting a father she hadn’t seen for a long time, delighted to meet him again. She asked about the armor, at which Tom scratched the back of his head.

"Bonté, comment cela pourrait-il arriver?"

"Que veux-tu dire…"

After drinking a cup, the man who lost his memories smiled slightly. Swan left the two men in the living room and went to the warehouse to pick up some medicine. Tom looked at Swan’s retreating figure with nervousness. Apparemment, he was afraid of being left along with Atlion.

“I heard you’re keeping my stuff.”

"C-C'est…"

Tom scratched the back of his head again and coughed. Atlion stood up and looked at the man who was trying to sneak back.

Atlion was his name. Il fronça les sourcils. Au cours des dix derniers jours, the only memory he recovered was the name ‘Atlion’.

Arrowheads, the sound of metal clashing, swords and torrents of fire, and a cliff… death everywhere… and the faint image of a fair-skinned face standing before him—and that was all. Would his missing armor uncover more of his memories? What he could remember right now were all too fragmented as they swirled in his mind.

On the day Swan removed his armor from the man’s body and fiddled with some individual pieces of armor, Tom suddenly remembered his gauntlet on her lips.

That night when the man was still unconscious, she went to the warehouse to show him the armor. If she hadn’t led Tom there, he would think it was nothing but a chunk of scorched metal.

Tom recounted the memory of the woman who was on her knees, stroking the surface of the gauntlet. Like grains of white rice, traces of the past that were meaningless and dull flowed, like memories that flooded without increasing volume. If you don’t look back, then the past would be nothing but an empty shell. It was like that piece of mottled iron.

"B-Eh bien, I wouldn’t even know what it looks like if I saw it.”

Tom replied with a puzzled look, but Atlion only stared at him. Swan once went down the valley where she first saw that armor. And that was four days ago.

"Donc?"

“S-So what e-else? Bien sûr, I showed it to someone I know well.”

"..."

Cygne, who went to the village, returned three hours later. Tom’s forehead was full of sweat and his breathing was uneven. He looked like a frightened man being hunted. After drinking a cup of water, il est redevenu normal, but there were still signs of his anxiety.

pendant ce temps, Atlion thought, why doesn’t this woman live in the village? Why does she go there by herself?

“I-I’m telling the truth. I showed it to someone who knows a lot about armors. He’s still probably inspecting it now. Any-anyway it’s not with me right now!

In a hurry to pour out excuses, Tom lowered his eyes. Son visage était pâle. Atlion stared at the man who rapidly became more polite.

“Y-Your memories, you don’t even remember, Je pense que je vais devoir partir secrètement après que j'irai mieux? Droite?"

Tom lifted his gaze with a glimmer behind his eyes. Atlion didn’t respond. He still couldn’t remember anything about his last name or his blood ties—he just knew the name Atlion. It was all blank. Toutefois, he didn’t think that his memories were gone for good.

Because occasionally, some fragments would come back to him. And this was whenever he held Swan.

Oui, it was like that whenever he held her. The same was true when he enjoyed the warmth of her breasts over his member, and when he released a load into her mouth. Depuis, he didn’t avoid Swan.

But it was a little different after Swan went to town. After the time he had bruised her so much after laying in bed with her, he had remembered not just fragments, but full scenes from his memories. Ever since feeling that, he didn’t have any desire to do anything that would make him be overcome by a temporary sensation. Did Swan realize this?

Two days after she went down to the village, the woman climbed under the covers and rubbed her naked body over his chest. The bright pale skin that blushed under the moonlight caught his eye at once. He tried to push her down in an embrace.

He knew that there was no reason to refuse. And why should he restrain himself… when the tender touch of her breasts was on his manhood.

He thrusted into her and came inside her. The memory of her soft chest bouncing as she wrapped them over his member would make his member throb relentlessly. At the point of disarray and exhaustion, the memories would resurface.

Flèches, épées, severed necks, burning oil, and howls of pain. The warzone…

He reached down to wrap his arm around the woman, who snuggled easily into his embrace. Puis, she looked up at him with her head on his chest.

When her face turned bright with redness, it meant that she was expecting him to match his lips with hers. Even if it was considered to be something special. Swan whispered hesitantly every time even though it was of no importance to the man.

”Is it alright i-if you kiss me?"

He didn’t really feel like putting much effort into that. outre, it seemed like he didn’t enjoy the act of kissing very much. He tried to look through his fragmented memories to see if he had been with a woman before meeting Swan, mais rien ne me vient à l'esprit.

Perhaps that was why he didn’t enjoy kissing whenever he held Swan. He wanted to avoid exchanging saliva as much as possible if she wouldn’t ask for it. Mis à part cela, Swan’s lips were pretty, but he found it better to bury his face onto her breasts.

En réalité, he felt that the most attractive part of Swan were her breasts. Her narrow waist and voluminous hips were also satisfying, but Swan herself preferred to match lips. Non, she seemed to think there was something special about it.

Autrement, she wouldn’t be blushing so much.

De toute façon, it didn’t matter because he was reluctant to initiate something that he didn’t enjoy. But he had no reason to refuse the maiden who warmed up the bed at night and kept him up. Alors, Atlion’s lips overlapped with Swan’s whenever she asked for it.

He grazed his tongue over hers and caressed her hair as he kissed her forehead. If this was her preference in bed, then he could give as much as she wanted.

"Vraiment? Ce, y-you don’t remember…”

Atlion looked at Tom. It was pathetic to see him stuttering as he tried to find a way to survive. Why was Swan acquainted with such a pathetic man? Just because she needed to have a connection with the village didn’t mean it had to be this man.

And yet Swan waited for him everyday. Except for Atlion now, she had no one else to talk to.

“I-If anyone recognizes the armor, they’ll know who you are, and then you’ll remember…”

“Does that mean you sold my belongings?"

“What do you mean I sold it! Hum! No matter how you say it, that child just asked me to find a man who might know you. Hum!"

Tom shouted as he tried to mask his trembling. But it was still obvious. The man before him was intimidating even with just a single look. Tom had never met such a man in his more than fifty years of life.

When the amnesiac man was suffering from a fever just recently, he was like a prince under the curse of a witch. Swan must have acted foolishly and angered him. Tom turned his head with a cough.

The man in front of Tom seemed to think that he sold his belongings. Since Tom couldn’t show it right away, it would seem like he had sold it at the black market, mais en fait, the armor was in Tom’s house.