The Witch Didn’t Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 3: That Was Big Too (2) (M)

Every exhale of his warm breath teased my heightened nerves, leaving me squirming helplessly beneath him. The unbearable tickling sensation seemed to seep under my skin, radiating heat and sparking along my trembling thighs.

“So beautiful… and so sweet,” Kyle murmured, his voice thick and laced with awe, as though tasting and savoring every inch of me was his sole purpose in the world. “Even better than I imagined…”

“Hahh… ahh! Nghh!”

Kyle’s lips latched back onto my swollen clit, sucking rhythmically with wet, obscene sounds, before plunging his tongue into my entrance. The slick muscle delved deep, twisting and curling inside me, while his nose pressed firmly against the base of my most sensitive spot, nudging it repeatedly as he moved.

With every thrust of his tongue, my body jerked involuntarily, and the swollen, overheated nub at the apex of my folds throbbed from the constant, excessive stimulation. The pressure only grew as Kyle shifted his weight forward, his chin pressing down against the sensitive, engorged flesh with each movement.

His other hand never stopped stroking himself, and the motion caused his head to dip slightly, the rhythmic thrusts of his jaw pressing against me more firmly. Each impact sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me, the heat radiating from my vagina spreading to every inch of my body.

The overwhelming sensations caused my hips to buck wildly, as though trying to escape the unbearable stimulation. But with each movement, the relentless attention to my clit and the tight pull of my folds sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. The pooling warmth deep in my belly grew more intense, the rhythmic contractions of my insides echoing the raw heat that burned along my spine and throat.

“Ahh! Ah! Nghh…! It’s too much… it feels… strange… stop, please… ahhh…!” I cried, my voice high-pitched and desperate, my body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

Kyle groaned in response, the sound guttural and raw as it vibrated against me. “Haa… Lin… ngh, Lin…”

My knees betrayed me, bucking and twitching against my will, lifting slightly off the bed with each overwhelming wave of sensation. Every nerve screamed that this was too much, that if it continued, something would break—something inside me would spill over irreparably.

I wanted to escape, to pull away from the onslaught of pleasure, but Kyle’s mouth remained firmly latched onto me, his relentless tongue and lips keeping me captive.

Even as I weakly reached out to push his head away, my arms lacked any strength. My fingers trembled, the blood seemingly drained from them, leaving them cold and useless. It felt as though all the heat and energy in my body had been dragged downward, pooling entirely in the part of me that Kyle refused to let go.

My legs trembled uncontrollably, my toes curling as sharp, tingling heat surged up my thighs. My body, heavy and trembling, sagged further into the bed. Even my arms fell limply to my sides, my hands brushing against the sheets as I gasped desperately for air.

“Hngh… ahh… please… stop…!”

My body thrashed helplessly, my hips jerking and twisting as if skewered on a spear. The relentless sensations overwhelmed me, my back arching and my breath hitching with every surge of pleasure that tore through me.

Even as I clenched my eyes shut and shook my head, desperate to escape the blazing heat between my legs, it was impossible to ignore the overwhelming pressure building deep inside. A sensation like the urge to release, similar but far more consuming, made my walls tighten involuntarily. Instead of relief, it only magnified the unbearable sensitivity, making me want to sob.

Part of me wanted to give up, to let go entirely, and surrender myself to the relentless tide of ecstasy.

“Hngh… ahh, Kyle… ahhh…!” My cries rose in pitch, trembling as the growing wave inside me reached a breaking point.

Then, it happened.

The tension that had been coiling tighter and tighter within me snapped, unleashing a flood of sensation that swept me away. My inner walls clamped down uncontrollably, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. My toes curled so tightly they cramped, my back arched high off the bed, and my body trembled violently.

The deep pulse beneath my navel contracted, and with it, something burst free—a hot, slick gush that spilled out uncontrollably, soaking everything below.

For a horrified moment, I realized the extent of it. The wetness wasn’t just pooling beneath me; it had splashed outward, onto him.

Did I just… all over Kyle’s face?

“Ahhh… Lyn…”

There was no time to dwell on the overwhelming shame of what had just happened; Kyle’s movements became frenzied, his hunger growing insatiable. He greedily lapped at the fluids spilling from me, his lips and tongue working desperately to drink in every drop.

Chup, chlp, slurp, suck. The obscene sounds of his mouth, unrelenting against my trembling flesh, filled the room, blending with the sharp, rhythmic slapping of his hand on his shaft as he pumped himself faster and harder.

