Wine, Knights, and Memories (3)
The first thing that came was the scent.
The sharp, headache-inducing smell of alcohol mingled with a familiar, sweet fragrance that filled Maxim’s nose and flooded his mind. It was Theodora’s scent. As if trying to make up for the three years she had been denied this heat, Theodora pulled Maxim even closer with greater strength. Maxim’s feet staggered. Theodora’s steps faltered along with his. His wandering hand rose and cupped the back of her head. Their tangled lips and tongues, which had begun with fierce passion, gradually shifted into something sticky and thick.
The kiss between two people who remembered each other so well brought back memories of that time. Theodora’s eyes grew hazy. As if to slowly fill the emptiness that had hollowed her out to the very bottom, she opened her mouth in a desperate, trembling voice.
Theodora called his name in a low, heated breath. Her warm exhalation brushed against his nose and the nape of his neck. The hot air stimulated his skin. Maxim felt every sense in his body awaken and then sink again. He lowered his head. The flush on Theodora’s pale cheeks was not from the alcohol. Wherever his lips and breath touched, a rosy bloom spread across her white skin like flowers opening.
Theodora completely relaxed her body. She placed her hand over Maxim’s, which was gripping the collar of her uniform coat. Slowly, like unwrapping the layers of a carefully wrapped gift, her coat slid to the floor with a soft rustle.
With each layer of uniform that came off, Theodora’s body—her long-forgotten curves—became real again, drawing closer to Maxim. Her figure was not too slender; it held a supple resilience. The soft line of her shoulders could be felt through the thin shirt. Maxim’s lips traveled down to the prominent collarbone beneath them.
Lips and breath. Theodora curled her hand against his chest and let out a faint moan.
The usual domineering demeanor had vanished. Theodora whispered into his ear, her voice tangled with embarrassment and arousal.
The two were pressed completely against each other. In the position that let them feel each other’s bodies most clearly, Maxim and Theodora explored one another with the bed right before them.
Click.
The last button of the shirt that had covered Theodora’s bare skin came undone. Maxim searched for the corset laces and ran his fingers along her back.
Theodora let out a high, broken moan. Maxim remembered anew how sensitive her back was. Beneath the soft flesh, he could feel firm, elastic muscle. Teasingly, he traced her spine with his fingertips.
Theodora’s face flushed bright red as she spoke. Her lips glistened. The eyes that had once swirled with dark clouds were now misty and heated, gazing into Maxim’s. The way she pleaded, just a moment, just a moment, sounded exactly like begging for more, so Maxim continued to trace the line of her back with his hand.
Theodora’s body twitched and trembled with every stroke of his fingers. Her thighs touched the bed, and her body fell backward. Her short hair spread softly across the sheets. Maxim’s fingertips found the corset laces. Still holding her fully in his arms, he began to loosen them.
Rustle. Rustle.
With each string that came undone, Theodora’s expression changed. Following the familiar touch, she reached behind herself to help Maxim remove her undergarments.
Tick.
The undergarment fluttered and fell to the floor. Through the shirt that still half-covered her body, Maxim could feel the soft, appropriately sized mounds of her breasts. Theodora’s chest pressed firmly against him with a pleasant elasticity. Maxim slowly lowered his head. His face buried itself beneath her collarbone, into the proud, protruding breasts.
Theodora’s breasts were beautiful. Two firm peaks formed perfect, rounded shapes as they descended.
Theodora bowed her head in embarrassment. Maxim felt her hand gently rest atop his head. His mouth explored her breast until it reached the tip of the peak.
Her nipple had grown hard and erect against his tongue. Maxim teased it gently, as if melting it with his tongue, caressing her breast with care.
Theodora’s breathing grew even hotter. Those clear eyes were fixed on him. With trembling hands, she began unbuttoning his shirt from the collar. His top was nearly undone. Maxim slowly lowered his head from her breasts, kissing and tracing his way down her body. His head moved beneath the breasts that kept their lovely shape even when she lay down. His caresses continued from beneath her chest to the start of her abdomen.
Thump.
Theodora’s heart beat loudly. Along the line drawn beneath her soft skin, Maxim’s tongue and lips traced another line. The stimulation grew stronger the further it traveled from her upper belly to her lower belly. Theodora, whose body had begun to tremble slightly, grew more and more flustered as his face drew closer to her navel. She covered her face with her hands and twisted her body this way and that.
Maxim’s head stopped near her navel, at the entrance of the path leading to her most intimate place. He lifted his head and met her eyes again. Theodora was looking at him with tears glistening in her eyes. Maxim slowly lowered his head once more and kissed her lips. Gently, as if biting into a ripe fruit.
Theodora gave him a tearful smile. The tears welled up but did not fall. Her hand was gently stroking his cheek.
The kisses were soft, as if they had done this countless times before. Sometimes they were playful and brief, other times long and deep like those between lovers. He would nibble her lower lip, explore the inside of her mouth, press their tongues together, then pull away with a soft smack, strings of saliva connecting them.
Theodora sat up halfway. Maxim supported himself with only one knee on the bed. His bare upper body was revealed beyond the already-removed shirt. Theodora was looking at the scar that remained on his exposed upper arm. Beneath the brass-colored lamplight, the dark scar brought back memories even through the haze of alcohol.
That day, in the dungeon’s underground, the image of him drawing the guardian’s attention to himself resurfaced. He had hastily poured a potion over it, but the wound had left this scar behind. Theodora reached out toward the scar. It ran long from where his heart began. She touched it. It felt strange.
Ah, it was the alcohol’s fault. The tears that had been welling up now fell in heavy drops. Maxim wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. The tears he had not been able to wipe away that day were gradually erased by his fingers.
