The Lady Of The Red Moon (13)

“I’ve wondered for a long time. If the Demon King and his demons live openly on this land, wouldn’t there be a god as well?”

Kaiston left Aaron outside and walked into the temple with Liris. Before entering, Liris took off her cap, tinted glasses and mask, and put them in her jacket’s pocket. The interior of the temple was as vast as its dizzyingly high ceiling, so they had to walk a long way in to reach the innermost part.

Light streaming in from somewhere caught and glittered off tiny particles floating in the temple. Although it was clear no one had cared for it in a long time, there was no sense of decay. A holy hush filled the temple that made one naturally hold their breath.

At the very back of the temple they reached a circular fountain in the center where water still bubbled up, and further in there was a wide dais. The ceiling above that dais was open and round, letting sunlight pour in.

“I don’t know which god this temple belongs to, but I buried my subordinates behind this temple. If there is a god, I prayed to lead their souls to a good place and begged even to a nameless one.”

“Master…”

“That’s all I could do, always.”

Liris reached out and took his large hand. She quietly looked up at his calmly gleaming violet eyes.

“Your prayers were heard by them as well. I believe the souls of the many soldiers and knights who tried to protect this land are now resting in a beautiful place.”

“…I wonder.”

Kaiston stared up in silence at the temple ceiling through which the light poured for a long time.

“Liris.”

Kaiston turned his body toward her.

“You are one who receives a god’s love. So can you answer me?”

“……”

Not knowing what he would say, Liris looked at him silently.

“Will I, too, ever be able to rest in the arms of a god?”

Liris stiffened at the unexpected question.

“There are many times I want to put everything down and rest. But if I die, who will protect the Red Moon and my knights?”

For the first time, he voiced the thoughts that had occupied a corner of his heart.

“If I die…”

No matter how strong he was, the Red Moon stood too close to death. One could never know when and how his life might end. But he intended to keep protecting the Red Moon until the day he met death.

“Would anyone pray for my rest? Would there be someone to bury me and remember me?”

His face was as usual and his tone calm, but Liris thought he looked deeply troubled.

“Master…”

So, without thinking, Liris hugged him.

“I’m here, you know.”

She was too small to fully enfold him even though she wanted to embrace him.

“I will remember you and pray for you.”

He gave a bitter smile at her words and comfort. He lightly stroked her platinum hair.

“Yes.”

His hands wrapped around her shoulders and waist.

“You are here.”

He kissed her round forehead.

‘Liris, would you remain by my side even after you are no longer my slave? Would you remember me? Even if sent to someone else, would you give your body, call them ‘Master’ and show your pretty smile?’

His chest throbbed with an inexplicable pain.

The arms that held her tightened.

“If the gods answer my prayers.”

Kaiston looked down at her with yearning eyes.

“Will you stay by my side forever too?”

Without waiting for her answer he suddenly lifted her and placed her on the innermost dais. Her oversized jacket slipped off under his touch and fell beside the dais. The thick scarf, the knit sweater, the padded pants—one by one they were removed until only her underwear remained. And he left even that behind.

Sitting naked on the temple’s white dais with her legs down, she was not just beautiful but almost sacred, like the most cherished masterpiece a supreme god had modeled after itself. In the pouring light her platinum hair dazzled and her gleaming bare body sparkled like a jewel.

Kaiston’s violet eyes darkened as he stared at her as if spellbound. He could not bring himself to touch her further and his arms fell weakly.

‘You are so noble and beautiful, and I am soaked in blood and reek. I, who am a slaveowner, trampled on your purity and tried to possess you. And yet, to you. To you.’

‘I.’

‘Want you to remember me.’

‘Want you to think of me as special.’

‘I am hoping for your heart.’

‘What a filthy desire it is.’

“Master…”

Liris reached out her hand to him. She moved her small soft hand to touch Kaiston’s, who stood with a dark expression.

“Master…?”

She strained to lift his heavy arms and then held them carefully with both of her hands.

“Liris.”

A bitter smile crossed Kaiston’s lips.

“I feel like I’m dragging you… into the mire.”

He lifted his other hand that wasn’t held and gently stroked Liris’s cheek.

“I’m defiling your purity.”

