Chapter 63. Four Warriors Within the Snowfield Barrier
Four Warriors Within the Snowfield Barrier
The barrier was filled with ragged breaths.
The guard captain, following Lucian's orders, was timidly running his trembling hands over Kara's upper body. But his overly cautious touch made Lucian lose patience and snap another command.
"Be bolder! Squeeze her breasts too! That's the only way to properly warm Kara's body!"
"Y-yes, sir!"
"Don't just rub—grip them tight and knead them like dough! Yes, like that. And twist her nipples too. They're the switches connected to her heart!"
At Lucian's explicit instructions, the guard captain clenched his eyes shut and pinched Kara's erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them hard.
"Ngh... Ah...!"
A moan—painful yet unmistakably heated—burst from Kara's lips. It was working. The pallor of her face began to flush even deeper.
"Good. Now... touch her properly down there too."
"D-down there...? You mean...?"
"Her groin and inside! That's where the blood flows the most. Push the heat of your hands into her!"
Sweat poured down the guard captain's face as he lowered his hand. He pried open the waistband of Kara's pants, slipping beneath her thin underwear to grope the plush flesh underneath.
His rough, burning fingers shoved aside the fabric and began kneading Kara's wet pussy directly.
"Hnngh—!"
Kara's back arched violently. Her cold body melted under the man's touch, the suppressed sensations exploding all at once.
"Ah... Ah...! Nn...!"
"See? Now you're getting it. Looks like all that practice (with Nancy) paid off."
Lucian muttered approvingly.
"......!!"
Rimeyer was stunned.
What was this? What were they doing?
Proud knights, tangled together in this cramped space, groping breasts and rubbing between legs while moaning—this wasn't treatment. It was the prelude to an orgy.
"This... is wrong...!"
Shame wracked her body as she tried to pull free from Lucian's embrace.
But he didn't let go. Instead, he crushed her tighter against his chest, pressing her back flush against him.
"Rimeyer, stay still. This is a desperate struggle to survive."
Lucian's whisper brushed against her ear.
"Endure it, no matter how humiliating. I... don't like this either."
Despite his words, the scene before them only grew more depraved.
The guard captain's hands grew bolder—one squeezing Kara's breast, the other rubbing insistently at her dripping entrance.
Squelch, squelch, squish.
"Ah... Nn... Ah... Ah...!"
Kara's moans grew louder. No longer from the cold—this was pure, unmistakable pleasure.
The guard captain mentally apologized to Nancy hundreds of times even as his fingers circled Kara's clit, stoking the heat higher.
"Sorry, Kara... But this is the only way...!"
Lucian swallowed dryly as he watched.
Then he looked down at Rimeyer, trapped in his arms.
Beneath her tightly bound silver hair, the delicate curve of her pale neck was exposed.
Stripped of her armor, the thin tunic revealed the lines of her collarbones and the slope of her shoulders.
But what drove him wildest was her scent.
Cold winter air mixed with the faint, refreshing aroma of rosemary—her own chaste, ascetic fragrance.
'Damn... I'm losing it.'
Lucian's mind flickered white with arousal.
Though he'd relieved his urges with Kara and the maids during the war, the past few days of worry had forced him to suppress everything. His overloaded mana boiled in his veins, threatening to erupt.
But Rimeyer was off-limits. She was a comrade.
And to Lucian, she felt almost like a parent from a past life—someone eerily distant yet mirroring him too closely. A woman who inspired both instinctive rejection and reverence.
Yet...
Right now, he couldn't see her sharp gaze.
Only the vulnerable nape of her neck, the way her back nestled perfectly against him, and the firm curve of her ass pressing through the tunic.
Not seeing her face only stoked his imagination further.
Lucian's eyes traced the shell of her ear before dipping to the hollow of her collarbone.
Her chest rose and fell sharply with tension, her nipples stiff enough to tent the fabric of her bra.
Her slender waist fit perfectly in the circle of his arm, and the flare of her hips beneath was undeniably feminine.
'This woman... has such a lewd body?'
Thump. Slide.
Rimeyer's body stiffened.
"......What is this?"
Something hot and hard pressed between the cleft of her ass.
Not just pressing—it was pushing, the rigid tip threatening to pierce through the fabric and spear into her flesh.
Lucian's raging erection.
Against his will—no, driven by his subconscious desire—it had hardened like a weapon.
"......S-sorry, Rimeyer."
Lucian sounded flustered.
