The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 3: That Was Big Too (1) (M)

Kyle pressed his mouth firmly against my most sensitive area, letting out a wet, lewd sound as he began to suck. His hands spread my outer lips apart, exposing the delicate folds beneath, and he lapped at them as though savoring honey.

With painstaking attention, he ran his tongue along each fold, his movements alternating between soft, teasing flicks and firm, deliberate strokes. The unpredictable rhythm sent jolts of sensation through me, making my body tremble. I felt a shallow twitch ripple through the entire area, as if responding involuntarily to his touch.

A dull, aching heat spread from just below my navel down to where his mouth worked, a persistent throb that I couldn’t ignore.

Something about this… felt undeniably strange, overwhelming, unfamiliar in a way I couldn’t explain.

“K-Kyle, I… I mean…”

Ever since coming to the palace, I’d had a vague sense that a day like this might eventually come. And when Kyle had claimed he needed to neutralize the potion’s effects with his tongue, I’d braced myself for something… but actually facing it now left me overwhelmed.

Everything about this was unfamiliar, unsettling, and impossibly intense. Fear bubbled up, and I reflexively tried to wiggle my legs, struggling to close them even slightly in a desperate attempt to slow his relentless invasion.

“Th-that’s… dirty… Stop… ngh!” I whimpered, my voice breaking as the sensations overtook me.

“So what?”

Kyle showed no hesitation as his hands roughly spread me open, exposing everything to his relentless attention. Without a moment’s pause, he latched onto the topmost part, drawing my clit into his mouth and sucking hard.

The sudden surge of sensation sent a bolt of pleasure radiating through my entire body, centered in the vagina of my being. My thighs trembled involuntarily, my hips bucking off the bed as though trying to escape—or perhaps chase after—the overwhelming stimulation.

“Ah! Nngh! Hah… Kyle, stop…!”

Ignoring my cries, Kyle pressed down firmly on my inner thighs, keeping me pinned in place as he continued.

Slurp, suck, smack. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room as he worked relentlessly, his tongue flicking and swirling while his lips created a powerful suction.

“If a filthy bastard wants to do something dirty,” he murmured between licks, his voice muffled and dark, “then let him.”

“Ahh! N-no, stop—ah! Hngh, please…!”

Each time Kyle sucked on my clit, bursts of light seemed to explode behind my tightly shut eyes. My hips and legs twitched involuntarily, my body completely beyond my control. The muscles of my vagina clenched painfully, causing a deep, aching sensation, while the inner walls of that most sensitive place pulsed desperately.

I could feel wetness flowing down, soaking the area between my thighs and dampening the skin below.

This feeling—it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The tingling, electric heat that coursed through my lower body felt as though it was burning every nerve ending. The sensation of liquid seeping freely, unrelated to any cycle or natural explanation, left me even more disoriented.

“T-that’s not… what I meant… You’re misunderstanding—ah! Nghh!”

Desperately, I wriggled my hips in an attempt to escape Kyle’s overwhelming attention, but all it earned me was his rough fingers pinching my sensitive clit along with the surrounding flesh.

The sharp, stinging pleasure made me cry out, my inner walls fluttering helplessly as my body betrayed me once again.

In that moment, I felt a warm gush escape me, trickling down to soak the area below.

“You still want to treat me like a kid, don’t you?” Kyle murmured, his voice low and almost mocking.

His hot tongue dragged slowly upward, licking from my perineum to the trembling entrance of my vagina, spreading his saliva as he went. The wet heat of it made my entire body jolt, my nerves set alight by the sensation.

“I’ve been patient, haven’t I? Haven’t I waited long enough?” he continued, his tone dark and loaded with meaning.

“Ahh… ngh… it feels… strange… so strange…!”

Slurp, suck, smack, slurp. Kyle’s lips latched onto the spot just below my entrance, drawing in the slick wetness pooling there with a loud, greedy sound. He drank it in as if it were water from an oasis after a long drought, his mouth moving with fervent hunger as though he intended to delve deeper into me entirely.

As if that weren’t enough, his fingers returned to my swollen clit, pinching and twisting it much like he had done to my nipples earlier. The sharp twinge of pain was quickly swallowed by an intense, electrifying heat that radiated through me. With every pulse of sensation, more of the betraying fluid seeped from within me, pooling at the entrance of my vagina.

