TGW Chapter 38 Part 6 (Mature)

 

His eyes deepened as he looked at her. He took her hand from his cheek and kissed her palm. In an instant, he captured her lips, taking her by surprise. Sienna instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

This kiss was different from the one they had shared earlier, covered in sand. Now, in the safety and privacy of the cave, she felt his warmth and scent more intensely, drawing her in. It was intoxicating, like a potent aphrodisiac.

He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth as if trying to devour her entirely. Her head tilted back as he took full control, and she surrendered to him, helpless to resist the sensation.

“Mmm…”

The friction of his hot tongue sent electric jolts of pleasure through her. She let out a soft moan from deep in her throat, her fingers trembling as they gripped his shoulders. The tingling sensation spread through her arms.

Kuhn’s hand supported her as her body leaned back. His grip on her neck and upper back kept her steady, and despite the intensity of the moment, she felt safe in his embrace.

She felt like a delicate doll. But she didn’t mind being ‘a woman’ only in his presence. Just as she knew that Kuhn became ‘a man’ only for her.

Her back pressed against something solid. She realized she was now sandwiched between the cave wall and Kuhn’s body. His hand cradled the back of her head, protecting her from the hard stone. But she barely noticed, too lost in the intensity of his kiss.

He finally released her lips, only to bite her earlobe gently and trail kisses down her neck. His lower body pressed firmly between her legs, rubbing against her intimately.

“Ah…”

Through the thin fabric of her underwear, she could feel his arousal, hard and unyielding. Even without looking, she could imagine the size and shape of him, vividly recalling their past encounters.

Kuhn’s movements mimicked a thrusting motion, grinding against her sensitive core, each motion sending waves of pleasure through her.

“Mm… ah…”

Still clinging to his neck, she parted her legs wider, craving more of the sensation. Standing on one leg, she wrapped her other around his.

The sticky moisture seeping from between her legs had already dampened her underwear. But it wasn’t enough. She knew what it felt like to have him deep inside her, stretching her, filling her completely, and she wanted it again.

“Ah… Sienna… Sienna…”

His breath was heavy and rough as he nibbled at her neck and whispered her name. One of his hands gripped her buttocks, pulling her hips harder against his own, grinding his arousal more urgently against her.

“Please… faster…”

Sienna arched her back, grinding her hips against Kuhn’s, urging him on. While she relished his slow, deliberate caresses, she craved something more—deeper, more intense. After surviving a brush with death and finally reuniting with her lover, her body had heated up quickly and fully.

Kuhn was just as desperate, his body ablaze with need. His eyes were burning with desire, and her eager response drove him closer to the edge.

He hurriedly pulled down his pants, his already fully erect member springing free. He grabbed her underwear, tearing it off in one swift motion, then pulled her hips toward him. Guiding himself to her entrance, he pushed his hips forward. The head of his manhood found its mark, and he thrust inside in one powerful motion.

“Ahh!”

Sienna gasped and clung to him tightly. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him as he plunged deep within her, the sudden fullness making her tremble. A sharp, almost painful pleasure shot through her, spreading heat across her entire body.

Kuhn let out a low groan, savoring the sensation of her tight warmth enveloping him. The way her body clung to his, squeezing and pulsing, was exquisite. Supporting himself with one hand against the wall behind her, he whispered in a hoarse voice, “Hold on tight.”

“Ahh!”

He withdrew slightly, then drove back into her with force. The rhythm he set was fast and powerful, each thrust sending her body rocking. Sienna could only hold on, wrapping her arms around him and gripping him with all her strength. One of her legs was lifted, hooked around his waist as she balanced precariously on the other. Her toes barely touched the ground, and with each deep thrust, her feet left the floor completely.

The friction of his length rubbing against her inner walls was overwhelming. Each time he pushed inside, her breath hitched, and as he pulled out, her body tingled with the raw, delicious sensation of being stretched and filled.

“Ahh! Kuhn… it’s… too much…” she gasped, her voice shaking with pleasure.

“Not enough?” he murmured, licking her earlobe and sucking on the skin of her neck. The taste of her salty sweat, mixed with the faint traces of sand, was somehow sweeter than honey. She shook her head, unable to form coherent words, overwhelmed by the size and heat of him inside her. She didn’t want him to stop.

The cave filled with the sound of their moans and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Sienna could feel the slickness between her thighs, a mixture of her arousal and sweat, running down her legs. Her body was so sensitive that it felt as though every nerve was alight.

The isolation of the cave added to her exhilaration. The storm outside, with its pounding rain, drowned out the noise they made. They were completely alone, with nothing to hold them back.

“Mmm…!” she moaned, tipping her head back. The pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, sweeping her over the edge. It felt as if she were falling into an abyss, her senses overwhelmed. Her vision blurred as the intensity of her climax overtook her.

