The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 3: That Was Big Too (4) (M)

The pressure from what was stuffed inside made it hard to breathe.

I hadn’t even adjusted to it yet when Kyle pressed down firmly on my spread thighs, slowly applying weight to the spot where his tip was lodged.

“Huu… Lyn…”

He traced the point of their union as if inspecting it, his gaze lingering on the entrance that tightly enveloped his member. The overstimulated inner walls, still trembling from the lingering climax, quivered as the stretched mucous membrane throbbed, feeling as if it might tear. Even that sensation was painful, causing the parched opening to clench down tightly.

“Ha… Lyn, you’re squeezing… too much…”

“Ugh…”

Kyle, finding his entry blocked, began moving his hips with short, shallow thrusts, gradually pushing himself further into her. However, it was to no avail. Having climaxed twice already, the once-wet interior had dried up, making it impossible for the stretched passage, now forced to expand several times its normal width, to easily accommodate him.

“Relax,” he urged.

“It… it hurts…” she whimpered.

Whether he was trying to soothe her or the strained, overstretched entrance, Kyle shifted his weight gently, rocking himself slightly as he tried to ease the tension.

“It hurts, Kyle… ah… ugh…”

As for me, it felt like my pelvis was splitting apart from the pain. It was only natural—something the size of a baby’s fist was now lodged in a space where even the presence of a finger had once felt intrusive. The pain was unbearable, and I instinctively wriggled my hips in an effort to push him out. All I wanted was to free myself from the intruder dominating me below.

But it was futile. Kyle kept pressing down on me, relentlessly applying his weight, making escape impossible. Instead, my subtle movements only ended up causing me to accept him even more, little by little, against my will.

“I’ll finish quickly,” he muttered.

“No… ugh, stop…” I pleaded, tears in my voice.

“Come on, just bear with it a little longer. I even finished once already to make it hurt less for you…”

Kyle lowered his head, licking away the teardrops gathered at the corners of my eyes. He then showered kisses all over—on the bridge of my nose, under my eyes, my cheeks, and my lips—as if trying to utterly distract me.

“Breathe, okay?” he coaxed softly.

The random kisses trailed down to my chest. Untouched until now, the pristine skin was met with his lips, sucking hard enough to leave bruises. He cupped each breast firmly, squeezing until the soft flesh spilled between his fingers. Then, with a sudden, rough twist, he pinched both nipples at once.

“Ahh…!”

A sharp jolt of pleasure bloomed through the pain. As his fingers kneaded the firm base of each mound and gently scraped along the grooves at the tips, an aching, tantalizing itch spread across the entire curve of my chest.

“Stop… ahh, stop…!”

Meanwhile, Kyle continued to rock his hips, pressing deeper against my inner walls. My focus was momentarily stolen by the teasing of my chest, but it wasn’t enough to make me forget the persistent pain below. In a desperate attempt to push him out, I twisted my hips, only to unintentionally aid his slow, deliberate advance.

“Lyn, I’m almost there… just a little more, just a little,” he murmured.

Of course, Kyle had no intention of retreating. He pushed forward relentlessly, as if his earlier claim of being unable to hold back was absolute truth. Without hesitation or pause, he forced his way deeper with unwavering resolve.

I finally bit down on the back of my hand, sobbing softly. What if my entrance tears? I thought in panic. What if my hip joints dislocate, and I can’t walk anymore? Cuts could be treated with ointment, but what about a fracture? Desperate to escape the overwhelming sensations, I clung to these frantic thoughts—until a sudden, sharp pleasure pierced through the pain in my depths.

“Ahh…!”

It struck the upper part of my stretched entrance, where his girth pressed against the sensitive, reddened flesh. The sensation felt as if he had pinched that tender spot deliberately, igniting a spark of unexpected pleasure amidst the discomfort.

“Lyn, even when I’m trying so hard, you’re off in your own thoughts again,” Kyle muttered.

“Who… ah! Who asked you to try… ngh!” I snapped back, my voice breaking.

“I’m doing this to make it hurt less for you, see? Breaking you in… ahh…”

Kyle continued to rub against my swollen clit as he gently rocked his hips, sliding himself deeper. Whether it was the stimulation or the persistence of his movements, it seemed that the shock from the earlier intrusion was easing slightly. A faint trickle of arousal began to seep out, and the sensation felt marginally more bearable now.

“Almost there, almost,” Kyle murmured.

Almost there, my ass. A glance was enough to see that nearly half of his dark, swollen length was still outside my entrance. If what was left to go in would hurt as much as what had already gone in, I didn’t know how I was supposed to endure it. It felt like I’d already been trapped in an eternity of pain. How could I possibly handle more…?

As those thoughts swirled in my mind and I whimpered, still biting down on the back of my hand, Kyle suddenly brushed my hand away and claimed my lips in a kiss. Unlike his merciless manhood, his lips were tender, impossibly soft.

The hand that had been pressing down on my thighs to keep them spread now moved to pull me into a crushing embrace, his grip on my shoulder almost bruising. Meanwhile, the hand that had been toying with our joined point shifted to playfully knead my chest.

