Why the Northern Duke Wanders the Snowfields - Chapter 5

The sun had set and deep night had come, but Kay hadn’t returned.

Growing anxious, Aubrianna paced around inside the cabin.

The soup she’d boiled with spices and dried mushrooms had long since gone cold. The flatbread she’d baked after kneading some dough with grain flour she found in the corner of the kitchen had also cooled and hardened.

“Just where is he, and what’s he doing that he isn’t coming back?”

Worry and unease swelled in her large eyes as she looked out at the violent blizzard beyond the window.

What if the man doesn’t come back like this?

She knew perfectly well that there was no need to worry, but still, you never knew.

‘Should I redo the plan?’

Her small head became tangled with many thoughts.

As the night grew deeper, Aubrianna felt as if she were inside a fantasy rather than reality.

No.

Pulling herself together, Aubrianna looked down at the baby’s cradle placed beside the bed.

The baby, having drunk plenty of milk, was sleeping soundly and wouldn’t wake until morning.

She added a couple more logs to the fireplace and gathered up the embers, putting them into the brazier. Steam rose from the soup as it began to bubble.

The wind blew especially fiercely. Every time the window frame rattled, Aubrianna’s shoulders flinched along with it.

Bang.

Startled by the sudden sound of the door opening, Aubrianna froze.

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“Take it off.”

A growling, metallic voice reverberated deep in his throat. Beneath the thick beard, she could see his solid nape and the bulge of his Adam’s apple.

“….”

Aubrianna glanced at the pile of rabbits the man had thrown onto the floor the moment he came in, then turned her gaze away, only to meet his piercing blue eyes.

As his gaze swept over her small body and then moved toward the baby, Aubrianna’s eyes followed after it.

After confirming the baby was sleeping softly, wrapped warmly in blankets and animal fur, Kay stripped off his cold leather clothes soaked through with snow.

As the flickering campfire crackled and scattered crimson and golden light, a black shadow loomed unusually large behind his back.

“I can’t hold it in anymore.”

What was it that he couldn’t hold in anymore?

Aubrianna watched the lust-filled eyes of the man as if observing him.

For a whole week, he’d constantly complained to her as she lay sick with a cold.

He’d grumbled that the stranger who suddenly intruded into his life ate too much soup, used too much firewood.

When her fever was high and she was gasping, he’d even threatened that he might throw her out at any moment.

This version of Kay, different from her previous life, was interesting.

She hadn’t failed to notice that even while he complained, his eyes followed her every movement.

Their desire for each other wasn’t any different. She too had soaked at the sight of the man’s bare body as he chopped firewood.

The man’s naked chest stepped boldly into her view.

The bare body she’d only stolen glances at was laid out before her eyes like a splendid dish.

As her mouth went dry and her heart began to pound, Aubrianna unconsciously raised her hand and pressed it firmly against her chest.

The wild scent rising from the wet leather and clinging to his skin was seductive.

His blue eyes shone like jewels.

When his gaze tangled with her pale red eyes, his muscular upper body writhed within the red heat of the fire.

“You warm your body with the firewood I’ve chopped, and you fill your stomach with the animals I’ve hunted. The least you can do is this.”

His tone was rough and domineering, as if declaring it to himself, yet there was a trace of something desperate beneath it.

“Yes. Kay.”

Fixing her gaze on the blue eyes glistening with lust directed at her, Aubrianna subtly thrust her chest forward.

Aubrianna’s nipples instinctively stiffened and stood up.

Quick to notice it, Kay shamelessly reached out and pinched them.

The nipples tightened until they hurt, and her flower-red lips parted.

“Mm.”

“Lewd bitch.”

Kay whispered low at her fragile moan filled with heat. At the hazy droplets welling up at the tips of her nipples, his clothes grew damp, and the man’s voice became dry and deep, as if suffering from a vicious thirst.

When he rubbed the tip with his rough fingertips, the sensation was different from when the baby sucked, and her shoulders trembled.

The man teasing the rosy nipples faintly visible beneath the wet cloth brought his fingers to his mouth when they were soaked with milk, closed his eyes, and licked them with his tongue.

“Delicious.”

The man’s whisper urgently brushed against the woman’s seductively parted lips.

His rough beard pricked her delicate skin, and his firm tongue pushed into her mouth and began to suck on her small tongue.

A rough, clumsy kiss.

Even with lips driven purely by instinct, she instead welcomed it, wrapping both arms around the man’s shoulders.

With a subtle motion, she rubbed her damp, sharply peaked breasts against his upper body.

Slick. The wet liquid left traces across his chest as it dried, but he didn’t care. Instead, he moved in sync with her motions, grinding his lower body.

When something heavy and thick brushed against her navel, wetness flooded below.

“Hhng, mmm.”

At her moan, the kiss deepened further.

Kay seemed endlessly fascinated, sweeping every corner of her mouth with his thick tongue.

He rubbed her palate, then bit down on her tongue.

Their teeth collided, and whether skin split, a metallic taste spread through her mouth.

Bodily fluids spilled down the corners of her lips. Aubrianna’s fingertips dug into the man’s flesh.

Her head spun.

She had never experienced a kiss like this before. It was worlds apart from the restrained kisses she’d shared with him before.

