The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 3: That Was Big Too (5) (M)

“Don’t worry,” he murmured with a low chuckle, “I’ll give you plenty. As much as you want.”

The overwhelming pressure and seaLyng heat rendered me unable to form coherent words, but that didn’t stop Kyle from spewing his filthy, self-satisfied remarks. It was as if he wanted to convince himself that I was actively enjoying this, that I desired every bit of what was happening between us.

Yet, to my dismay, he wasn’t entirely wrong. At some point, my inner walls, now softened and slick with arousal, had begun to welcome his movements. Each time he thrust into me, my walls clung tightly to the shape of him, wrapping around every ridge and vein as if to hold him in. And when he withdrew, the wet, gripping sensation felt almost as though my body didn’t want to let him go, pulling at him in reluctant desperation.

With every deep thrust that reached the farthest parts of me, the heat in my body seemed to rise, my throat parched and dry as if thirsting for more. I craved that blunt tip to push deeper, to reach places even further inside me…

I wanted Kyle to drive himself in to the very limit, as deeply as possible, so that every inch of us could be pressed together, leaving no space between us.

“Nghh… ahh! Ahh!” I cried out, my voice trembling as my body surrendered to the rhythm.

“Yeah, I’ll keep going,” Kyle murmured, his voice low and teasing, “Don’t get impatient now…”

Was I moving my hips without realizing it? Kyle’s lips curled into a faint smile as he gripped my pelvis roughly, holding me steady as he pounded into me with renewed force. It felt as though he had grown even thicker than when he first entered me, the unrelenting girth now slamming deep into places I hadn’t even known could be reached.

It seemed Kyle was reaching his own limit, his shaft swelling and stiffening further. I could feel every ridge and the firm edge of his flared tip dragging against the folds of my inner walls, pressing into them with enough force to smooth them out before pulling back and scraping over the sensitive tissue again. The rhythm quickened, blurring the line between each thrust, until it was impossible to tell which parts of me were being stimulated. My entire inner wall felt like one burning, throbbing mass.

Each deep, forceful stroke buried his thick length further into me, as if he were trying to penetrate parts of me that had never been touched before. Whether it was his growing arousal, my involuntary movements, or simply the intensity of the moment, every thrust seemed to reach places even deeper, rubbing insistently against untouched, hypersensitive spots.

“Nngh… too… deep… ahh! Ngh!”

Just hours ago, I could never have imagined this overwhelming mix of pleasure, fear, and pain. Each thrust brought with it a sense of something deeper, something that hinted at even greater ecstasy, and my body instinctively welcomed him in, despite myself. Yet the intensity of sensations flooding over me was terrifying, almost too much to bear.

A wave of inexplicable sorrow washed over me. It felt strange, being in this situation where I had to cling desperately to the last threads of reason in the midst of such heightened arousal. Even stranger was the man above me—someone I never thought I’d encounter like this again, someone whose faint traces of the child I once cared for lingered in my mind. And yet here I was, pinned beneath him, my lower body trembling, consumed by the pleasure he inflicted upon me.

I wished I could stop thinking altogether—wished I could let go of everything but the dull, rounded tip of him pressing deep inside me. I wished he would simply thrust harder, striking that one spot with unwavering certainty, allowing me to drown fully in the sensation without any lingering thoughts of the past.

Even amidst my inner turmoil, Kyle’s relentless thrusts never faltered. The overwhelming waves of stimulation kept piling onto each other, layer after layer, until the folds of my inner walls were painted thick with sensation. My body, once again, was set ablaze with unbearable heat.

“Ahh… ngh! Haah! So… deep…!” I cried out, barely able to catch my breath.

“Why do you keep spilling so much?” he murmured, his voice teasing.

I wasn’t sure if he was refering to my arousal or the tears pooling in my tightly shut eyes. Noticing the glimmer of tears at the corners of my eyes, Kyle leaned down and licked them away with a slow swipe of his tongue. His gaze lingered on my flushed face and reddened cheeks as if he found them unbearably eandearing, then his lips met mine.

He kissed me softly at first, his lips pressing tenderly against mine, before slipping his tongue into my mouth. It grazed over my teeth before moving to my lower lip, which he suckled as though savoring a piece of candy. Throughout it all, his face radiated pure, unrestrained joy, as if he couldn’t believe his good fortune.

“I never imagined… you’d look like this,” he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder. “Not even once.”