The kiss, unlike the possessive way he had bitten, sucked, and licked at me earlier, felt surprisingly different—gentler, almost as if marking me in a quieter, less aggressive way.

Lost in the tender kiss, I momentarily forgot about the thick length buried inside me that had left me gasping for breath. His gentle lips and languid movements lulled me into a daze, and I found myself instinctively meeting his tongue with my own. What had once been erratic gasps of air began to resemble something closer to steady breathing, though I hadn’t even realized the shift. Every time Kyle’s tongue slid into my mouth, I swallowed a shallow breath, only to let out a sigh of longing when he pulled away.

“Ahh…!” I whimpered softly.

Before I knew it, Kyle had started moving again. Perhaps he had decided to end this ordeal quickly, as his motions became more forceful, nearly like thrusting. Instead of the slow, teasing movements, he withdrew almost entirely until only his tip remained, then slammed back in with a single deep stroke, repeating the process relentlessly.

“Ahh! Ngh! Aghhh!”

Even as he relentlessly rocked his hips with firm determination, his lips and hands continued to caress me with surprising tenderness. He licked away the tears forming at the corners of my eyes and gently circled my nipples with his palm, occasionally teasing the sensitive base.

“Ngh… ahh…” I whimpered softly.

“That’s it, good girl, so good,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

He treated me as if he were comforting a child, planting kisses all over my face. Pressing his chest against mine, he wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders, nuzzling my jawline and neck as he suckled softly on my lips. When the sweetness made my lashes tremble, he would slip his tongue between my parted lips, sucking on my tongue with an intensity that left my jaw aching. At the same time, his fingers twisted my nipples sharply, sending electric jolts through me.

He was stealing my senses, entirely overwhelming me. With his gentle kisses and playful touches on my lips and chest, he distracted me, making it impossible to focus on the persistent discomfort below. Meanwhile, he kept moving his hips, gradually pushing deeper and deeper inside me, inch by inch.

Then, suddenly, he tightened his embrace and, with a rough thrust of his hips, slammed into me. His body tensed, his head tilted back, and he squeezed his eyes shut as if holding back a deep groan, his throat bobbing as he swallowed it down.

The unexpected stillness puzzled me, and through my quiet sobs, I glanced up at his face to see what had happened.

“Haa…”

Kyle exhaled deeply, his heavy breath calming the tension between us, and slowly lifted his eyelids. His gaze, soft yet intent, locked onto mine as he leaned down and gently bit my lips before pulling away, a languid smile spreading across his face.

“Lyn…” he murmured, his voice low and unhurried.

His large hands moved to encircle my waist, the warmth of his palms grounding me. With his thumbs pressing lightly, he began to rub slow circles on my lower belly, just below my navel, the pressure strangely soothing yet electrifying.

“Nngh…!” I gasped, the sensation making my breath hitch.

As he began to roll his hips in a deliberate, lazy motion, the coarse friction of their entwined hair brushing together created a prickling, almost ticklish sensation.

No… Wait… What I mean is—

Startled, I glanced down to assess the situation below. At some point, Kyle had managed to push himself all the way in, his lower abdomen pressing flush against my entrance. There was no trace of the dark red length that had remained outside before—it was entirely inside me now.

Noticing my reaction, Kyle flashed me a smug grin. With his thumbs, still resting on either side of my navel, he pressed down firmly, causing the skin to indent slightly.

“I made it all the way in,” he said, his tone tinged with pride.

Then, as if tracing the outline of his length inside me, he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over my stomach with his thumbs. It was as though he truly believed the shape of his manhood could be seen beneath my skin. And honestly, considering the sheer silhouette I’d witnessed earlier, it didn’t seem entirely impossible.

No… Was that really all? The foreign sensation and the overwhelming pressure were so intense it felt as though he had pierced through to my throat. It was as if my entire abdomen was filled with Kyle, leaving no room for anything else.

As the awareness of this spread through me, my breathing quickened, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping softly.

“Kyle, this… this is…”

Kyle’s lips curled into a sly smile as he lowered his body, leaning in to softly suck away the teardrops that had once again gathered at the corners of my eyes. Gently, he licked the edges of my eyes before moving on, planting light kisses along my nose, earlobes, cheeks, the corners of my mouth, and finally my chin.

His touch was delicate, almost reverent, like a series of fleeting whispers against my skin.

Finally, just as he had done when sucking on my swollen clit earlier, he pursed his lips and placed a lingering, tender kiss on my lower lip, sealing it with a quiet intimacy that left me breathless.

As if that kiss had been a signal, Kyle pulled his hips back completely before slamming forward in one swift, powerful motion, driving himself to the very end of me.

“Ahh…!” I gasped sharply.

“Lyn, why are you squeezing so tight…” he muttered, his voice thick with strain.

He pushed my legs up into a froglike position, hooking the backs of my knees over his arms. With my legs pinned and bent, he braced himself against the bed and began to move his hips. His face buried in the crook of my neck, he thrust hard, each motion punctuated with a rough, rhythmic smack of his hips against me.

Though the path he carved into me was impossibly tight, it somehow stretched just enough to allow the repeated pounding of his thick length. The pressure and friction burned, but as his pace quickened, the sound of his ragged breaths close to my ear filled the air, making my head spin.