His curiosity-filled tongue now began probing her throat, thrusting even deeper.

“Hhk.”

When Aubrianna barely managed to pull her lips away, short of breath, Kay opened the eyes he’d had closed.

What filled his sunken gaze was lust and rapture.

“Soft and sweet.”

The tip of the man’s tongue licking his lips was wet as well.

He looked ready to pounce again and suck on her lips all night if given the chance.

Aubrianna decided to make the first move slyly.

“D-do you want to taste somewhere else too?”

Her body always needed time to open.

To accept the enormous penis pressing at her navel, she needed to be wetter.

If he lost himself to excitement and thrust in recklessly, she’d be sore and burning for days, which would be troublesome.

Eyes glowing blue with excitement bordering on violence tracked her every small movement.

Aubrianna let out an excited breath and turned her head shyly. Her small but stubborn-looking chin and moonlight-clear neck stood out.

Slip.

The tunic she’d always worn since coming here dropped at her feet.

Seeing the woman’s body made purely of white skin and silver like veins, without a single piece of cloth, fear flickered briefly through the man’s gaze.

The danger-sensing instinct he’d honed while rolling through battlefields.

Kay narrowed his eyes and reflected on his own heart.

If he formed a relationship like this even once, he’d helplessly fall for her. And no one knew how it would end.

‘But do I really need to fear a small rabbit that’s appeared right in front of me asking to be eaten?’

There was no one who held ownership over this woman. He was the one who fed her, clothed her, and took care of her, so the woman would naturally become his possession.

‘Mine. My woman.’

A surge of exhilaration rushed up.

She pulled the man’s hand and placed it on her chest.

The heavy, substantial breast that squished under his grip was alluring.

“Here. And….”

Led helplessly by the woman’s small hand, the man’s other thick hand reached.

“Here.”

Brushing with his rough knuckles over the softest place on the woman’s body beneath the scant body hair, the man let out a groan.

“Soft.”

“Then be gentle.”

The woman’s invitation was seductive and powerful.

It bound him so he couldn’t move, making him feel and see only her.

And the man who boldly gave in to that temptation grabbed her most important place, not painfully but with strength, and spoke mischievously.

“Sorry, but I can’t do that.”

In an instant, the balance reversed. Even having lost his memory, he was still him.

The man who looked down at her with an arrogant and forceful attitude began greedily sucking on her nipple.

When Aubrianna’s small body was pushed down by that force and flopped onto the bed, the man’s massive body followed and pressed down on her.

His fingers hastily began to rummage through her still-not-wet-enough red flesh.

“Ah! That hurts.”

Afraid the baby might wake, the woman whispered urgently, but it seemed not to reach the man’s ears.

The thick fingers rubbed the smooth flesh, then discovered the moist spring and let out a groan.

Pulling his lips away from the nipple that had grown plump from being sucked hard, the man buried his face in her cleavage and muttered, “I’m putting it in right now.”

No. It’s too fast.

Pushing the man’s face away and spreading her white, slender legs wide, she said urgently, “Here.”

The man’s eyes flashed wildly as he roughly grabbed her breast.

“It needs to be wetter.”

At her words, the man’s gaze went downward again. As if beckoning him, her slender fingers crossed her thigh and lifted the skin of that small place that was obviously tiny at a glance.

“Suck here too.”

He stared at the moist red color between her two legs spread shamelessly wide.

The man quickly dropped to his knees by the bed and took off his pants.

When the enormous penis she glimpsed twitched, fear flickered through Aubrianna’s eyes. Was it just her imagination that it looked much bigger than she remembered?

But that faint pink, fully erect penis would eventually make her cry out in pleasure.

The man who knelt at her feet licked his lips, then asked, “You mean I should suck here?”

She swallowed hard and parted her lips, “You have to suck it. That way….”

“My mouth’s watering. It looks delicious.”

“Yes. Hurry.”

Aubrianna sat up and stroked her breasts with both hands. No, she squeezed them.

White milk began to drip drop by drop from the large breasts.

She wiped it up with her fingers and smeared it onto her vulva.

“Hurry.”

Her plea was sweet, like the chirping of a small bird you’d only hear in spring.

Slender fingers poured the milky white liquid into the gap of the hole that was already slick beyond slick.

“I’m going crazy.”

As if possessed, the man pressed his tongue to that red ripeness without hesitation, gathered his thick lips, and sucked hard.

Slurp.

The man drank freely. Sweet, tangy, and fishy.

With one hand, he pressed down on the woman’s lower abdomen as her body writhed, and with the other, he grabbed his already fully swollen penis and began to masturbate.

The red tip of the glans slipped in and out between his fingers, starting to ooze sticky fluid.

What dripped and leaked from his penis was already no different from semen. The man kept shaking his penis, letting thick, cloudy drops of a different viscosity than the liquid spilling from the woman’s breasts fall one by one.

Even so, the penis did not shrink and remained enormous.

Just as it seemed the woman might lose her breath, the man finally spoke. Drops of liquid fell from the ends of his dark beard.

The man stuck out his tongue and licked it up.

The small face watching without even breathing flushed bright red.

“Now that should be enough, right?”