Kyle’s crimson tongue darted inside, exploring the soft, sensitive inner folds and swirling along the tender ridges of my entrance. He left nothing untouched, his every movement deliberate and ravenous, as though trying to consume every drop I produced.

“Haah… it’s sweeter than I expected,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, filled with a dark satisfaction.

“Kyle, please… stop… ah!” I cried out, the protest slipping into a moan as another wave of pleasure overtook me.

“I knew it,” he replied, smirking at me. “I knew you’d end up liking this too.”

Overwhelmed by the relentless sensations, I reflexively reached down to push Kyle’s head away, desperate to escape the overpowering pleasure. But before I could, his free hand caught mine, intertwining our fingers in an unyielding grip.

With his other hand, he continued to spread me open, fully exposing every part of me to his unrelenting attention. His tongue and lips worked tirelessly, feasting on my most sensitive places.

Each time the tip of his sharp nose pressed against my swollen clit—now aching and throbbing from the constant stimulation—my body jolted involuntarily. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth against my entrance only grew louder as he sucked and licked with abandon. Slurp, smack, squelch.

And then, as if he weren’t satisfied with what he’d already taken, Kyle pushed his tongue past the opening of my vagina, delving inside.

The sensation was utterly foreign, the slick, textured muscle exploring the delicate, ridged walls of my inner depths. It felt as though he intended to claim every last drop of the betraying fluid that seeped from me, his movements deliberate and insatiable.

It was too much—his relentless hunger, the overwhelming heat pooling deep inside me, and the intimacy of being so completely consumed by him.

Kyle’s fingers interlocked with mine tightened further, his grip unrelenting. The pressure was so strong that my fingers bent back uncomfortably, and my joints ached from the strain. My free hand, useless and trembling, clawed at the sheets as tears spilled from my eyes.

All I could do was let out broken, hiccupping sobs, my voice too weak and breathless to form coherent words. My head lolled back, my gasping breaths catching painfully in my throat.

It felt like my body was no longer my own, completely overtaken by the sensations that Kyle forced upon me. My legs, which lay limply on either side of him, trembled uncontrollably. Every time he moved, the seaLyng heat burning between my thighs seemed to spread further, trickling down to my knees and even my feet, making my toes curl tightly in response.

And then, amidst my dazed, chaotic thoughts, I heard his voice.

“Lyn.”

Kyle finally lifted himself from between my legs, his lips glistening with a mix of fluids—whether his saliva or my essence, I couldn’t tell. The vivid redness of his mouth, slick and swollen from his actions, only added to the debauched air about him.

Kneeling upright, he gazed down at me, his sharp crimson eyes raking over my disheveled state. My legs, robbed of any strength, remained splayed apart, too weak or numb to close. Despite the shame bubbling within me, I could do nothing but lay there, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.

Even worse, I could feel the faint twitching of my entrance, as if my body itself lamented the sudden absence of his touch. The realization made my face burn with humiliation, yet I could only gasp shallowly, my hands trembling as they grasped at nothing for stability.

Kyle’s gaze lingered, drinking in every detail of my vulnerable form. The heat of desire still shimmered in his red eyes, but now there was something else—a strange glint of triumph, or perhaps satisfaction, that made my skin prickle under the weight of his scrutiny.

“You know something?” Kyle asked, his voice low and laden with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

“…What?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve imagined this moment so many times,” he said, his tone carrying a rawness that sent a shiver down my spine.

Looking at him now, it was clear that what filled his face wasn’t just lust—it was something far deeper. His flushed cheeks, reddened further beneath his eyes, and the way his chest rose and fell with every ragged breath all spoke of unrestrained desire and overwhelming emotion.

The way his gaze roamed over me, taking in every detail, reminded me of a dream I’d had my first night in the palace—a dream that, in hindsight, I wasn’t sure had been a dream at all.

And now, Kyle’s crimson eyes settled once again between my legs, staring at the most vulnerable part of me with a fixation so intense it felt like a physical touch. The faint twitching of my entrance, which seemed to respond to his gaze alone, only made the situation more unbearable.

I’m going crazy…

Kyle swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as a low groan slipped through his clenched teeth. His hand moved to the belt of his nightgown, undoing it with a deliberate slowness.

As the fabric parted, he pushed his underwear down to his thighs, exposing himself fully.

What emerged made my breath catch in my throat.

The sight of it—his arousal—was staggering. Thick and dark, its sheer size seemed almost unreal, like something exaggerated or impossible.

