“Benjamin.”

Azela rigorously laid him on the bottom. Benjamin’s eyes had been closed, and there was a smile on his lips. He, who was bleeding, appeared to emanate a scent of bread like he did when he was within the bakery.

“…I’ll preserve my promise. I’ll by no means let Findar die, belief me.”

These had been the final phrases she may say.

She quickly turned behind and entered her mansion, leaving Benjamin’s physique stained with blood. Within the mansion, the place the lights had been turned off, the butler, Baharf, had woken up, maybe because of the sharp sound of the sword and was already ready for her.

“…There’s a useless physique exterior.”

“Shall I take care of it?”

“If attainable, bury it in a sunny place.”

“I’ll bury it in a sunny place.”

“Please achieve this.”

“I’ll put together a towel, so please wait a second.”

“No, it’s okay. By no means thoughts me.”

Seeing his nod, Azela handed him and climbed the steps to her bed room. Surprisingly, her physique was too heavy, maybe due to the blood that had coated her. She climbed all the steps and walked down the empty hallway, dragging her saggy shoulders.

As she was heading to the bed room, she instantly stopped in entrance of Zagnac’s bed room and punctiliously positioned her palm on the closed bed room door.

‘…Benjamin is useless, Zagnac.’

She whispered to Zagnac, who could be behind the closed door, and stood in entrance of the door for some time earlier than shifting once more. When she opened the door to her personal bed room, the morning breeze welcomed her as if it had been ready to blow.

It was a well-known sight.

Azela moved her steps slowly, following the wind as if possessed.

“Azela.”

Then, he appeared in entrance of her. He was sitting on the open window sill ready for her.

As Azela stood there whereas unable to do something, he stepped ahead and, with out hesitation, gently touched Azela’s blood-stained cheek. Surprisingly sufficient, his heat physique temperature appeared to make the feelings, which had been okay till simply now, fill her.

“Zagnac, Ben—”

“It’s all proper.”

Despite the fact that she didn’t say something, he stated it was all proper and reached out his hand to her and gently wrapped his arms round her shoulder, comforting her. The scent of bread, which lingered on the tip of her nostril, disappeared, and solely the scent of the daybreak air from Zagnac remained.

“It’s all proper.”

When Zagnac stated so as soon as extra, Azela unknowingly raised her hand and hugged him tightly.

…She needed to be all proper for him and for her who protected him.

“It’s all proper.”

He murmured softly once more, lifted Azela’s chin, wiped the blood from her lips together with his thumb, after which leaned over and moved his tongue between her parted lips.

The style of blood lingered within the kisses.

Like he wouldn’t let her consider the rest, Zagnac frantically chewed the within of her mouth. Their tongues intertwined incessantly, craving one another, as he stroked the roof of her mouth gently earlier than starting to dig by way of her tooth as if to examine them.

A deep sound intertwined together with his tongue unfold loudly within the quiet bed room.

“Uunh.”

A sequence of moans got here.

Kissing her, he took cautious steps whereas pushing her in the direction of the window sill. As he reached out his hand and closed the window, Zagnac rigorously seated Azela on the window sill.

“Zagnac…”

His dry lips simply devoured her. Azela’s head tilted alongside his lips. She was now stained with blood. Pondering that it might be higher to do it after washing, she pushed him away and known as his title although he didn’t budge.

“It’s all proper.”

All he stated was that it was all proper.

Quickly, he lowered his hand and untied Azela’s garments. The buttons on her garments fell off, and the laces got here untied. By way of her uncovered prime, her bulging breasts had been uncovered along with her again to the moonlight.

Zagnac eliminated his lips and obtained down on one knee, after which he landed on her collarbone.

“…Mmm.”

The easy sound of kissing lips crammed the bed room.

Azela positioned her arms on the window sill the place she was sitting. As a result of if she didn’t, it felt like she was going to break down. The window sill felt behind her again was very chilly, in all probability as a result of it was soaked within the morning air.

“Must… wash.”