The raw, wet suction noises of his lips pulling at me were punctuated by the dry, almost harsh sound of his hips twitching and his thick length brushing against his taut stomach. Thwack, thwack, thwack.

“Hah… ahh… p-please… stop… ngh… Kyle!” My voice broke into a whimper, my words faltering as the relentless overstimulation left me a trembling, sensitive mess.

But Kyle didn’t stop. If anything, the more my exhausted body quivered beneath him, the more his efforts intensified. His mouth moved over the swollen, oversensitive folds, his tongue delving deep into my soaked vagina and flicking over the flushed nub at its peak.

The soft, engorged flesh of my lips throbbed under his unrelenting touch, swollen from the relentless stimulation, while the hypersensitive bud of my clit burned with every maddening flick of his tongue. My body jerked uncontrollably as fresh waves of unbearable heat coursed through me, and yet he continued, devouring the last remnants of my release as if starved for more.

Kyle finally lifted his upper body, his chest rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths. His face, flushed with intense arousal, turned toward me, his darkened crimson eyes locking onto mine with a raw, unfiltered hunger.

The rhythmic slapping sound of his hand on his shaft grew faster and louder, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck and jawline visibly flexed. His entire body seemed coiled, trembling with the force of his impending release.

“Ngghh…!” Kyle groaned deeply, his sharp brows knitting together as his expression contorted in ecstasy.

And then it came.

The first spurt of thick, white fluid shot out in a high arc, landing heavily on my stomach. The sudden heat of it splattered across my skin, the sticky substance coating the sparse patch of curls on my mound, my navel, and the soft expanse of my lower abdomen.

The next spurt followed immediately, less forceful but no less thick, dripping over his own hand and pooling against his still-hard length.

Kyle didn’t stop there. His hand continued to work himself, squeezing and pumping as though determined to wring out every last drop. More of the pearly substance oozed from his reddened tip, the last few spurts slowly dribbling out and collecting in the slit of his swollen head.

His chest heaved with exertion, his broad shoulders trembling slightly as he let out a long, guttural sigh of satisfaction.

“Haa… Lyn…”

Kyle, still breathing heavily as if he’d just run at full speed, lazily stroked his semi-hard shaft, his broad shoulders rising and falling with every exhale.

“I guess… it’s still too early to put it in, huh,” he muttered, his voice thick with lingering arousal.

“…What?” I managed to stammer, my mind spinning as I tried to process what he’d just said.

Put it in? What does he mean by…

I glanced toward him in confusion, but the sight before me sent another jolt of panic through my chest.

I had just watched him finish moments ago, every last drop wrung from his length, or so I thought. Yet now, his shaft seemed to have regained its rigidity, thick and unyielding once more.

Covered in the remnants of his release, the swollen head gleamed, its taut surface accentuated by the veins running along the length of the shaft. It looked even more prominent and imposing than before, standing defiantly as though it had never softened at all.

“Wha… how…?” I stammered, my voice trembling.

Before I could fully articulate my thoughts, Kyle leaned over, bracing himself beside me. His towering form loomed over mine as his crimson eyes scanned my face, catching every flicker of disbelief and anxiety.

“That surprised look suits you,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a chill down my spine.

“A-ah, no, that’s not…” I stuttered, unable to finish my sentence as his hand moved down to my stomach.

“Were you relieved?” Kyle asked, his smirk growing wider as he began to rub his hand over my stomach. His fingers slid across the mess he had left there, smearing it across my navel and lower abdomen.

It was deliberate, almost too casual, as if he wasn’t merely wiping it off but spreading it further, leaving no inch untouched.

“Stop… ahhh!” I gasped as his hand brushed lower, teasing the sensitive skin where my curls began.

“How should I put it…” Kyle murmured, his tone low and teasing. His hand pressed gently against my stomach, as if testing something.

“You’re still so tight, Lyn. What am I going to do with you?”

Kyle scooped up the remnants of his release with his fingers and deliberately smeared the warm, sticky fluid over my trembling entrance. Before I could even comprehend what he was doing, two of his thick fingers plunged deep inside me.

“Ahh! Nghhh!” I cried out, the sudden intrusion sending a jolt of shock through my body.

The slickness left behind from my earlier climax made the entry easy, his fingers sliding in without resistance. But the foreign sensation of something so solid and deliberate inside me caught me completely off guard, leaving me gasping and trembling.

He didn’t give me any time to adjust. His thumb pressed down firmly on my swollen, overstimulated clit, circling and kneading it with precision. At the same time, his fingers began moving in and out rapidly, curling and twisting as they worked to draw fresh sensations from me.