Kuhn groaned deeply as he felt her tightening around him. He slowed his pace, thrusting more deliberately, savoring the way her body convulsed and gripped him tighter. With one final thrust, he released inside her, a deep growl escaping his throat as he came. The sensation sent another shiver of pleasure through her, her lower belly tightening as she felt him fill her.

He held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as her body trembled against him. Her head rested on his shoulder, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts.

“Kuhn…” she whispered breathlessly.

“Yeah?” he responded, his voice rough but filled with warmth.

“I really… want to wash up now.”

Kuhn laughed softly, his chest vibrating against her. Even though he had softened slightly, he was still inside her, a palpable presence that made her acutely aware of the intimacy between them. As he slowly pulled out, the combined sensation of their fluids slipping down her thighs was strangely embarrassing.

“I’ll help you wash,” he said.

Carefully, he lowered her to the ground, making sure she was steady on her feet before stripping off the rest of his clothes. Once naked, he lifted her into his arms again, carrying her outside into the pouring rain.

The cold rain hit their skin in sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies, washing away the remnants of their lovemaking along with the sand and sweat. As the rain soaked them through, it felt like a fresh start—an intimate moment shared, followed by the cleansing rush of nature’s downpour.

 

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Sienna woke to the soft sound of rain, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light in the cave. It was morning. Despite the overcast skies, the cave was bright enough for her to see the uneven surfaces of the walls clearly.

“Failed again,” she thought to herself.

Every night before sleeping, she promised herself that she’d wake early and figure out where the light came from. Yet every morning, she woke too late to investigate. As soon as her eyes opened, it was already morning.

Kuhn had explained it once:

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“It’s actually darker now because of the rain. During the dry season, it gets much brighter than this.”

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The cave, despite the occasional fire they lit, was well-ventilated. Smoke from the fire rose up and disappeared through unseen gaps in the ceiling. There must have been ventilation holes somewhere, with angles and structures that allowed airflow but prevented rain from coming in.

“I’ll wake up early tomorrow and figure it out,” she promised herself again, though she wasn’t in a rush. There was plenty of time now, with nothing pressing to do.

As Sienna tried to sit up, she realized she was tightly wrapped in a cloak. She glanced around and, unsurprisingly, found that Kuhn was not there.

“He’s out hunting,” she thought.

Every morning, Kuhn went out hunting at dawn. Before he left, he always wrapped her snugly in the cloak to keep her warm while she slept. He must have lifted her while she was asleep, laying her down in the opened cloak before wrapping her up. Sienna never woke during this process, which surprised her. She had learned that she was quite a deep sleeper—something she hadn’t realized while living in the palace, where no one disturbed her rest.

Wiggling slightly from side to side, she tried to free herself, but the edges of the cloak were pinned beneath her body, making it difficult to unwrap herself.

“What should I do?” she wondered, blinking at her predicament. She could probably roll over entirely to free the cloak, but it seemed like too much effort. The past ten days of living in the cave had completely changed her habits. She had grown comfortable, even lazy, and felt no guilt about it.

There was no one here to scold her for being idle. In fact, she had even forgiven herself for becoming less active. After all, there was little to do anyway.

It had been ten days since the relentless rain had trapped them in the cave, with downpours so heavy that they couldn’t see even a step ahead outside. It was enough to make anyone restless, but both of them had adapted well to cave life.

Kuhn, a seasoned traveler, was used to surviving in harsh environments. What surprised him most was how easily Sienna adapted. He had often expressed concern, telling her not to push herself, but she wasn’t pretending to be fine—she genuinely found cave life manageable.

The cave was an excellent shelter. It had everything they needed except for a stock of food. Sleeping was comfortable, with a thick layer of sand topped by soft hides that made the uneven rock floor feel pleasantly firm yet cushioned. The temperature inside was cool but consistent, a welcome contrast to the drastic day-night temperature swings of the desert.

While they needed fire to keep warm at night, the cave wasn’t freezing, and they still had plenty of dry firewood left. The heavy rain provided ample water for drinking and washing, so they didn’t have to worry about that either.

Food came from Kuhn’s hunting expeditions. He caught red scorpions that lived among the mushroom-shaped rocks, a delicacy Sienna had come to enjoy. Even after ten days of eating scorpions, she didn’t tire of the taste.

Through this unexpected experience, Sienna found herself reflecting on life. She realized how few things were truly necessary for survival. Sleeping well and eating well were enough to bring contentment.

Wrapped in the cloak like a cocoon, Sienna stared at the ceiling. Sleep had eluded her, but she didn’t mind. Back in the palace, even when she had nothing to do, her mind was always active. Thinking and reflecting were important to her, as much as studying.

But now, she found herself doing nothing—thinking of nothing. And yet, she didn’t feel bored or like she was wasting time. Instead, she felt clearer and more at peace, as if letting go was just as important as filling her mind with thoughts.