Everything about the moment was overwhelming—the confusion, the persistent ache, the sheer intensity of it all. Yet, strangely, I found myself thinking I could endure it. No… perhaps it wasn’t just endurance.

Every time his blunt tip struck deep inside me or when my stretched entrance rubbed against the girth that slid in and out, there was a peculiar sensation—something unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant—blooming within me.

Thump, thump, thump…! Each of his forceful thrusts sent ripples through my chest, the soft flesh squished and bouncing sideways under the weight of his body. As if desperate to bury himself even deeper, Kyle ground his lower abdomen against mine, causing the sensitive inner walls to scrape against the coarse hairs at his base.

“Ngh, haah, Lyn… You’re sucking me in so much…” he groaned, his voice hoarse.

“Hngh… ahh…!” I whimpered in response, my body trembling beneath him.

“Even more than I imagined… ugh, so much more…”

His voice, breathless and thick with awe, carried a raw, almost reverent tone. Each word was laced with unrestrained desire, and as he panted heavily above me, the weight of his fervor made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It was as if he’d been holding back this hunger for an unbearably long time, and now it was finally spilling over, consuming us both.

With each collision, the deep pressure reverberated through my core, reigniting the flickering remnants of climax that had once subsided. Thump, thump…! Each powerful thrust dragged the ridges of his tip and the veins along his shaft harshly against my inner walls and the overstretched, sensitive entrance. Adding to it all, my swollen clit, peeking out between my spread folds, was repeatedly crushed under the grinding force of his lower abdomen.

“Ahh… ngh! Ahn!” I cried out, my voice breaking as the sensations overwhelmed me.

Beyond the numbing pain that had paralyzed my entrance, a different kind of sensation began to stir. It seemed I was growing accustomed to the merciless invasion of his girth; the heat that had once scorched my lower body was starting to smolder again. As if in response, my walls began to secrete fresh arousal, easing the friction that had once felt as if it might set me ablaze.

Kyle was the first to notice the change. His sharp instincts, honed by the direct contact, immediately registered the growing slickness. Slowly, he straightened his posture, spreading my legs wide apart and pinning them down firmly on either side. With calculated precision, he rolled his hips, driving into me with a controlled yet unrelenting rhythm.

“Haa…”

Kyle’s hand wandered over my soft, slackened belly, stroking as if he could feel his own outline through the thin layer of skin. His palm moved slowly, tracing downward until it brushed lightly against my groin, teasingly grazing the sensitive skin there. His touch trailed along the inside of my thighs—the palest, smoothest part of my body—then down to the slightly darker shade of my entrance, where his thick, dark-red length was firmly lodged, standing out in stark contrast.

Fixated on the sight of our connection, Kyle began to gently stroke the edges of my stretched, throbbing entrance with his fingertips. The overstretched tissue, so taut that it ached, twitched at the soft, teasing touch, sending a ticklish sensation that was almost unbearable.

“Nngh…!” I gasped, my body jerking instinctively as the sensation coursed through me.

The next moment, a sharp, burning sting shot through me—Kyle had pinched my swollen clit, which was peeking out between my folds. My walls clenched weakly around him as a fresh wave of arousal surged from deep within, further easing the friction between us.

“Ahh! Ngh…!”

Kyle continued to pinch and tease my clit in rhythm with his thrusts, as if testing my reactions or savoring the slick arousal now coating his shaft. He pulled out farther than before, almost entirely, before plunging back in with deliberate force. Thud! Thud…! Thud…! Though his pace slowed slightly due to the extended motion, the increased momentum made each thrust land heavily, striking deep enough to hit my cervix with an unrelenting, weighty impact.

The places inside me that had never been touched before now took the brunt of his deep strokes, and the pressure beneath my navel radiated a spreading heat through my entire body. With every thud, thud! of his movements, a subtle wave of tingling excitement spread through my walls, my groin, and my lower body. The sharp pain that had once felt as if my pelvis were being pried apart was gradually fading, replaced by an intoxicating mix of fullness and sensation.

Finally, Kyle grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath my hips, angling me upward. With the new position, his thrusts turned vertical, each one slamming straight down into me with even greater force. Thud! Thud!

“Ahh! Ahnn! Ah! Ngh—ahh!”

Each heavy strike deep inside sent reverberations through my entire inner wall, making my body tremble with the force of it. Meanwhile, Kyle kept his fingers firmly on the most sensitive part of me, refusing to let go. The combination of the pounding and his relentless touch made my entrance twitch instinctively, trying to contract against the overwhelming sensations. But with his thick shaft buried so securely, all it did was grip him even tighter.

Kyle, his face contorted as though he were barely holding back his climax, bared his teeth in a wicked grin.

“Lyn, I should’ve fed you this sooner,” he teased, his voice dripping with raw amusement.

“Nngh! Ahh! Just… s-slow down a little…!” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with the mix of pleasure and desperation.

“Your greedy little hole is chewing on my cock like it’s delicious…” he growled, emphasizing his words with a sharp thrust.

“Ahh! Ngh! Haaah!” I cried out, my body quivering beneath him.