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

My clit burned with overstimulation, each press of his thumb sending echoes of my previous climax rippling through me again and again. My hips wanted to arch, to relieve some of the unbearable tension, but the weight of his body pinning me down made it impossible.

All I could do was whimper brokenly, my knees twitching weakly as my body trembled in anticipation of another peak I felt powerless to stop.

“P-please… stop… I can’t…!” I sobbed, tears threatening to spill as my body betrayed me completely.

Kyle chuckled darkly, his voice low and teasing as he glanced up at me, his crimson eyes glittering with dangerous amusement.

“What?”

Kyle straightened slightly, his towering form looming over me as his crimson eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and unrelenting desire.

“‘Please,’ what?” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery as his hand continued to toy with me.

One of his large hands rolled my swollen nipple beneath his palm, the sensitive peak sending sharp sparks of sensation coursing through my chest. At the same time, his other hand plunged his thick fingers deep into my entrance, each thrust deliberate and unrelenting. Schlk, schlk, schlk, the sound of his fingers filling me echoed loudly, drowning out the soft, broken whimpers spilling from my lips.

I couldn’t respond. My lips parted, but no words came out—only gasps and hitched breaths as the overwhelming sensations tore through me.

My teary eyes met his, and in that moment, I could only look at him with a silent plea. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted anymore. Did I want this unbearable tension to break, to let the impending wave of ecstasy crash over me? Or did I want it to stop, to escape the dizzying, dangerous heights of pleasure he was forcing me toward?

But Kyle’s smirk deepened as he studied my trembling form, his expression both teasing and predatory.

“Looking at me like that doesn’t tell me anything,” he murmured, his voice a low, mocking drawl. “Say it. I don’t know what you want unless you use your words.”

Before I could even try to form a response, his fingers curled sharply inside me, hitting a spot that sent a violent shudder through my body.

“Ahh—nghhh!”

Kyle straightened slightly, his towering form looming over me as his crimson eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and unrelenting desire.

“‘Please,’ what?” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery as his hand continued to toy with me.

One of his large hands rolled my swollen nipple beneath his palm, the sensitive peak sending sharp sparks of sensation coursing through my chest. At the same time, his other hand plunged his thick fingers deep into my entrance, each thrust deliberate and unrelenting. Schlk, schlk, schlk, the sound of his fingers filling me echoed loudly, drowning out the soft, broken whimpers spilling from my lips.

I couldn’t respond. My lips parted, but no words came out—only gasps and hitched breaths as the overwhelming sensations tore through me.

My teary eyes met his, and in that moment, I could only look at him with a silent plea. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted anymore. Did I want this unbearable tension to break, to let the impending wave of ecstasy crash over me? Or did I want it to stop, to escape the dizzying, dangerous heights of pleasure he was forcing me toward?

But Kyle’s smirk deepened as he studied my trembling form, his expression both teasing and predatory.

“Looking at me like that doesn’t tell me anything,” he murmured, his voice a low, mocking drawl. “Say it. I don’t know what you want unless you use your words.”

Before I could even try to form a response, his fingers curled sharply inside me, hitting a spot that sent a violent shudder through my body.

“Ahh—nghhh!”

Kyle’s tongue darted out, the pointed tip skillfully flicking and prodding at the delicate tissue surrounding my swollen clit. His movements were deliberate, precise, as though he were exploLyng every sensitive angle, testing how far he could push me.

When his tongue pressed deeper, nudging the base of the hood where my clit was buried, a sharp, electrifying jolt shot through me. The pressure was enough to make my inner walls clench involuntarily, sending waves of sensation rippling through my core.

At the same time, his thick fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside me, thrusting and curling as they worked against my soft, ridged walls. Each motion seemed to dig deeper, sending vibrations reverberating through the most sensitive parts of me.

Schlk, schlk, schlk. The lewd, wet sounds of his fingers plunging into me echoed through the room, mixing with the sharp gasps and cries I couldn’t hold back.

“A-ahhh… nghhh…!”

The overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless as my back arched sharply, my head tilting back as a sharp cry tore from my throat. This climax was far more intense than the last, seaLyng through me with a force that left every muscle in my body trembling.

A warm, sticky stream of clear fluid trickled down, dripping from where Kyle’s fingers had been buried moments ago. He pulled his hand back, his crimson eyes gleaming with unrestrained fascination as he gazed at the glistening evidence of my release on his fingers.

