Only with Your Heart

A fiery knight.

Ruklov no longer remembers who first started calling him that. I feel like a long, long time ago.

Ruklov walked out the darkness of the night as he dragged his own long sword wet in blood.

The woods of the night, bush in pitch black, shake deliberately in the dry wind. Behind an ancient castle, it was in a rough jungle without being cared for.

Even tonight, Ruklov slaughtered the king's political enemies in darkness again. Ruklov killed another man with a family who had hardly ever seen his face and had no grudges whatsoever.

Ruklov rubbed there with his hand and tried to remove the red stain, even though he noticed blood on his chest and knew it was a waste.

Of course, it doesn't fall just by spreading. It was as if it symbolized the current state of Luklov.

Approaching the black sunhorse he had hidden behind the woods, Ruklov touched the saddle with his nogging eyes. The coolness of the veterinary skin is transmitted to my fingers.

Once, there was a lover who would always ride here and warm his saddle.

Bad horseback riding, a darling brunette maiden who immediately got drunk with horse swings and booze and made Lucroff hassle. Witches sent from different worlds to destroy evil dragons.

Luklov's lover.

Junma roughs his nose and tries to slip away by twisting his neck as if he had perceived Ruklov's empty heart. Such a horse lover's trick did not bring any comfort to Ruklov today.

Thousands of hearts would be cut alive, but my chest wouldn't hurt like this.

"Chizuru"

Ruklov called her name.

If you call me, again, as suddenly as you showed up, you might come back in front of Luklov. Call it in, it might arrive. A God sympathetic to this poor man may show you a piece of mercy.

Even if I don't see you, at least.

At least I wanted to know where she was. Even if they had forgotten their promise to live together and had returned to the other world, I want to know that they were safe.

Or worst case scenario... if, as many of my people are in danger, that night, the beast had attacked me and scattered my life without leaving any bones... I wanted to put up a grave full of shapes and end up next to it myself.

But Luklov doesn't know anything.

The only hope was the unforgettable promise the king had made to Luklov.

The prophet and the doer, kept by the king, that he mentioned the time and place of the summons of the thousand cranes, may find out her whereabouts… now he clings to the promise that is only vain, and lives like a wreck (murmur) just breathing, desperately holding the flame of hope that is going to disappear.

Three more years.

"Chizuru..."

No matter how much you called it, there was no answer. Three years. Ruklov's mind was the limit. I can't stand any more.

I just didn't know Luklov yet at that time.

This hell goes on even further. Long enough to remind me of eternity...... fourteen years. Ruklov has survived a hell of a loneliness.

Ruklov woke up to a tiny noise that he couldn't hear unless his ears were clear.

When eyelids are opened on the bedside and blinked several times, a dark blue, aya-woven cloth spread over the four columns is visible in the sight.

Time is only late at night...... I wondered why I woke up and immediately slipped my hand over the sheet to try to make sure I was supposed to be next door warm.

But it was hollow there.

Ruklov got his upper body up quickly.

"Chizzle?"

A cracked voice pounds my throat enough to make me sad myself. My heart rang as soon as I could, and I felt my blood draw from my face.

While in the master bedroom of a giant castle where he ruled as Duke, Ruklov was drank with terrible anxiety, as if he had been left on a shaky and unreliable bridge at his feet.

The fireplace is still burning and dull, giving the bedroom a slight light.

"Chizuru!"

Repeating its name like a fool's memory, anxiety deepened rather than disappeared. Chizuru? Why aren't you here......

Ruklov ripped off the sheet he had hung from his hips down and got off the sleeping table and stood up. Thousand cranes. You must have been dreaming. Cursed past, dark and lonely dreams.

It's a dream.

Then,

"What's the matter, Luklov?

A thousand cranes with a surprised face came out the door leading to her little room. He has long silky hair, white and thin sleeping clothes, and a hanging cloth dyed in the pale is grasped on his hands.

"It was a little chilly, so I thought I'd bring this..."

After that, Chizuru stuck his breath, stiff on the spot and stared seriously at Luklov.

Luklov doesn't know what look he was on.