The sound of footsteps echoed on the stone floor. Kuhn was returning.

“Kuhn,” Sienna called out as soon as she saw him, her voice carrying a slightly playful complaint.

Kuhn placed the scorpions he had caught on the ground and smiled at her.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I couldn’t move because of how tightly you wrapped me up.”

Her complaint was exaggerated, but Kuhn responded with a gentle smile.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He ran a hand through his wet hair. Every time he returned from hunting, his hair was damp. When she asked about his helmet, he mentioned he’d lost it. Knowing that he’d lost it while protecting her made Sienna feel a little guilty whenever she saw his wet hair.

Kuhn quickly removed his armor, stripping down to lighter clothes. He walked over to the wooden board where his clothes were hung, now dry from being washed in the rain the night before. Gathering them, he came back to sit beside Sienna.

“Do you want to sleep a little longer? I’ll wake you when breakfast is ready.”

“I’m getting up.”

Kuhn gently lifted her, helping her sit upright. As he unwrapped the cloak from her, it slipped away, revealing her bare skin underneath.

Her chest was marked with faint red marks. Kuhn hadn’t left such traces before, respecting her status and the fact that she often needed to be presentable for her attendants. But the raw nature of their cave life had loosened his self-control. He had left kisses and bites all over her, his possessiveness satisfied by marking her in a way he never had before.

As Kuhn admired the marks he had left, a spark of desire flickered in his eyes. But without showing his thoughts, he gently pulled her toward him, slipping her arms into a shirt. His self-restraint was intact—for now. After all, they could enjoy breakfast before resuming other activities.

“All done,” he said, fastening the last button of her shirt before planting a light kiss on her lips.

Sienna stared at him, causing his expression to shift into one of concern.

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked.

She shook her head. In truth, her laziness had much more to do with him than anything else. While they had little to do in the cave, it was Kuhn’s constant care that had made her so dependent. Not even her palace attendants had spoiled her like this.

“I’m really fine staying here,” she said. “You don’t have to go out of your way to make me comfortable.”

“I’m not going out of my way. I want to do these things for you.”

“You’re making me lazy. I’m worried I won’t be able to do anything by myself.”

“Don’t worry. This little break won’t change your lifelong habits.”

Kuhn kissed her again, this time just a soft peck on her lips.

‘How wonderful it would be if you really couldn’t do anything without me,’ he thought to himself, though he didn’t say it aloud. He wanted to keep her entirely to himself, but he knew this idyllic life was temporary. It would only last until the rain stopped.

Sienna would want the rain to end soon. Her sense of duty would weigh on her, knowing she had responsibilities waiting. People would be worried about her, and her diplomatic mission had been put on hold.

But Kuhn wished the rain would last forever.

“Aren’t you hungry? Today’s menu is the same as yesterday’s. Still enjoying it?”

“Yes, it’s delicious.”

Sienna glanced at the red scorpion carcasses, noting their various sizes and dismembered forms.

Kuhn had cut off the heads and stingers to quickly end the lives of the resilient scorpions and remove any potential danger from their venom. After ensuring the scorpions were dead and cleaning them thoroughly in the rainwater, he brought them back to the cave. In fact, preparing the scorpions took longer than the actual hunt.

The red scorpions were nocturnal creatures, which was why Kuhn hunted them at dawn. Their bodies were the color of the desert sand, making them difficult to spot, with only their crimson pincers standing out. On average, they were the size of a human forearm. During the day, they hid beneath rocks to escape the heat, which made the mushroom rock formations their main habitat.

Kuhn began preparing the meal. He checked the state of the campfire, which had dwindled to embers. The firewood he had left before heading out had mostly turned to ash.

Despite the good ventilation, it was still a cave, and lighting a large fire recklessly could fill the cave with smoke, posing a risk of suffocation.

Maintaining the right size for the fire required skill and experience, and Kuhn handled this task as well. He tossed some dry firewood onto the embers, and soon, the fire flared up brightly. While the flames grew and settled, he expertly handled the scorpions, using a dagger to slice through their tough exoskeletons.

Sienna scooted closer, watching in fascination as Kuhn dismantled the scorpions with ease. He made it look effortless, cutting through the hard shells and removing the pincers with skill.

But she knew it wasn’t as easy as it looked. After watching him a few times, she had tried it herself and couldn’t even manage to cut through a single pincer. It required both strength and technique.

Once the flames died down to a more manageable size, Kuhn placed the scorpion bodies, now stripped of their shells, onto the fire. The remaining exoskeletons served as natural bowls to cook the meat.

Before long, the flesh inside the scorpion bodies began to sizzle. A rich, buttery aroma filled the air, but with a distinct, unique scent that was hard to describe.

Sienna’s mouth watered as she watched the translucent flesh turn white, signaling that it was ready to eat. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the cooking scorpions.