The combination was unbearable. My body, still hypersensitive from my earlier release, reacted instantly, the heat pooling in my core reigniting with startling intensity.

“Lyn…” Kyle’s voice was rough, heavy with need as he stared down at me, his crimson eyes gleaming with frustration and desperation.

“My cock… it hurts.”

Kyle buried his face against my neck, his lips brushing against my skin while his cheeks grazed along the sensitive curve of my throat. All the while, his fingers moved relentlessly, thrusting into me with an unrestrained fervor.

Squelch, squelch. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into my soaked entrance filled the room, an unrelenting reminder of how his actions were driving me to the edge again.

“It hurts… ngh, Lyn,” he murmured, his voice trembling with desperation as his hot breath fanned against my neck. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

His tone carried the same pleading quality I remembered from years ago, when he’d come to me with scraped knees or a stomachache, asking me to help him. Back then, he had only ever asked me to soothe his pain with a gentle touch or a kind word.

But this wasn’t the same.

This Kyle didn’t just ask. He took—pushing boundaries, testing limits, and doing it all with that same tone of innocence, now twisted with a layer of raw, carnal need.

“You said it was treatment earlier, didn’t you?” Kyle whispered, his lips curling into a smirk against my neck. His voice was low and teasing, but the desperation was still there, bleeding through every word.

My heart pounded in protest as I recalled why I had even let this start—the “treatment” was for the dangerous substance he had intentionally consumed.

His words pulled me back to the present, and I barely managed to meet his gaze. My eyes flickered with a mix of disbelief and defiance, though I couldn’t hide the way my body betrayed me, trembling under his touch.

Kyle’s crimson eyes, drenched in lust, shone with an almost boyish glee as he grinned down at me, his expression utterly shameless.

“I just can’t wait to feed it to you…” he murmured, his voice dipping lower as his grin widened.

“Ahh—!”

Kyle lowered his head, his cheek brushing against my chest before he pressed his lips to one of my hardened nipples, drawing it into his mouth with a deliberate slowness. Though some time had passed since he last paid attention to my breasts, the residual heat coursing through my body made the sensitive skin respond instantly, as though his touch was reigniting an already-smoldeLyng flame.

He treated the peak with a reverence that felt almost at odds with his earlier fervor, gently holding it between his lips and lightly nibbling, ensuLyng it didn’t hurt. Yet, his other hand pressed my opposite breast upward, his grip firm as he leaned in to capture both nipples at once in his mouth.

Even with the fullness of my chest, the sheer size of his hands made it possible for him to squeeze my flesh tightly together, bringing both peaks within reach. The stretch and pull of his fingers sent a sharp thrill through me as his mouth worked over the sensitive buds.

Slurp, suck, chuup, chlp. His lips and tongue alternated between lightly tugging and suckling, his ministrations causing waves of heat to ripple across my chest and down my spine.

All the while, his other hand continued its relentless work below. His fingers thrust in and out of me with a rhythm that was almost mechanical in its precision, twisting and curling to find every sensitive spot inside.

Schlk, schlk, squelch. The lewd, wet sounds of his movements echoed loudly, drowning out even my broken cries as my body betrayed me, tightening and clenching helplessly around his fingers.

“Hah… ngh… ahh…”

Kyle’s relentless touch overwhelmed me, his thumb pressing firmly against my swollen clit with rhythmic intensity. Each press sent sharp pulses of sensation coursing through me, causing my inner walls to tighten reflexively around his fingers.

The sheer size of his fingers, much like the rest of him, was almost too much. Just the act of holding him inside left my walls stretched and straining. The sensitive bud of my clit throbbed painfully under his unyielding touch, and the entire length of my entrance buzzed with a raw, tingling sensation that left me on the verge of tears.

Schlurp, squelch, squelch. The wet, obscene noises of his fingers plunging into me grew louder, as if amplifying the mortifyingly slick mess I had become. With each thrust, fresh waves of heat radiated through my body, the gush of fluids betraying how my body responded to his ministrations. My hips bucked uncontrollably, trying and failing to escape the relentless stimulation.

“Hahhh! Kyle… ahh… s-stop… nghhh!” I gasped, my voice cracking as his hand continued its assault.

Somehow, at some point, his fingers had increased to three. The stretch was almost unbearable, his thick fingers scraping against every sensitive fold and ridge inside me. Each deliberate thrust pressed against spots I didn’t even know existed, coaxing helpless jolts of pleasure that made my walls flutter and contract around him.

The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 3: That Was Big Too (2) (M)

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