Time of the Blind Beast - Chapter 28

Time and again, Ezekiel noticed the distinct outline of Rose’s bones and curves. This made it easy to recognize where his hands wandered and where his tongue traced.

For instance, this was her waist. Narrow enough to fit perfectly within his single hand. And as his touch traveled down to the widened curve of her hips and further below, where her tensed thighs parted slightly…

Ezekiel concentrated on the sensations at his fingertips. Soft, warm, and slick—the touch of damp heat clung to his fingers. Slowly outlining the ridges of her contours, he eased one finger inside, the wet sound of suction following as his index finger was drawn in completely. Unlike the dry and forceful entry from a previous misunderstanding—when he had roughly pried her open in suspicion of her being a spy—this was entirely different.

Her soft insides quivered, gripping him tightly. Rose’s waist jerked upward.

“Ah!”

A place that should have been handled with such care—he had treated so impatiently and roughly that day. Even now, it was so tight and sensitive despite being wet. How much pain must Rose have endured, forcing her dry body to open up in an effort to dispel the accusations of being a spy?

After gauging the depth of her inner walls, he withdrew his finger. Sticky fluid trailed down his knuckles and dripped off. Without hesitation, Ezekiel licked it clean.

Rose gasped in shock.

“What are you doing?!”

“Since I can’t see you, I need to know your taste.”

“Ah, no… stop…!”

This time, he placed his tongue directly at her entrance. Experimentally dipping just the tip of his tongue in, he found even this small action met resistance.

While Rose’s thighs instinctively clenched, Ezekiel firmly held her hips in place, pressing his mouth against her soft folds.

“Wait… wait, ah… ahhh…”

She couldn’t see what he was doing, but suddenly her vision flashed white. From the unfamiliar waves of pleasure crashing over her, her thoughts became an incoherent mess. Each time the alien sensations pierced her, her toes curled and straightened erratically.

Was it supposed to feel like this?

She wouldn’t know. She had no prior experience to compare.

There was no way she could keep up with his pace. While she hesitated and stumbled into this uncharted world, Ezekiel boldly strode ahead with long, confident strides.

Was this instinct or learned behavior?

All Rose had to draw upon were the vague, unreliable rumors exchanged by her dormitory peers:

“It hurts so much. They said it felt like a burning fire down there. You can’t help but wonder why people even do it. I heard you can even bleed if it goes wrong.”

“But I’ve heard it feels amazing after a while… doesn’t it?”

“What’s so amazing about it?”

“Exactly. I can imagine the pain, but I can’t picture what’s supposed to feel good about it.”

If Rose were to hear those words again now, she might be able to answer.

It felt as though her body wasn’t her own. She writhed under the almost unbearable tension rising within her, swelling as if it might overflow but never quite reaching the breaking point.

“Major, ah, Major…”

Ezekiel listened intently to Rose’s breathless cries, savoring every sound. He kissed, licked, and sucked while gently exploring her insides, eliciting gasps and moans with every movement. The calm, composed Rose was nowhere to be seen.

“Rose, aren’t you curious? About how I sense you?”

“What…?”

“You’re soft, warm, and sweet.”

Her body burned as his words sank in.

Ezekiel gently caressed her soft body.

Breaking through her tight entrance and sinking into the supple warmth inside her would be even sweeter, he thought.

He grasped his hardened length and pressed it against her entrance. Sliding back and forth to find the right angle, the sticky sounds grew louder.

Unlike his tongue or fingers, this was entirely different. The swollen girth struggled to breach her tight opening. Rose’s body twitched but refused to yield easily. Ezekiel spread the slick fluid she had produced, pushing gently yet firmly against the tender barrier.

“It hurts, ah, it hurts!”

Startled, Rose pressed her palms against his shoulders, trying to push him away.

She had heard it would hurt, but this was beyond her expectations. Tears welled in her eyes.

“I don’t think I can…”

“You can.”

Ezekiel’s lips parted briefly, his single word silencing her doubts. His desire was unmistakable.

“This is too… too much.”

A burning sensation spread through her lower half. Part of her wanted to see what was happening, to make sure she was okay, but she couldn’t summon the courage to look.

Ezekiel understood the unspoken words Rose couldn’t voice.

“You’ll thank me later.”

Gently, he pressed against her quivering entrance, slowly widening the tight passage. Guiding her legs around his waist, he carefully but steadily advanced deeper.

“Ah, ahhh…!”