His crimson eyes were so unfamiliar, so unsettling. At this close range, I could see every detail of the intricate patterns in his irises, and each fine line seemed to pulse with the overwhelming heat and desire that drove him now. It left me feeling disoriented, unable to reconcile the intensity of his gaze with the person I thought I knew.

Kyle, holding me so tightly, his body flush against mine, had gone to such lengths to bring us to this moment. He had raised himself, hardened, and desired me, deliberately working to arouse me—touching, licking, invading—and finally burying himself deep within me, making this act our shared reality. Yet… despite all of this, I still couldn’t fully accept the situation.

The sensations, the context, even the fullness and warmth of his weight pressing down on me—all of it felt alien, as though none of it truly belonged to me.

Caught between the dissonance of the situation and the storm of emotions within, I wanted nothing more than to turn away from the approaching climax rising unbidden in my body.

And yet, despite myself—

“Ahh! Nngh, ahh…!”

“Lyn…”

My inner walls, which had been relentlessly rubbed and stretched by his thick length, finally gave in, melting into a quivering, sensitive mess. Deep within, the strange sensation of an uncontrollable contraction overtook me, and I couldn’t resist any longer. I wrapped my trembling arms tightly around Kyle’s firm neck and hooked my legs weakly around his thighs, pulling him closer.

“Ngh…!” I whimpered, my voice breaking as the tension inside me reached its peak.

At that moment, as my body clenched tightly around him, something gave way. My inner walls, my entrance—all of it convulsed sharply, gripping him with an uncontrollable force. The intrusion of his thick shaft, which had been moving freely within me moments ago, was now trapped by the rippling contractions that squeezed him relentlessly. Unable to resist the sudden pressure, his length slammed into the deepest part of me, driving hard against my core.

As if caught in the same wave of overwhelming sensation, Kyle pulled me into a crushing embrace, his arms locking around my shoulders with a desperate intensity. The tip of him pressed firmly against the entrance to my womb, and in that moment, as our bodies were entwined without any space between us, we both froze—clinging to each other as the sensation overtook us.

“Guh…!”

Kyle drove himself even deeper, his hips slamming upward as he held me in a crushing embrace. His entire body shuddered violently, and a broken moan escaped him, echoing in my ears. At the same time, a sudden warmth spread deep inside me, pooling at the very end of my core.

“Haaah…” he exhaled, his breath shaky.

Even after finishing, Kyle remained motionless, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. His chest heaved against mine as he tried to catch his breath, his shoulders and back rising and falling with each labored inhale. Slowly, his breathing began to settle, transitioning into the soft, familiar sound of him sniffing at my neck, as he often did when he buried his face in the crook of it to take in my scent. His nose brushed against the curve where my neck met my shoulder, the movement accompanied by a low, contented hum.

Then came the kisses—gentle and deliberate. He pressed his lips against the curve of my neck, trailing them along my collarbone and up to the spot beneath my ear. From there, he moved to my jaw, my temple, the corner of my eyes, and my forehead, leaving soft kisses in his wake.

“Lyn…” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

After showering me with his affection, Kyle lifted his upper body slightly, releasing me from his tight hold. I lay beneath him, panting heavily, unable to do more than stare up at him. His face was suffused with an overwhelming sense of joy and fulfillment, a look I had only caught glimpses of during his thrusts earlier.

But now, as he gazed down at me with raw intensity, it struck me just how unfamiliar this expression was. Throughout all the time we had spent together in the forest, Kyle had never once worn his emotions so plainly on his face. And yet here he was, basking in what seemed like uncontainable happiness—happiness born of the fact that we had just shared this intimate moment.

Kyle reached out, brushing his hand along my cheek before tucking my hair gently behind my ear. Overcome with emotion, he leaned down and placed another kiss on my lips, soft and lingering, before pulling me back into his arms in a tight embrace. His body quivered slightly, as if he were unable to contain the emotions surging within him. He held me like I was something precious, his every movement driven by an almost frantic need to keep me close.

The warmth of his excitement seemed to seep into me, stirring my heart in ways I hadn’t expected. For a brief moment, I wondered—does Kyle truly love me?

The thought lingered, even as doubt crept in. After all, he had been so skilled and assured in every moment of our union, suggesting this might not have been as special to him as it felt to me. And yet…

“Lyn… Lyn,”

Whispering the old name I had once entrusted only to him, Kyle captured my lips in a kiss. Perhaps because he had already spent his passion once, the kiss was impossibly soft. The tongue that slipped past my teeth no longer moved with the singular, ravenous purpose of stealing my breath. Instead, it explored carefully, tracing the contours of my mouth—the roof, my gums, the soft mucous lining at the base of my tongue—as though mapping out what he had missed in his earlier frenzy.

