Chapter 321 An Itch That Cannot Be Scratched
The more their tongues brushed against one another, the more their hands touched each other's bodies, the hotter the heat inside of them burnt.
At first, it was barely noticeable. But now, the burning in their stomach and every other part of their body could be felt.
Both were hyperaware of that heat.
And no "Heat Resistance" Passive Skill could deal with it or diminish it even by a bit.
Both were burning hot from the inside out, and each could feel the other's heat.
Elisa pulled back slightly.
He followed.
She pulled back further.
He followed.
Elisa couldn't help but smile as she kissed him.
He didn't want it to stop. He wanted to continue. He wanted more. He wanted her. More of her. Elisa took it as a sign of his affection. Of his passion. Of his love for her.
'You like me that much, huh?' The thought made her feel slightly embarrassed, but it was a strange kind of embarrassment. A strange kind of shame.
She kissed him even more passionately.
Mark hadn't showcased his affection frequently in the past.
How many times had he looked away because of his face?
How many times had he checked, afraid to show her his face as ate?
How many times had he wanted to say something?
How many times had he wanted to hold her hand?
How many times had he wanted to hold her in his arms?
Elisa wasn't sure.
For the first time, he was showing his affection for her freely.
She couldn't reject it.
She couldn't. She didn't want to.
She wanted that affection. And at some point, without truly knowing when or why, had had started craving it.
The fact that he was touching her so intimately, that he was kissing her so passionately, was proof of how much passion and affection had built up inside of him. Passion and affection towards her.
And Elisa wanted to accept that passion and affection fully. She wanted to accept it completely.
To welcome it and receive it.
Even when the heat that reigned over her body flushed her face, even when her tongue grew weary, even when she felt light-headed, she didn't pull back.
Light-headed? Why?
Because of the heat? Because of the pleasure? Because of the passion? Because she couldn't breathe properly?
Elisa thought it was a mix of all those options.
Still, she kissed him, until he pulled back.
Mark pulled back, and was greeted by a face painted in red.
Her haggard breathing, the pleasured expression on her face, her dilated pupils, her tongue hanging out a second longer than it should have, her welcoming thin lips. Everything made her more desirable. By the second, Elisa was growing more and more desirable.
They stared into each other's eyes as they caught their breaths back.
Mark grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer.
She let him pull her closer.
His left hand moved up her back, curled around her arm, and lay on her cheek.
She tenderly leaned into that hand.
The hand of the one for whom she felt things she had never before.
The hand of the one that had kept her safe many times.
The hand that had ridden her of the crippling and ominous curse that was Corruption Magic.
She fondly lay her hand on his.
Elisa arched her back, and the hand that lay on her lower back assisted her.
She tilted her head back, and the ashen cascade of hair fell behind her.
Delicately, a gentle kiss was laid just above her shoulder.
Elisa pressed her lips and shut her eyes.
His left hand still lay on her cheek. A hand she had instinctively taken hold of and pressed against her cheek.
A second kiss was laid. Just as gentle as the first. This time, closer to her neck.
Only then, did Mark realize that Elisa had changed. The Elven Armor she was so proud of had been stored inside her Inventory. Only now, did he realize that she was wearing her radiant white gown.
Simple, yet beautiful. Perhaps because she was the one wearing it.
The white gown she adorned on the day where they met. On the day when a Monster with a Name stood in front of him. Turned out she wasn't a Monster, but that didn't matter much. She did, however, have a Name.
As his kisses moved up from her shoulder to her neck, Elisa couldn't help but turn her head away. Hiding her mouth with the hand that, previously, lay on her cheek. Hiding her mouth, or, perhaps, using that hand as a barrier to keep the sudden and impulsive gasps from making their presence known.
They could be heard though. He was close enough to hear them, no matter how much she fought them back. Close enough to hear everything.
The higher he got, the more she squirmed around.
The higher he got, the less control she had over her gasps.