Rose’s chest heaved. The growing pressure as her body stretched to accommodate him was an entirely new sensation.

“This… is this okay?”

“…It’s fine. Breathe.”

Ezekiel’s voice was low, strained. It wasn’t easy for him, either, but he reassured her with steady movements.

Rose couldn’t bring herself to look, and Ezekiel’s blind eyes could only rely on touch. Both were wholly dependent on the sensations between them.

It was a strange kind of pain. It hurt, yes, but it wasn’t just pain. There was an underlying intensity, a primal awareness that made her ache in a different way.

The damp sound of her labored breathing was an undeniable stimulus for Ezekiel. If she had only been in pain, he might have stopped. But the way she clung to him, as if trying to accept him fully despite the discomfort, stoked his desire.

He stroked himself briefly, calming the fiery need within before slowly easing inside her, inch by inch, with deliberate patience.

“…Ah!”

The bulbous head breached her entrance, and the rest of him followed, filling her completely.

Rose drew in a shallow breath and held it, frozen. The sensation was utterly strange—a surge of fullness that was difficult to describe, as her body was completely filled.

Ezekiel remained still for a moment. Her inner warmth was astonishing, as though all the heat she carried had pooled there.

Her temperature seeped into him, heating him from within.

Ezekiel succumbed helplessly to the irresistible pull. He withdrew his length halfway before pushing back in. The moisture she released eased the way. After three, four, five gentle thrusts, the tension gripping Rose’s body began to relax.

His pace quickened.

“Ahhh!”

“See? I told you it would be fine.”

It felt as though something impossible was being forced to happen, but there was no time to question or ponder further.

Each time the long length slid out and then pushed back in, new sensory points she had never known existed clamored within her. She was astonished to discover such intense pleasure hidden inside herself. How had she lived her life completely unaware of this? Rose found herself marveling at her own body.

Could anything feel better than this?

No sooner had she thought that than an even deeper wave of sensation struck her insides.

The man’s warm breath poured down over her face. Rose squeezed her eyes shut and surrendered her entire body to the relentless rhythm.

So this is what it’s like.

She felt as though she could finally understand why no one could adequately explain this. If someone were to ask her what the union of a man and a woman was like, Rose realized she wouldn’t be able to describe it either.

It was simply good.

Too good.

Infinitely good.

So good that it felt questionable, as though it shouldn’t be allowed to feel this way.

If there were a seventh sense beyond the five physical senses and the intuitive sixth, something that overwhelmed them all, it must surely be this.

“Ha… this…”

Ezekiel groaned.

He thought he might finally understand why men would go wild with lust when gathered together. Just the ecstasy of Rose’s insides tightly gripping and clinging to his length was enough to drive someone insane.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

Mad bastards. Doing this without regard for time, place, or person, thrusting into just anyone.

The battlefield, where life and death were starkly intertwined, was also a place where humanity’s primal desires were laid bare in their rawest form. While Ezekiel had strictly disciplined the soldiers in his own company to prevent them from committing such senseless acts, it was a different story when they joined forces with other allied units to set up camp.

On more than one occasion, he had stepped out after hearing faint cries, only to find men, unafraid of military law, pinning down captive women. Each time, he had beaten them senseless.

Ezekiel pressed his face against Rose’s cheek.

Rose. It’s because it’s you—because I know how you saved me—that I can show you this defenseless side of myself.

The depths of a woman were like an abyss. As he plunged in fully and stimulated her innermost walls, Rose twisted her hips and cried out.

“Ah, it’s too much, I’m scared…”

She was scared.

Every time he thrust into her with such force, she felt as though she was being hurled to some unreachable height. Her mind wandered into an unfathomable haze.

At that moment, Rose understood his desperation—how he had once lost control and begged to be tied up, screaming as he succumbed to the withdrawal from alcohol and drugs.

And yet, she wasn’t under the influence of opium, but this sensation was beyond her ability to control.

Would something go wrong if she continued to feel this way, if she gave in so recklessly?

The fear was overwhelming. She couldn’t let go of the last shred of reason, terrified of losing herself entirely.

It was a sweet chaos. She was deathly afraid of crossing that final line, yet at the same time curious. And at the next moment, she instinctively realized that if she crossed it, there would be no turning back. That realization kept her from surrendering completely.

“Major, please, I don’t know… I don’t know what to do…”

“Let go.”

Ezekiel kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Let go, Rose.”

His whisper lingered warmly in her ear.