Liris opened her eyes wide and looked at him. He wore a pained expression. It was the opposite, though—the one who had tempted the isolated man and tried to seize and shake his heart had been her. His purity was no different from that of a seventeen-year-old boy; he couldn’t even suspect such dark feelings. It was a pitiable, almost sinful innocence. The sight of this beastly man so shaken was pitiful.

“Master…”

Liris’s voice trembled faintly. She would trample his purity. Guilt and a strange exhilaration coexisted.

“As you said, Master, you have corrupted me.”

‘It wasn’t you who corrupted me but the other way around. When you learn my true intentions, it will already be impossible to turn back—I must have you, your heart. If I cannot, nothing will remain for me.’

“You’ll take responsibility to the end, won’t you?”

In the guise of the most beautiful and noble saint, she seduced him. Moisture glistened in her amber eyes. She placed his held hand on her inviting breast.

She stared straight into his violet eyes. There was terrible guilt in them, and dark desire. Just his gaze made her feel violated again and again. Her heart raced wildly. Her whole body grew hot and her secret area between her legs grew wet.

“Liris.”

His voice, terribly low, made her breath hitch. He took a step closer. An overwhelming authority, the kind you see in rulers, made her whole body tremble. As he pressed closer, her knees naturally parted. Seated on the dais, her vantage was higher than usual; with just a slight lift of her head she could look into his fevered violet eyes.

He withdrew the hand she had placed on her breast and planted it on the dais. Then his hand slipped down from her cheek. His fingertips traced her lips, her slender jaw, the delicate curve of her neck, and slowly traveled down the valley between her rounded breasts.

“Don’t regret this.”

“Ah.”

She had been the tempter, but for some reason, his voice shook her to the core. A bad premonition rose. When he showed weakness, was that her last chance not to be taken by him? Had she been the one trapped rather than him? No, that’s impossible. He knew nothing. He really knew nothing…

He bent his head and gently took her lower lip between his. His half-lidded violet eyes drank in the light pouring from the ceiling. He nibbled her lips and then gave them a quick taste with his tongue.

At the same time his hand, which had touched between her parted legs, slipped between her already wet petals.

“Ah…”

As a spontaneous moan escaped and her lips parted, his tongue invaded in an instant. He tilted her head slightly to fully smother her breath and took over her mouth. She, without realizing, clutched his lapel as if clinging.

The woman in his hand, driven by the thrilling stimulation, kept secreting juices. He gently rubbed her hidden jewel with his palm and with his index and middle fingers pushed into her secret place together.

“Ugh…”

Even the wet, lewd sounds didn’t feel shameful; she was dazed. He stirred inside her, stimulating the inner walls, thrusting in and out roughly, and forcing open the narrow entrance.

He swallowed each moan she made, tangled and tormented her tongue until she couldn’t bear it. Her mind began to whiten and her breath came fast.

“Hng…”

In the tsunami-like pleasure that crashed over her, her whole body tightened and she clenched as if to squeeze out the fingers still inside. His strong arms wrapped around her trembling body and supported her. He watched her panting in his embrace without taking his eyes off her for a moment. He wanted to dishevel her more, to make her cry out, to both cherish and ruin her—this conflicting desire seized him.

With no time to undress further, he opened his belt and zipper. Then, wrapping her parted legs around his waist, he plunged into her in a single motion.

“Hah…!”

Her body, still trembling from climaxes not long past, reacted to his violent entry and softened around him. Her maddeningly soft, hot interior stole his reason.

With motions that withdrew fully then drove in to the root, she couldn’t think at all. Her body, thoroughly tamed by him, quivered in rapture and accepted him.

“Ah, uugh, Master…”

Pleasure overflowed. As she was ravished and moaned on the temple dais, lewdness and the sanctity of a saint coexisted in her.

His movements—filling her, scraping her inner walls, thrusting back and forth—offered no mercy. Holding her waist firmly to keep her from pulling away, he gave his woman unbearable pleasure.

A shudder starting from her lower belly spread through her body in an instant.

“Aaah…!”

Into the tightening grip of her interior, he poured himself. As the hot seed spread, she trembled and held her breath. He wrapped her in his strong arms.