Ch.323Episode 13 – There Is No Country for Wizards

In Fatalia during January, unexpected rain would occasionally fall without warning.

Rain descended upon the villa where the cool night air had settled. Though not a heavy downpour, the raindrops proudly announced their presence, tapping against the windows with a gentle patter.

The raindrops knocked on the glass as if begging to be noticed, but I had no time to pay attention to the rain pouring outside. And the same was true for Francesca.

A picturesque villa with a red roof.

In this coastal cliff villa where white foam rose from the sea, only Francesca and I existed.

Episode 13 – There Is No Country for Wizards

The sensation of flesh being explored is vivid.

I can feel Francesca’s grip tightening on my forearm. I also notice the sheets crumpling chaotically in her hand.

Our thighs and pelvises repeatedly met and parted.

The raw sound of flesh colliding with flesh was not much different from the distant sound of waves.

The only difference was that while waves shattered against the cliff, the thighs meeting the pelvis remained perfectly intact.

“…Francesca.”

She didn’t respond when I called her name. More precisely, she couldn’t respond.

In the midst of our passionate collision, Francesca had already half lost her senses. The sensation of being penetrated seemed quite overwhelming for her. Still, I could tell with certainty that she hadn’t completely lost consciousness. Her chest heaving with rapid breaths and her slightly unfocused eyes as she clutched at the sheets were evidence that she maintained at least minimal rationality.

I shifted my body slowly, putting my weight into it. While Francesca surely had her own difficulties, I too was finding it hard to hold back.

It feels good.

No, I can’t simply call it good. It was ecstatic.

Francesca’s insides were as beautiful as her outward appearance. With even the slightest movement of my hips, her inner flesh would quiver and tighten around me from all directions, holding me and refusing to let go.

Moreover, as if she had sprayed perfume, a pleasant scent emanated from Francesca’s nape. Inhaling the subtle aroma of her skin, which spread faintly with her elevated body temperature and pounding heart, made me feel intoxicated.

Francesca was more sensually responsive than I had imagined. Yet even as she was swept away by pleasure, releasing frantic moans, she still stimulated me by gently swaying her hips in rhythm with my movements.

It didn’t seem to be intentional. Half out of her mind, she wouldn’t answer no matter how many times I called her name.

Certainly, it seemed true that she enjoyed horseback riding regularly.

Francesca could skillfully ride without a saddle. Of course, the “horse” she was riding now wasn’t a four-legged beast, but still.

I embraced Francesca tightly as she moved her hips with almost instinctual motions. I also bit into her swaying breasts.

When the heat from her nape crept across the back of my head to reach my crown, sensing the approaching climax, I pulled Francesca’s body strongly against mine. Supporting her back and waist with my hands and lifting her up, moans escaped through her parted lips.

Then came the ejaculation.

“Ah…!”

I ejaculated while in the deepest position, driven by my weight.

Even while pouring out my seed, I grabbed Francesca’s thighs to press our bodies closer together, grinding our pubic bones against each other, seeking even the slightest additional pleasure.

Francesca said nothing as she felt the foreign sensation in her belly and the feeling of being struck in her deepest, most precious place.

“Ah, heu, ugh, ah…”

Sweet moans reached my ears.

Looking up, I caught sight of Francesca reaching her climax with her head thrown back. With eyes wide open and mouth agape, she trembled all over, her moans half-suppressed by her gasping breaths—the unmistakable image of a woman lost in pleasure.

I held her in my arms as if to calm her, as she dripped transparent fluid like a broken faucet. To be precise, “confined her in my arms” would be the appropriate expression.

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Even after finishing, I remained seated, holding her close, while Francesca buried her face in my shoulder, gasping for breath.

After a moment, I brushed her purple hair with my hand to check on her condition.

“Are you alright?”

She was a mess. It hadn’t been long since she’d showered, yet she was already drenched in sweat. Her cheekbones, nape, and upper chest glistened with perspiration.

Her face was no different. When I used my fingers to remove the strands of hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat, her flushed face was revealed to the world. Only then did I understand why Francesca had kept her face buried in my shoulder all this time.

Francesca’s face had long since melted into a soft mess. It resembled thoroughly cooked pasta, or ice cream melting in the summer heat.

“Si-Sir Knight…”

Gasping for breath, Francesca swallowed hard before speaking.

Her plaintive breathing, hot breath, and dilated pupils spoke of how immense the pleasure she felt had been.

The occasional trembling of her legs and arms, like spasms, also told me that the afterglow of her climax still lingered in her body.

“Hnng…!”