As she barely opened her lips, Zagnac’s lips, which slowly descended underneath her, bit towards her left breast. His tongue, which was busy shifting with out stopping for a second, brushed Azela’s n*pples, which had been standing near pleasure.

As his chilly hand moved over the precise breast, she trembled on the little pleasure.

“Hahng…!”

His tongue was very mushy.

It was so mushy that she made her neglect what she was doing till only a second in the past, and an infinite moan leaked by way of her parted lips. Reaching her proper hand, which had rested on the window sill, Azela grasped the hair that was buried in her chest.

“…Are you okay?”

He requested, parting his lips.

When he requested if she was okay, her thoughts turned pure white and nothing got here to thoughts. Was he asking if she was okay now, or was he asking if she was okay with issues that occurred only a second in the past?

“It’s… it’s okay.”

When Azela, not realizing what she meant, merely replied that she was okay, he lowered his head once more and bit her n*pple flippantly together with his tooth. A thrill of delight pierced her complete physique. Zagnac lowered his hand right down to unbutton his pants, lifted her hips barely, and slowly unbuttoned her bottoms.

Together with her again to the moonlit window sill, Azela seemed unusual, carrying solely a prime with free entrance.

“Huuht…!”

He, who had been kneeling on one knee, lastly knelt on the opposite.

Sitting on the window sill, with the moonlight behind her, Azela seemed like a god as he knelt down on his knees in entrance of her, wish to worship her.

The subsequent second, he grabbed her inside thighs with each arms and unfold them broad aside. A breeze blew by way of the slit and felt cool. Azela, startled by the sudden opening of her decrease physique, widened her eyes and hurriedly tried to tug her legs collectively although Zagnac’s arms prevented it.

“Za, Zagnac…”

No sooner had Azela known as his title, embarrassed by the embarrassing posture, his head lowered towards her secret place. His tongue brushed over her moist place with pleasure, leaving her no time to flinch as she threw her head again.

“Hah-uuht!”

She reached out with each arms and grasped Zagnac’s hair tightly, his tongue teasing beneath her.

Her head leaned again towards the window body and made a thud, however she felt no ache. The immense pleasure and pleasure dominated Azela’s complete physique with out a probability to really feel disgrace or embarrassment.

The world was spinning earlier than her eyes.

“Huu…”

A sobbing sound flowed between her lips.

Zagnac eliminated his lips and, right away, took off his personal garments. As his lips moved away from her, Azela felt her complete physique drain right away. She may sleep as it’s now, and her complete physique was drained.

His towering pillar got here in by way of the blurred imaginative and prescient. Zagnac widened Azela’s slumping thighs once more earlier than he grabbed her hips with each arms. He then gently rubbed his personal thick, enlarged pillar to Azela’s opening.

Despite the fact that he hadn’t are available in but, she appeared to really feel his warmth, so the breath she had been holding again got here out.

“Ha…”

Azela lifted her limp higher physique, and he or she hugged his again tightly. Then, elevating her head, she quietly whispered in his ear.

“…Put it in.”

Zagnac’s endurance snapped at her phrases. His member, which had been rubbing towards her opening, burrowed into her with a pressure that appeared to pierce her with out the slightest consideration or mercy.

“Hahk!”

As his pillar, rising with out realizing the top, penetrated with none preparation, Azela felt ache and frowned. Nonetheless, he didn’t cease.

Firmly gripping her hips, Zagnac moved vigorously as if he had been ready for this present day. Azela couldn’t come to her senses as he stabbed her recklessly. The pinnacle buried in his shoulder swayed up and down mercilessly. Perhaps that was why there have been no ideas in her shaking head.

“Huuhhtt… go, good—haahngg!”

“Kugh… Azel…la.”

As she clasped his again tightly with the tip of her fingernails, small scars had been etched on Zagnac’s again as she swayed up and down.

Nonetheless, neither of them paid any consideration. The subsequent second, he unfold her legs broad aside, and refusing to permit any hole, pushed himself into Azela’s opening even more durable.