Maxim answered her that way. He lowered his head and kissed her. A smile bloomed on Theodora’s face again. A heartbreakingly beautiful smile, no different from three years ago.
Maxim leaned forward and gently bit her ear.
Theodora let out a deliberately pitiful sound and shivered.
At the sound of Maxim calling her name in that low voice, Theodora let out a heated sigh. How long had it been since they called each other by those pet names? Maxim could barely remember. His head felt like it was spinning. The longing in his heart had been far greater than the hatred, it seemed.
Maxim kept stroking Theodora’s tear-streaked face as he kissed her. Theodora pulled back slightly to face him. The tears had left only faint traces now, and a playful smile had risen to her face. Her hand, which had been facing him while half-sitting, moved downward, following the grooves of his defined muscles, heading lower.
Theodora’s hand reached the waistband of Maxim’s pants. His member had already swollen to its hardest, largest state. Her delicate fingers kneaded and traced the prominent bulge. The lower body that he thought could not grow any more excited began to throb wildly the moment her hand touched it.
Theodora smiled with her eyes as she saw the change in his gaze. Her hand was already halfway through undoing his pants.
Maxim also lowered his hand and began rubbing over her underwear. She was already so wet that he could feel the slick nectar even through the fabric.
Theodora briefly placed her hand over his wrist, then quickly withdrew it. Maxim moved his fingers to the edge of her underwear. Along the hem, his fingers teased both flesh and cloth. Theodora tilted her head back at his touch and let out a faint moan. Maxim pulled the underwear down.
The underwear slid past Theodora’s smooth, beautifully shaped, luscious thighs. It passed her clean knees, traveled down her long shins, slipped over her slender, elegant ankles, and finally left her smooth, sculpture-like feet. With her lower body fully revealed, she was completely naked except for the loosely draped shirt. It was a body of sculptural beauty.
Theodora frowned slightly and grabbed Maxim’s pants. Maxim smiled helplessly and helped her pull them down.
His pants and underwear came off together. Maxim watched as Theodora gently stroked his member up close. It was so large that one hand could not fully wrap around it. She moved it back and forth, guiding him toward her entrance. Breathing heavily, Maxim followed her hand and pressed the tip of his cock against her as if painting on her body with a brush.
Theodora’s entrance was soaking wet. His cock rubbed against her slick folds, moving up and down with wet, squelching sounds.
Theodora lay back down and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. A faint smile played on her lips, and her eyes met his golden ones. Her pink lips parted.
Maxim thrust deeply into her in one smooth motion. His large cock pushed inside with wet sounds, sinking all the way in.
Theodora let out an involuntary high moan and quickly covered her mouth in surprise. His member reached much deeper than she had expected, touching her firmly. Maxim paused after entering, then slowly began to move his hips.
A sweet, lewd moan escaped Theodora’s lips. She pulled her body up to kiss him. Her heated breath, thick with excitement, satisfaction, and pleasure, came out in weak moans and gasps.
Maxim moved his hips at a steady, gentle rhythm, stimulating her insides. His cock, wrapped in her warm inner walls, grew more excited and led her closer to climax. Theodora’s breathing became rougher. The more excited she became, the tighter her insides gripped him, refusing to let go.
Theodora called his pet name in a voice burning with heat. Her eyes were already glazed with tears as she looked at him. Their sex was desperate. It was desperate and filled with passion, yet bound by affection and the past. Regret and memories, hatred and longing. Relationships were such complicated things.
The Theodora of this moment was not a knight commander, but a woman who had fallen in love three years ago. Maxim was not a fallen knight who had lost his power and been pushed to the sidelines, but the man who had once believed he would love her forever.
The bed creaked. Maxim’s movements grew faster. Theodora’s moans gradually turned into sticky, emotion-laden cries of pleasure.
Breathing hard, Maxim answered her.
When Theodora heard his answer, she gave a smile so happy it seemed it could not possibly exist in this world. What could one give someone to make them smile like that? If you gave a child who wanted candy an entire basket of it, would they smile like that? If you brought down the moon for a woman who begged for it, would she smile like that? How could a single “I love you” bring forth a smile so heartbreaking, so beautiful, so fragile it looked like it might shatter?
Theodora and Maxim kissed. Softly, like true lovers.
Theodora kept calling his name. Maxim’s movements grew even faster. The creaking of the bed grew louder in response.
Theodora’s moans turned coquettish. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her. Every time his cock stirred her insides, the world spun before her eyes and her mind turned pure white.
As Theodora reached her climax, her back arched. Her legs locked around his waist and refused to let go. The inner walls that had wrapped around his cock tightened intensely, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop. Maxim let out a heavy breath and poured everything he had inside her. Theodora reached her peak with a scream-like moan and accepted him completely.
How long had they stayed locked together? When Maxim finally pulled out, thick white semen mixed with her nectar flowed from between her legs.
Breathing hotly, Theodora looked at him. When Maxim made a slightly worried face, she shook her head.
Theodora spoke to him in a voice still thick with intoxication. The two sat side by side on the bed. Theodora leaned her entire body against him just like she used to. She stared at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly said something unexpected.
“That’s…”
Theodora’s brows drew together. She looked as if she had figured out exactly where he had left it.
Her hand moved and touched his spent member. Then she gently wrapped her fingers around it. It had not been long, yet Maxim’s cock rose rigidly again. Overwhelmed by the dizzying sensation, Maxim looked down at her.
Theodora lowered her head. Maxim trembled at the warm, dizzying sensation that enveloped his cock. Beneath the blanket, Theodora looked up at him with a flushed face, his length in her mouth. It was going to be a long night. Maxim thought so as he gently stroked her hair.