“Mmm…” I sighed softly, the sound escaping involuntarily as his gentleness enveloped me.

As if to deepen that tenderness, Kyle began moving slowly, his hips shifting in a languid rhythm. His softened length slid easily within me, gliding through the warmth and slickness left behind by his release. The unhurried pace felt almost lazy, as if he were savoring the moment rather than seeking to ignite it anew. The gentle rocking of his body carried me along, as though I were a small boat adrift on a placid lake stirred by a light breeze.

Even his kisses mirrored this newfound tranquility, each one light and delicate, yet still enough to stir a faint hum of sensation in my body. The residual traces of arousal that had settled deep within me began to rise again, floating to the surface like tiny ripples across still water.

It felt as though we were suspended in a serene moment, like floating atop a sun-dappled lake under the warm embrace of the afternoon sun. My skin tingled faintly, the sensation spreading in waves with each gentle motion he made.

Ah… I thought hazily, letting myself drift further into the calm he offered. I could fall asleep like this.

Perhaps it was because I was utterly spent from the repeated climaxes, but the lingering traces of ecstasy had dissolved into a deep, tranquil drowsiness. My body felt weightless, lulled into a soft haze of contentment.

Kyle’s softened length moved leisurely within me, gliding back and forth along the tender, relaxed path of my womb. The motion caused the warmth that had filled me to slowly spill out, trickling down and trailing along my entrance.

But then…

Wait. Was he really softened?

“Ka-Kyle, ah… you…!”

“Haa, Lyn…”

Startled by the sudden, swelling sensation of him stretching my inner walls again, I opened my eyes wide like a frightened rabbit and glared at Kyle. The discomfort returned as my entrance, which had briefly relaxed, was once more filled with an unmistakable, growing pressure.

“You… You planned this—!” I stammered, the accusation catching in my throat.

“Glaring at me with those tearful eyes just makes me want you more,” he said with a low chuckle, his voice laced with amusement.

As he laughed softly, Kyle reached out and lifted one of my legs, draping it over the other and twisting me onto my side. Before I could fully register what was happening, he had shifted behind me, his body pressing firmly against my back. His lips found mine once more, stealing a soft kiss, while his hand slid to my chest, kneading and teasing with a deliberate tenderness.

“Lyn.”

Kyle sucked greedily on my lips before moving to nibble gently on the curve of my ear. His hands were anything but gentle, though, as they pressed and kneaded my chest, almost as if testing its softness and weight. He cupped and squeezed deliberately, as though committing the sensation to memory.

“I have a secret,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety as his tongue traced the ridge of my ear and slowly swept behind it. His words sank into me, each syllable settling heavily in the intimate space between us.

“I… you’re the first person who’s ever made me hard.”

“Wha—what?”

“I’ve never gotten hard for anyone but you,” Kyle continued, his voice low and steady. “I refused all those arranged marriages because of it. And even after bringing you here, I left you alone just to avoid hearing the old folks nag me about it…”

“That’s ridiculous!” I blurted out, completely thrown off.

“…Why?” he asked, narrowing his crimson eyes.

“Because…! I mean… there’s no way you have… erectile dysfunction or something!”

“And how can you be so sure?” he countered, his voice dripping with amusement.

Because I read it in the original story… That’s what I wanted to say, but of course, I couldn’t. How could I tell you that I know you’re practically a beast in bed with the female lead, capable of going at it multiple times a day?

Sure, the Kyle from the story and the one in front of me were technically different people, but still… How could this be his first time getting aroused by someone? And if that’s true, then how could he have been so effortlessly skilled at undressing me, teasing me, and driving me to the brink earlier?

Was it all just instinct?

Or maybe he wasn’t just saying those things earlier to get into my pants—maybe he really meant them.

As I was lost in thought, reeling from the shock of his confession, Kyle’s voice broke through my mental spiral.

“Then again, I suppose it makes sense you wouldn’t believe me,” he murmured, a hint of laughter in his tone. “After all, I’ve been acting like a dog in heat around you…”

Seeming satisfied with his own answer, Kyle grinned and leaned in to steal my lips again. His hand, which had been supporting my chest, slid up toward the peak, cupping it firmly as he began to play with the sensitive bud. His fingers teased and rolled my nipple, sending sharp sparks of sensation through me.

“Mmph… ngh…!”