For a moment, all I could do was stare, my heavy eyelids snapping wide open in shock.

That… that can’t be real.

Though Kyle had spent more than five nights holding me close while pleasuring himself, this was the first time I’d actually seen him. I’d felt its presence against my thighs and hips before, realizing it was anything but ordinary, but seeing it now was entirely different.

It was enormous—both in length and girth—and undeniably intimidating. The bulbous, mushroom-shaped head was taut with arousal, glistening with pre-release. Veins ran along the length of the shaft, throbbing visibly, as if pulsing with a life of their own.

My breath hitched, and I felt the blood drain from my face, leaving me cold and lightheaded.

He’s planning to… use that? On me?

I had known Kyle was no longer the boy I once raised. When he had stormed into my home that day, his towering height and broad frame had made that clear. I had accepted that he was now a full-grown man, brimming with the vitality of youth.

But now, seeing that—its sheer size and presence—I was struck with a new understanding: Kyle wasn’t just a man. He was something far beyond ordinary, a being that seemed to eclipse all others.

The realization hit harder than when I’d seen his crimson eyes, sharper than when I’d watched him command his knights with ease, and even more profoundly than when I’d walked through the grand gardens and stared up at the imposing spires of his palace.

My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, the sound loud in the silence of the room. My heart raced erratically, each beat thundering in my chest as I struggled to process what was in front of me.

Kyle closed his eyes momentarily, his expression raw and unguarded as he exhaled a heated breath. His hand moved slowly along the massive length, stroking himself deliberately. The motion made the shaft twitch slightly, and clear fluid gathered at the slit of the swollen tip, catching the light as it glistened.

As if sensing my gaze, his eyes opened again, the deep red of his irises locking onto me.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and reassuring, though the underlying hunger in it made my skin prickle. “I’m not going to put it in right away.”

His lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, and he swept a lock of hair from his face, tucking it back with a graceful motion. For a moment, his entire visage was laid bare—the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the powerful structure of his jaw, the proud, unyielding slope of his nose. Every detail of his face spoke of a strength and beauty that matched the overwhelming masculinity of his body.

“Lin…”

Kyle stroked the thick length of his arousal lazily, his hand gliding up and down as he leaned forward. He rested his cheek against my trembling thigh, nuzzling it with a softness that starkly contrasted the sheer intensity of his presence.

“If you knew just how filthy and depraved my thoughts about you are… and how long I’ve had them…” he murmured, his voice low, yet tinged with something almost playful, as if daLyng me to imagine it.

Through the valley of my heaving chest, I met his gaze. His crimson eyes, darker and more muted than usual, burned with an unrestrained desire that made my breath catch.

“You wouldn’t be able to treat me like a kid anymore,” he said, his tone lilting like a teasing child’s, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed nothing but pure, raw lust.

Despite the coyness of his words, his gaze remained locked on me, heavy and dripping with intent. Slowly, he extended his tongue, its broad surface glistening as he leaned closer.

Then, just as before, he dragged it up along my most sensitive spot, tracing my slit with deliberate, unrelenting pressure.

“Hnnngh…!”

The sensations were overwhelming, far more intense than before. Having already experienced the heights of pleasure once, every inch of my sensitive flesh—my entrance, the delicate folds of my inner lips, and the swollen nub at the peak—responded to Kyle’s touch with unbearable sharpness.

It felt as though every movement of his tongue scraped against the tender nerves, each taste bud dragging heat and electricity over the most vulnerable parts of me. His hand, firm and steady, used his index and middle fingers to spread me wide, exposing me further to his relentless attention. His tongue worked methodically, rubbing and lapping with purpose, while his other hand moved to stroke his thick shaft, the obscene sounds of his slick movements filling the air.

“And to think…” he murmured between strokes of his tongue, his voice husky and dripping with depravity, “…how many times I’ve dreamed of this. Spreading your legs just like this… and sucking you until you couldn’t breathe anymore…”

Kyle’s movements were relentless, a maddening mix of precision and hunger. It was impossible to tell if his goal was to bring me to the peak of pleasure, to draw out every last ounce of my composure, or to satisfy his own insatiable desire.

Each time his lips pressed against me, his shoulders and curved back rose and fell in sync with the ragged breaths escaping him. His unfiltered groans—Kuh, nghh—brushed against the wet curls of my mound, sending tiny shivers through my overly sensitive skin.