The higher he got, the more she quivered.
And once he arrived at the perfect spot, Mark kept his lips lightly apart, and softly blew on her neck.
Her face was overcome by confusion, as a moan she couldn't fight back against at all exited her mouth.
The puzzled eyes on her face, now colored by a slight pinkish hue, were wide as if looking for an explanation.
Mark smiled cheekily before moving towards her neck once more.
But before he could reach, she took hold of him, her hands laying on the back of his head, and spun around.
He lowered his hands to her waist.
She gently pulled on his head, and his hands descended to her thighs.
Not without a slight amount of squirming around, she placed her hands on his neck.
Athletic, powerful, yet soft to the touch.
Slender and delicate legs, that flowed perfectly with the rest of her figure.
Mark pulled on her thighs, and her knees bent.
A second later, her feet were kissing the ground, before leaving it.
She was light. As light as could be. Unbelievably light.
Just like Elisa had previously, she was adjusting her weight perfectly so as not to put too much pressure on his arms, and not too much on his neck.
He didn't need to him to do that. And she knew that.
Still, a Princess had the right to choose, freely, when to act spoiled and selfish, and when not to.
Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist.
He looked up, as her face was a couple of centimeters above his.
Her hands stroke his neck on their way down to his broad shoulders. The sensation of caressing scales never left her indifferent. It was strange, yet pleasing to the touch. Perhaps the combination of the two was the reason why she did it so often.
Her hands moved back up his neck, letting only her thumbs stroke the lower portion of his jaw.
Elisa slowly let her body sway to the right, and he moved accordingly.
She smiled.
Their lips approached, but before they could meet, Elisa swiftly evaded and moved towards his neck instead.
She lay her cheek against his shoulder, before blowing on his neck.
She wouldn't like to get the same reaction out of him as he had out of her, but he barely reacted.
'Ugh! Stupid scales!'
With a defeated expression on her face, she stared at his neck for a bit.
A malicious smile.
She slowly moved closer towards than neck before,
Bite-
A Wolf. A Wyvern. A Werewolf. A Drake. A Snake. A Spider.
A shiver went up and down Mark's body.
The right side of his neck.
Attacked suddenly.
He trusted her with his life.
Fear.
Trust.
Intertwined and, strangely, turned into an incredibly pleasant sensation.
He turned his gaze towards.
Her cheek was against his shoulder.
A victorious smile.
She raised her head off and stared into his eyes.
A Monster with a Name.
She wasn't a Monster, but she did have a Name.
A beautiful Name, as if it was made only for her. A Name none could bear but her.
A Name.
All she had when he found her.
All she had inside that tower.
All she remembered.
Her Name.
And it was enough.
Fighting her would have been stupid.
Fighting him would have been stupid.
Forever indebted and grateful to the Moonlit Feline.
All she had was a Name.
Her Name.
"Elisa..." Mark spoke out.
He hadn't said a word for a while, which surprised her.
She waited, but he didn't say anything.
He simply wanted to say her Name.
"Mark." Elisa whispered. She slowly unwrapped her legs from around his waist without widening the distance between her and him. "Let's walk for a bit."
Her feet landed on the ground.
His arms rested at his sides.
Still, her chest and stomach rested on his body.
"I want to walk for a bit... That's okay with you?"
Mark slowly nodded, and Elisa turned away before she started walking.
Doubt?
Confusion?
Regret?
No. It was none of these things.
Then why did she need to walk?
Because somewhere along the way, her desire, her longing, her thirst, and her craving, had become something else.
It made her knees weak.
It made her breathe heavily.
She needed time. Space. To compose herself.
A craving for something.
Elisa brought a hand to her stomach. And as she slowly lowered that hand,
Gasp-
A strange feeling. Electrifying.
Lust. nOVE.LB)1n
Elisa turned back around to face Mark, who had been following her a handful of steps behind.
An itch she couldn't scratch herself.
