In a certain sense, Raven was important to Arabella.
In times of peace, one needs only money when venturing into the world; in times of chaos, one must carry weapons.
When Arabella walked alone, she needed no weapon—she herself was a weapon of tremendous lethality.
But what she planed required more than just her own strength.
At such moments, Raven's importance became ever clearer.
Arabella always believed that a weapon should be imposing, awe-inspiring, shaking the heavens and earth; but on the other hand, even a weapon required careful maintenance.
Only with proper care can a weapon served its true purpose.
Arabella glanced at Raven's cock, her mind sharpening like a blade.
She lay there, one hand propped beneath her head, the other lazily swaying a bottle of liquor, her posture casual and relaxed.
As the night grew cooler, she wore a black, tight-fitting tank top, the camouflage jacket loosely draped, half open, revealing her delicate, pale skin beneath. Her eyes sparkled like starlight in the dark, exuding an effortless sensuality.
After speaking, Arabella didn't think herself provocative, but Raven, already stirred, felt a renewed pressure building within him.
Yet, Raven did not move.
He deeply remembered Arabella's words—he was unworthy.
The question itself seemed trivial, as casual as asking if he had eaten; there was nothing else behind it, nothing more than a simple inquiry into whether he wished to resolve things himself.
But it was her subsequent actions that left him shaken.
Arabella moved swiftly, immediately flipping onto Raven, who, when facing her, was entirely unprepared for any defense.
He lay flat on his back, allowing Arabella to straddle his waist.
Arabella leisurely reached out, unzipping his jacket, gradually revealing his sun-kissed skin. His body was one honed by real combat, muscles forged through actual struggle—far removed from the inflated, superficial muscles gained from mere fitness training. Therefore, beneath his close-fitting tank top, the lines of his muscles were smooth and fluid, carrying a tensile strength, with not a trace of excess flesh.
After pulling off his coat, Arabella's hands continued to do evil by lowering his zipper and pulling down his underwear to halfway, and his genitals practically jumped out immediately, looking formidable.
As much as he could feel Arabella's fingers stroking his body through her shirt, her fingers were cool and seemed to be exploring her or teasing and caressing her.
He almost held his breath, feeling how close Arabella was, how intimately she pressed against him.
Under the seductive allure of her body, his soul was trembling.
Arabella followed the well-defined abdominal muscles down to the already rock-hard, excitedly exuding sticky fluid penis.
Then, she lifted the bottle, took a swig of liquor, and lowered her head to capture Raven's lips.
She kissed him deeply, their lips intertwining, mingling in a tangled embrace.
Raven lost control and returned Arabella's kiss with equal fervor. He suddenly sat up, swiftly shedding his clothes and tossing them aside. One hand gripped her slender waist, while the other cupped the back of her head, gently pressing her lips to his. His tongue traced the outline of her lips before mingling with hers, their tongues entwining in a passionate kiss that seemed endless, a storm of desire that neither could resist.
The two of them sat facing each other, with Arabella's legs spread wide apart to their fullest extent. When they were in bed, Arabella was always open-minded and would adopt any position without feeling that she was in a disadvantageous position.
Raven's scorching dick was grinding against the inner thigh, the slippery sensation causing him to grit his teeth and push in a bit further, grinding directly against the center of the vagina.
Arabella leaned back on Raven's hands, resting his elbows on his thigh, and tilted his head back, revealing a stretch of delicate, pale neck. She spoke in a suggestive tone, her voice lazily inflected, adding to the urge to crush her completely.
Raven tried everything but never reached the final step. He paced outside, rubbing his penis against her cautiously, more like masturbating than anything else.
*
Arabella narrowed her eyes slightly, waiting for Raven's explanation.
"Master Unknown, you're still injured."
Indeed, Arabella's injury was still fresh. The day before, in the village, Raven had stood guard at the door, his gaze falling upon her as she sat with her legs apart, gently tending to herself. A piece of cloth stained red with blood lay beside her.
He could see clearly that the entrance to the vagina was swollen and red, with torn marks, indicating that she had suffered a lot at the hands of AE.
He knew that Arabella cared nothing for the pain, nor did she value the fragility of her own flesh.
Yet, he felt both pity and affection, his heart aching with frustration. He would rather endure the unbearable pain himself than see Arabella's injury worsen.
At his words, Arabella paused, locking her gaze with Raven. A smile played at the corners of her lips, her eyes and mouth both alight with amusement.
She reached out, cradling Raven's head, her fingers brushing through his stubbled hair. In a soft voice, she murmured, "My Raven is truly wonderful. Let me help you."
When Arabella opened her mouth to take in his impressive sexual organ, Raven suddenly tightened his hands, let out a muffled groan, and was almost overcome by a storm of emotions, causing his body to sway with the dual stimulation of alcohol and moisture, even his penis underneath him.
"Arabella—" It was a call as if carved from his very soul, as though it were drawn from the blood of his own life.
Arabella's mouth sex skill was certainly not the best, but she really didn't have the shy and demure attitude.
She used her hands and mouth to manipulate the sex organ, sucking it with relish and feeling the excitement in the balls jump as she took it deep down her throat, the sticky fluid oozing out.
Raven had always prided himself on his endurance, his ability to withstand. But now, in Arabella's presence, he found himself defenseless, as though stripped of all armor, like petals scattered in the wind, helpless and undone.
When he ejaculated, it was almost like a spray, with one ejaculation following another, and the intense pleasure of orgasm momentarily disoriented his mind, which was a fatal mistake that a skilled person could never afford to make.
But in that moment, he truly thought to himself that this life might very well be surrendered into Arabella's hands.
Arabella took a drink of wine to rinse her mouth, and when she saw that his penis had subsided but was still semi-hard, she chuckled and casually said, "Okay, we still have to travel tomorrow, so take it easy."
Raven, utterly dazed, hadn't yet regained his composure. He simply lay still, throwing all his passion into the air and said, "Master Unknown, I love you."
Arabella didn't understand how heavy the word "love" truly was.
To her, it carried the same weight as making love—light as a feather, something that was done and forgotten, heard and counted, leaving no trace.
She smiled and pulled Raven into her embrace, just as she had when she first picked him up as a child.
She responded carelessly, "Alright, I know you love me. My Raven has grown up, now he can talk about love."
Though Arabella's embrace was warm and soft, Raven still let out a silent sigh.
He knew Arabella didn't understand, and he was helpless, at a loss for what to do.
Arabella has always leaned toward a beastly nature when it comes to emotions. Though she drapes herself in the guise of a human, the void in her heart remains impossible to conceal.
He knew, of course, that Arabella was using him. But without this use, he wouldn't even be able to stay by her side.
He didn't know how brutally bloody it would be if all this were laid bare.
Raven spent the night without dreams, for this was the first time since his adulthood that he had fallen asleep so closely with Arabella.
He fell into a deep sleep, genuinely letting down his guard.
Beside Arabella, he was always that child, seeing Arabella, who was of the same age as he once was, smiling as she reached out her hand to claim him.
When the morning light finally broke, Raven awoke, only to find Arabella gone. A sudden pang gripped his heart, and without hesitation, he sprang to his feet and dashed out of the tent.
The morning light spread across the sky, and the mist in the mountains rose, with the sea of clouds rolling.
Arabella had obviously already washed up and was now in high spirits, with an ammunition belt wrapped around her waist, bullets gleaming coldly.
When Raven emerged from the tent, Arabella waved at him with a smile, "Come on, wash up and eat."
With each passing dawn and dusk, Raven kept his gaze firmly locked on Arabella.
In this moment, he deeply realized that one day, he would risk everything for this woman, even his life.