A moan escaped her lips when I moved slightly. A voice tinged with nasality. The voice that naturally came from Francesca whenever she felt interest was now flowing from her mouth in the same way, but with a more erotic and plaintive tone.

Sitting on my thighs, Francesca trembled her waist and tightened her inner flesh around me.

I couldn’t resist.

The embers that had once died down after climax began to burn again upon meeting her quivering flesh. I hooked my arms under the insides of Francesca’s knees as she sat on my thighs, and laid her down.

In that fleeting moment, our positions changed.

Francesca, who had been riding on top of me and gently swaying her hips, was now beneath me. I, who had inserted my arms under her knees and toppled her, was now on top.

-Slap!

Then came the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Mounting Francesca, I drove into her inner flesh with my weight.

From below came sounds like waves, and between those strange wave sounds, occasional wet noises melted in—the sticky sounds created by our bodily fluids mixing wildly.

Her raised legs were soon pushed by my upper body until they touched her chest.

Taking the folded position, I roughly traversed her insides.

“Huh, uh, hmm, mm, ah…!”

Francesca said nothing as she witnessed her own knees brushing against her breasts. Bending her waist and legs was easy for someone like her, who could do splits like a gymnast.

However, because there was a man who was roughly and persistently exploring her curved insides, targeting her weak spots…

Francesca couldn’t withstand the repeated waves of pleasure and let out another moan.

“Hnnnng…!”

Transparent fluid spurted out, and again that foreign sensation surged. Between her moans that spread like stretched tape, the groans of the man gritting his teeth mixed in.

Even during ejaculation, the act of pinning down the other and pressing with body weight didn’t stop. She instinctively tried to escape using her arms, but when her captured wrists were neatly placed above her head, even that became impossible.

The sound of heavy raindrops hitting the window could be heard. The distant sound of waves from the ocean crashing against the coastal cliff and dispersing repeated.

Francesca, pinned underneath and receiving endless pleasure like a waterfall, suddenly parted her lips slightly and spoke.

“Si-Sir Knight…!”

“Yes.”

“Sa-say you, love, me, hah…!”

Say you love me.

Though the sentence wasn’t completed, I understood the meaning.

Gasping for breath, Francesca barely managed to continue.

“Even if, it’s a lie… ri-right, now…!”

“Francesca.”

I held her face and looked straight into her eyes. My hip movements had stopped at some point.

Her unfocused pupils stared into space, then slowly returned at the sound of her name being called softly. Between her half-closed eyes, a pair of violets thoroughly soaked in lust could be seen.

Meeting Francesca’s gaze, I gladly granted her wish.

“I love you.”

Her lips, cracked from emitting only moans, began to move slightly.

“Really…?”

No one knows how long this relationship will last. My kissing her, my mixing bodies with her—these were all results of impulsive decisions.

It wouldn’t be strange if it ended as just one night of passion.

We might bury tonight’s events as a secret between us and return to being colleagues, an intelligence officer and an informant. Francesca is someone who clearly separates work and personal matters.

It was quite curious that such a person would ask me to say I love her.

Was it because she couldn’t resist the surging desire and got caught up in the moment? Or did she genuinely have feelings for me? Or was it a momentary escape to fill an empty heart? I didn’t know.

But right now, there was only one thing I needed to say.

“Yes.”

“……”

“I love you, Francesca.”

Breathing heavily, Francesca gazed at me with dreamy eyes.

Under the faint moonlight, her glistening body trembling, she managed to smile at me, curling the corners of her lips despite the chaotic situation.

That’s when it happened.

-Smooch.

Francesca, who had been pinned down, propped herself up on the bed and kissed me.

A common kiss, just lips touching and parting.

Despite what must have been an uncomfortable position, she willingly raised her body, tilting her head slightly to kiss me.

After the kiss, Francesca strained her cracked throat to speak.

“This moment might disappear like a midsummer night’s dream, and perhaps everything we’ve shared here could be a lie.”

Her eyes curved gently like a crescent moon.

“This moment will never come again. So…”

Smiling broadly like a fully bloomed flower, Francesca finished her sentence.

“Just look at me now.”

“……”

“Tell me you love me.”

I granted her wish.

“I love you, Francesca.”

She smiled and answered.

“Me too, Sir Knight.”

With a face that seemed to have shed a layer, Francesca smiled, lay back down on the bed, and took my hand. Our fingers naturally interlaced.

Looking into her eyes, glistening with what might be love or desire, I put my full weight into mixing our bodies.

Though the rain had stopped and the wind had calmed, making the sea quiet,

In the red-roofed villa built on the coastal cliff, the sounds of heavy rain and rough waves continued to echo.