"Holding you like this... I couldn't help it. Your body is too soft. Doesn't feel like a knight's at all..."
"......"
"We have to survive this danger... but I swear, I won't go further! I'm holding back too...!"
"No... It's not like I want this either..."
Her icy tone made him wilt, but his cock paid no heed, throbbing against her ass as if demanding entry.
"Nn... Ah... Ah...!"
Meanwhile, Kara was fully awake—no, awakened to pleasure—panting openly before them.
The guard captain's fingers worked her slick pussy ruthlessly, making her juices spurt with every thrust.
Squelch, squish, slap.
The obscene sounds, the sticky wetness, and Lucian's overwhelming presence at her back—
Rimeyer bit her lip.
She should feel humiliated. Disgusted.
But with every press of that hardness against her ass, a strange heat coiled in her belly, her thighs growing damp.
And Lucian's broad chest, his pounding heartbeat against her back—
'I have to survive too...'
The temperature inside the barrier was reaching dangerous heights.
"Ngh..."
A stifled moan escaped Rimeyer's lips.
Lucian hadn't even touched her properly. Just the thick, burning length grinding against her ass was enough to send false warmth flooding through her frozen body.
"This... really does work..."
Blushing furiously, she couldn't deny the heat spreading through her veins. Encouraged, Lucian pulled her tighter.
"Told you. No more hesitation."
His hand slid up to her chest.
He roughly palmed the pert swell of her breast through the tunic.
"Ah—!"
Rimeyer jolted with a sharp cry.
When she didn't push him away, Lucian grew bolder, slipping his hand beneath the fabric and into her bra.
Her nipple, stiff from the cold, was pinched between his fingers. He twisted it mercilessly.
"Ngh—!"
Lucian's mind whited out.
Had suppressing his mana overload for so long broken him? The taboo of defiling the chaste knight commander was eroding his reason.
His other hand traveled downward.
He hooked a leg over his arm, spreading her wider. His rough fingers plunged into the exposed cleft of her ass.
"W-what are you—?!"
Rimeyer tried to protest, but Lucian didn't stop.
He shoved past her underwear, his broad palm covering her hottest, most secret place—her pussy.
"Ah..."
At the touch of his warm hand, Rimeyer instinctively jerked her hips back—only to impale herself deeper on Lucian's cock.
"Ahh!"
Stimulated from both sides.
Lucian parted her labia, his middle finger finding her clit and the delicate folds beneath in one ruthless stroke.
"Nn... Don't..."
Her mouth refused, but her body was honest.
Without resistance, her wet flesh trembled around his fingers.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The lewd sounds began.
Under Lucian's skilled touch, Rimeyer's entrance loosened, transparent slick dripping down to coat his fingers.
"Ah... Nn... What... What is this... Why suddenly...?"
Rimeyer was dazed.
They'd been on their way to ambush the enemy at night. Trapped in the snow, facing life or death—how had she fallen into such depravity?
But as Lucian's fingers moved faster, her mind blanked, filled only with filthy arousal.
Slap, slap, slap.
"Ah... Ah... Nn... Ah!"
Inside the transparent barrier.
The sounds of wet flesh and the women's moans echoed, amplifying.
Lucian's crimson eyes burned like he was on the verge of a mana explosion, his body scorching like a furnace.
Rimeyer felt her own body burning—but not just from her own heat.
The man pressed against her back. His searing temperature threatened to melt her skin.
"Ah... Lucian... Lucian... Ah..."
Somehow, she'd even forgotten honorifics, gasping his name like a plea.
Meanwhile, the guard captain had half-lost himself, worshiping Kara's body.
And Kara—
She let him, her dazed eyes fixed on Lucian and Rimeyer before her.
'Ah...'
The world was blanketed in white snow.
In that isolated space of pure white, the beautiful man and woman—so alike—were entwined.
Rimeyer, her silver hair disheveled, writhing in pleasure with her blue eyes glazed. Lucian, holding her from behind, his red eyes dark with desire as he pleasured her.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Nn—!!"
Rimeyer's back arched like a bow as she reached her peak.
To Kara, the sight wasn't just sex.
It was art—a coexistence of death and life, cold and heat, blue and red.
So beautiful, so devastating, that tears threatened to spill unbidden.
Once this night passed, they would return to being the cold commander and the knight captain.
But for now, the union of blue and red blooming in the snowfield would remain—an unforgettable masterpiece.
[Images: 12 illustrations depicting the scene described]