Kuhn used his dagger to pull the scorpion's body off the fire and set it before her, the dagger acting as a makeshift handle. Sienna grasped the dagger and lifted the body, using the edge of the shell as a spoon to scoop out the cooked meat.

She closed her eyes as she took the first bite, savoring the flavor. It was hard to describe the taste, which melted in her mouth. Despite growing up in the imperial palace, where the finest chefs prepared the best dishes, nothing compared to this.

Sienna finished the scorpion’s body with gusto, even though she was already full. When Kuhn handed her a pincer, she eagerly accepted it. The meat from the pincer was chewier and more flavorful than the body, and she relished every bite.

Kuhn watched her eat with a satisfied smile. Her wide eyes and focused expression clearly conveyed how much she was enjoying the meal. He found her delight utterly adorable.

Once her belly was full, Sienna sat back, patting her stomach contentedly, while Kuhn began his meal. It was now her turn to watch him with the same admiration. She always marveled at his appetite.

‘He eats so much. Is that normal for men?’

Kuhn’s portions were at least double what she ate. She had never cared much about what or how much others ate, but watching him now, she felt a sense of contentment, as though his meal was filling her too.

When the meal was over, Kuhn took care of the cleanup. Sienna lounged on the leather hide, watching him move about the cave. There was something deeply satisfying about seeing such a capable man go about his tasks, especially knowing that he was hers.

Unlike the formal, fully covered attire he wore in the capital, Kuhn’s outfit in the cave was much simpler. When his clothes were drying, he often walked around shirtless.

Though they had spent many nights together, this was the first time she had observed his body so closely over an extended period. A well-built man’s physique was beautiful in an entirely different way from a woman’s.

Sienna knew that not every man’s body could be like his. Kuhn was tall and muscular, yet never seemed clumsy. His body was firm and defined, and the sensation of his chest brushing against hers when he held her was electrifying.

She giggled quietly to herself, sneaking glances at him with a mischievous smile.

After cleaning up, Kuhn returned with dessert: a type of desert plant that only grew in these harsh conditions. Even the desert beasts, like the scorpion, avoided it due to its moisture-rich interior. It was called “Dragon’s Root” by the desert dwellers, and Kuhn had brought back a yellow variety of the plant.

Sienna’s eyes lit up with excitement. While she adored the red scorpions, she also loved the Dragon’s Root, which had a sweet and tangy flavor and was packed with refreshing juices.

Kuhn peeled the tough yellow skin of the plant with his dagger, revealing the tender flesh inside. He cut it into pieces and fed one to her.

Sienna accepted the bites gratefully, much like a baby bird receiving food from its parent. Watching her eat so eagerly filled Kuhn with a warmth that tickled his heart.

With dessert finished, their main task for the morning was complete. In this primitive cave life, nothing was more important than eating.

Afterward, the two of them often sat or lay side by side on the leather hide, talking. Sometimes their conversations were serious, but more often than not, they were lighthearted and easily forgotten.

“Does it always rain this long in the desert?” Sienna asked.

“There’s no set duration. Sometimes it lasts just a few days, and other times it can go on for weeks. But there’s not much difference—it’s either a lot of rain in a short time or a little bit every day for an extended period. The desert gets its entire year’s worth of rain in the wet season.”

“So, what do you think about this rain?”

“It’s been ten days, so it’s not a short period, and the rainfall has been heavy. There might even be flooding.”

“Flooding? In the desert?”

“Yeah, the desert floods too. Right after the rainy season, lakes and rivers appear, but they don’t last long. If the rain stops soon, you’ll get to see it.”

“A river in the desert… That sounds beautiful.”

But in her heart, Sienna secretly wished the rain would continue for a long, long time.

Their conversations often took a sudden turn, heating up unexpectedly. It always started with a kiss. When Kuhn’s kisses moved from her lips to her cheeks, ears, or neck, Sienna could read the desire burning in his eyes.

It was inevitable—two lovers in a secluded cave with nowhere else to go. Sienna didn’t mind, but it was happening more and more frequently. They had lost track of time, eating, sleeping, and indulging in each other’s company day and night. It was such a luxurious, hedonistic routine that she sometimes felt like she was turning into an animal.

“If you could control yourself a little, you’d only need to go hunting every other day,” Sienna teased, indirectly hinting that they had been too indulgent.

“I could hunt twice a day if needed,” Kuhn replied with a grin.

Kuhn's teasing remark earned him a sharp look from Sienna, but he only grinned mischievously, showering her face with kisses. Sienna tried to push him away, laughing as she did, but her resistance didn't last long. Soon, the cave was filled not with laughter but with the sounds of their passion.

With all the worries of the world pushed aside, the two lovers found themselves content, their days filled with nothing but each other.

Three days later, the rain stopped.

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