I'm just certain it wasn't something serene. By the way, Ruklov looked like a piece of shit.

"Lucro...... Yikes!

Luklov sealed the thousand cranes he had been trying to walk over with a quick move of war. Leaping in front of her in an instant and lifting her luxurious limb slightly, she presses its back hard against the stone wall.

Chizuru, sandwiched behind the wall and in front of him by Luklov, swayed his eyes at rest.

Ruklov held Chizuru against the wall as he twisted down, blocking his trembling lips with a murky mouth. Luklov was so hungry that he couldn't even feel sorry for sucking up the exhale that leaked out of Chizuru's mouth.

Through a thin sleeping fabric, the soft flesh of a thousand cranes tends to Ruklov's chest. Ruklov's lower abdomen let him be so ferociously powerful as to look at it.

On a night like this, which is still occasional, Ruklov did not graciously hold the thousand cranes.

Ruklov quickly turned the long skirt part of his sleeping clothes and slid his fingers into the secretary of Thousand Cranes at the base of both legs. Biki and her body bounce. It was obvious that I wasn't ready yet.

But Ruklov couldn't wait.

"Ahhhh... ahhh..."

Poke the stump in the most susceptible petal hard, not yet wet. In the days of pain and comfort, Chizuru was desperately accepting Ruklov's overly acute caress as he closed his eyes.

Chizuru had dropped the hanging cloth on the floor and was about to cling to Ruklov's shoulder, but the movement was unreliable enough to induce pity because his hands were trembling.

Ruklov continued his invasion of the secret with one hand, using his lower abdomen to push the thousand cranes against the wall, while the other hand pulled down his sleeping chest.

When his stiff chest appeared, Ruklov began to irritate the protrusion with his tongue, turning his mouth to devour one of them.

"Hih... oh... ahhh..."

There was no escape in Chizuru, and he was taking it all with a thin body that shook Ruklov's fierceness.

I can't loosen it... add or subtract it.

The beast in Luklov is looking for something even rougher in front of a thousand cranes that can be caressed too intensely. Ruklov's pussy had already become as hard as a sword, and he greedily kept waiting for the moment to make Chizuru confound.

I noticed her body and couldn't even afford to carry her to the bedroom.

As Luklov chops Chizuru's sleeping clothes vertically from his chest to the hem of his skirt, a thin white cloth spreads to his feet like scattered petals. Leaving Chizuru's back pressed against the wall, Ruklov broke into her.

"Oh...... Huh!

Though the inside of the thousand cranes was not yet wet, the hot meat walls embraced and wrapped Luklov's to the end.

Feeling the relief of Tsukanoma, Ruklov nods his face at Chizuru's neck and holds her even more. They were both sweating their skin and breathing roughly on their shoulders.

Depression too hard here would be hard on Chizuru.

I know......

I know... but...

On a night like this, which I still visit from time to time, Ruklov could only hold to take a thousand cranes. Like shaking off the cries of the past. Let the wrath and solitude of fourteen years of savagery and madness be unleashed in the midst of a thousand cranes.

Chizuru opened his eyes softly, and when he read such a look on Lucrov's face, he nodded snugly at the chisel.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

Now I can only be sweet to Chizuru, who understands and accepts everything, but Luklov can only release the suffering.

Luklov poked up a thousand cranes with stone walls on his back with fierce roughness. The thin limbs shake considerably and flirt with the intense movements of Ruklov.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh..."

I didn't even think I could finish him right away.

Full of Luklov's thoughts, no matter how much he conquers the midst of a thousand cranes, it's still not enough...... more, more mean and greedy. In a thousand cranes that gradually get wet, it makes them even more bloody, thick and stiff.

I could only caress him enough to suck his chest protrusion, and Ruklov even snatched a thousand cranes.

Chizuru embraces it and clutches to Luklov's shoulder as he leaks a sob. It's as if it's sweet on Ruklov, the invader. Without even knowing how fierce the demons in Ruklov are. No, Chizuru knows, and he's welcoming that in?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

Ruklov just kept crawling crazy for Thousand Cranes. That was all I could do.