Fixated, he brought his hand to his mouth, his gaze never leaving me as his tongue darted out to lap at the liquid coating his skin. He savored it slowly, deliberately, as though committing every drop to memory.

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled beneath him, my body limp and trembling with the aftershocks of the intense release. My thighs quivered uncontrollably, my knees twitching with every residual spasm of my still-sensitive core. All I could do was watch helplessly as Kyle’s predatory eyes drank in the sight of me—utterly undone, completely at his mercy.

And then, as though the sight of my vulnerability had pushed him beyond any semblance of restraint, Kyle rose to his full height.

With one swift motion, he shrugged off his nightgown entirely, discarding it carelessly onto the floor.

What was revealed was nothing short of breathtaking. His body was a masterpiece of strength and power, each muscle sharply defined and perfectly proportioned, reminiscent of the statues of gods and warriors from ancient myths. His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and taut abdomen seemed almost too perfect to be real, each ridge and contour betraying the sheer physicality of his being.

But below that, jutting out from his pale skin, was the sight that made my breath catch in my throat.

As I stared at him with a mix of hesitation and unease, Kyle dipped his head, his lips brushing against the soft skin just below my navel. His hands moved with careful precision, tugging the crumpled chemise up and over my head. The fabric slid away, leaving me completely bare beneath him.

The motion caused my chest to rise and fall, and the lingering sensitivity in my breasts made my nipples throb faintly, still tender from his earlier attentions.

“I… I’m already so tired…” I murmured weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle’s response was immediate, his tone both soothing and insistent. “You don’t have to do anything. Just stay still. I’ll take care of everything.”

His words only made my pulse race faster. I swallowed hard, my nerves getting the better of me as I managed to croak out, “You’re… really going to do it?”

A low chuckle escaped him, rich and almost teasing. “After you sucked on my fingers like they were candy, and now you’re hesitating?”

Before I could muster a retort, he leaned down and kissed the corner of my trembling lips.

“And,” he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “you’re the one who kissed me first.”

“That was because you ate the stupid potion—!”

“Exactly. And right now,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine again, “I’m hurting all over again. You’re the only one who can make it better, Lin.”

Kyle’s soft, teasing kisses trailed from my temple to my earlobe, then down to the sensitive spot just below my ear. Each gentle press of his lips sent shivers down my spine, an unsettling mix of tenderness and tension.

As he adjusted himself into position, he carefully folded my legs upward, draping them over his arms so that the crooks of my knees rested securely against his forearms. The new position left me utterly exposed, and when he leaned down to bury his face against my neck, I felt the weight of his body settle more firmly against mine.

He inhaled deeply, his broad shoulders rising and falling with his familiar, deliberate breath, as if grounding himself—or savoring the moment.

Then, lower down, I felt it—the hot, heavy length of him pressing against me. The thick, rigid column of his flesh rested heavily atop my already swollen and oversensitive entrance.

When he shifted his hips slightly, the movement caused his shaft to glide along the slickened folds of my entrance. The sheer size and weight of it were overwhelming, the sensation enough to make my breath hitch as it dragged against me with deliberate slowness.

“Hnnn… ahh…” I couldn’t hold back the soft sounds escaping my lips as the broad, rounded tip of his length occasionally nudged against the hood of my clit. Each unintentional bump sent sharp sparks of sensation radiating outward, reigniting the molten heat of my previous peaks.

The sheer size and weight of him—bulging, veined, and an intimidating shade of dark crimson—pressed insistently against me, radiating heat that felt almost suffocating.

“Hahh… Lyn,” Kyle murmured, his voice heavy with longing as his hips shifted, dragging his length deliberately along my entrance. “Just rubbing against you feels… incredible…”

“Why… why are you suddenly doing this…?” My voice wavered, shaky and uneven, betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

I couldn’t ignore the way his presence felt overwhelming, almost intrusive, as if he were silently declaring that my body would yield to him no matter what. The sheer size of him seemed impossible—an undeniable force poised to claim me.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, the threatening sting making my vision blur as a knot of frustration and helplessness formed in my chest.

Was it fear? Resentment? A strange, inexplicable longing?

I don’t… I don’t even know what I feel anymore…

Kyle leaned in closer, his sharp, crimson gaze locking onto mine, leaving no room for escape. His voice was low, smooth, yet brimming with restrained intensity.

“Suddenly?” he echoed, his lips quirking into a wry, almost menacing smile. It was the kind of expression that would have sent shivers down anyone’s spine—half amusement, half unrelenting determination.

“Lyn.”

He wiped his lips slowly with the back of his hand, then cupped my cheek with an almost tender touch. But there was no mistaking the possessiveness in the way his thumb brushed across my trembling lips, his fingers pressing lightly into the curve of my jaw.

“You think any of this is sudden?” he asked, a hint of incredulity laced in his voice.

His thumb traced the line of my mouth, gently prying my lips apart before slipping inside. He pressed down on my tongue with firm insistence, making it impossible to look away from his burning gaze. A small, involuntary whimper escaped me, and his smile grew just a touch darker, just a touch more wolfish.

“I did everything you wanted,” he continued, his tone soft yet edged with something unyielding. “I avenged my mother. Killed the children of that woman who stole her place. Took the damned crown from my father, just like you said I would.”

Kyle’s words were heavy, weighted with the full breadth of his deeds. Each sentence carried a sharp reminder of the path he had taken—the blood he had spilled, the lives he had taken—all in pursuit of something.

Something he now seemed to think was me.

“And now,” he murmured, his thumb pressing down harder on my tongue as his grip on my face tightened ever so slightly. “Now I’ve done it all. So tell me, Lin… what else is left for me to take?”

Kyle lingered for a moment, his hand cradling my cheek as though savoring the feel of my skin beneath his palm. Then, without warning, he leaned down and captured my lips in a deep, consuming kiss.

There was nothing tentative about it—his mouth claimed mine fully, his movements deliberate and insistent. He sucked lightly on my lower lip, teasing the soft flesh before pressing forward, his tongue slipping past my lips and delving into the warmth of my mouth.

The kiss was suffocating, leaving no space to breathe as his tongue invaded every corner, exploring with the same hungry determination he had shown before. It was the same intensity as when he had taken my saliva to neutralize the potion, only this time, it wasn’t about necessity—it was something more primal.

I could barely keep up, my own tongue caught up in his relentless rhythm as he wound around it, tugged, and pressed. My breaths came in short, stuttered gasps, each one hitching as his lips and tongue worked me over. His long, dark hair cascaded down, brushing against my damp cheeks and mingling with the tears that still clung stubbornly to my lashes.

Just as I thought I might drown in the sheer force of it all, Kyle finally pulled back, his lips glistening with the shared traces of our mingled breaths. His eyes—brighter and more alive than I’d ever seen them—never left mine as he swiped his thumb across his bottom lip, wiping away the moisture.

With a deliberate tenderness that belied the intensity of the kiss, he smoothed a stray lock of my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers brushed against the curve of my ear, light and almost reverent, and the simple touch sent an unexpected shiver skittering down my spine.

And then he spoke, his voice soft yet filled with an unshakable certainty.

“But you never told me to stop, did you?”

Kyle’s voice remained low, each word deliberate, as if he were savoring every syllable he uttered. His crimson eyes burned with a dangerous intensity, the flickeLyng embers of emotions he could no longer suppress.

“You never told me not to get hard thinking about you,” he murmured, his tone as intimate as it was unrelenting. “You never said I couldn’t dream about fucking you and waking up covered in my own mess. You never told me to stop jerking off every night while imagining how you’d taste, how you’d feel—how you’d sound.”

I froze, the weight of his words crashing down like a tidal wave.

No.

What kind of parent would say something like that to a child… … .

“So Lyn…”

Kyle exhaled slowly, the sound both steady and laden with intensity, as if reining in something barely contained. His thumb lingered for a moment on the corner of my lips before trailing down, his touch deliberate, almost reverent, as he moved his hand back to grip himself.

My breath hitched as his length, heavy and hot, pressed against the entrance of my core. It was only then, in that split-second of awareness, that I realized how utterly exposed I was—legs splayed open without resistance, my body betraying any feeble attempt to shield myself. A wave of embarrassment flushed my cheeks, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer gravity of what was happening.

“Do you even have any idea?” he said, his voice soft, almost trembling. “Do you know what kept me going all those years I couldn’t see you? Do you know what I had to tell myself—what I had to believe—just to get through every single day without losing my mind?”

“K—Kyle…”

“I have to see it for myself.”

“… … Huh!”

As he pushed his waist, the hole that had been soaking wet swallowed the head of his dick.