Perhaps because he had been teasing and sucking on them so thoroughly earlier, even Kyle’s leisurely touch on my nipples sent a fresh wave of arousal rippling through me. I tilted my head to follow his lips, our mouths locked together. Despite the kiss being gentler this time, it didn’t take long for me to run out of breath, leaving me gasping softly against him.

In the haze of my dazed mind, I became acutely aware of his large hand firmly kneading my chest, his movements deliberate yet unhurried. The heat spread out from my sensitive peaks, traveling along the curve of my spine, up the back of my neck, and down below my navel.

Apparently, this was just as stimulating for Kyle as it was for me. The hardness pressing against me, buried deep inside, swelled even further, reclaiming its full size and rigidity. My entrance stretched painfully once more to accommodate him, the sudden fullness almost overwhelming.

As if satisfied with the return of his erection, Kyle pulled his tongue back from our kiss, allowing me to greedily suck in air. I gasped heavily, the world spinning slightly as I tried to regain my beaLyngs. It wasn’t until my breathing steadied somewhat that I realized I was now bent over before him, my body draped forward submissively.

Wait… when did this happen?

Soon, the weight of Kyle’s body pressed down on me from behind. His hands slid beneath me to knead my chest, his fingers firmly grasping and teasing, while his lips peppered small, deliberate kisses along my spine. Each gentle touch, unseen but vividly felt, sent shivers rippling through me, making my hips twitch involuntarily.

Noticing my reaction, Kyle seemed pleased. He leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to trace the curve of my lower back, lingering on the slight hollow with deliberate, pointed strokes.

“Haa… ahh!” I gasped sharply, my body arching instinctively in response to the unexpected stimulation.

“How could I stop after just one round?” Kyle murmured with a low, amused chuckle.

With a smooth motion, he slid his hands down to support my hips, lifting them effortlessly. The shift left me in a position where my rear was raised and tilted toward him, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable.

Kyle, now kneeling behind me, began to knead my hips with deliberate slowness. His large hands squeezed firmly, pressing until the soft flesh spilled between his fingers, then smoothed over my skin in circular motions, his palms applying just enough pressure to leave a lingering warmth.

“Not even in my imagination have I stopped at just once,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

With that, he spread my cheeks apart with both hands and started to move his hips. His motions were slow, unhurried, as though savoring the view of his dark-red length sliding in and out of the pale space between my hips. Each deliberate thrust would reveal the slick, flushed inner walls clinging to him, stretching and yielding as he pulled out, only to disappear again as he buried himself back inside.

The thought of how his earlier release must now be trickling out, slipping down along my stretched entrance with every motion, flickered through my mind. Judging by the low, strained sound of his breath behind me, it was clear that Kyle was thoroughly enjoying the sight. His muted groan echoed softly, thick with satisfaction, as though the view alone was enough to push him to the edge.

I lay sprawled in this unfamiliar position, silently feeling the slick, deliberate glide of his movements within me. The posture alone was enough to make my cheeks burn with shame. Whether it was the embarrassment of being so exposed, the way my upper body lifted slightly with each thrust as blood rushed to my head, or the sound of Kyle’s husky, unrestrained groans behind me—every part of the situation left me feeling utterly flustered.

My face grew hot in an instant, my breath hitching at the raw intimacy of it all.

“Even when you’re asleep, I think about this,” Kyle murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and desire. “Last night… the night before… and the night before that… it’s always been the same.”

“Ngh… ah…!”

Kyle’s movements gradually quickened, his hips driving forward with steady, deliberate thrusts. His hands continued to rub and knead my hips, grounding me as his thick length plunged deep, over and over again. Though his motions weren’t overly rough, the change in position allowed him to reach deeper than before, striking sensitive places with startling precision.

“Ah… ngh!” I gasped, unable to suppress the sounds that escaped with every deep stroke. Each thrust seemed to press against a spot that sent jolts of sensation through me, and as I whimpered, the remnants of his earlier release began to trail down, dripping steadily along my thighs.

“I told you,” Kyle murmured, his voice low and velvety, cutting through the haze of heat and sensation.

“Hnn… ahh…!”

Kyle’s hands slid up from my hips, firmly gripping my waist as he began to drive into me without restraint. Each powerful thrust pushed so deep it felt as though the swollen tip of his length might reach my throat. The sudden force of his movements startled me, and before I could stop myself, my walls clenched tightly around him.

“Let me show you just how filthy I really am,” he growled, his voice dark and unrelenting.

It seemed he enjoyed the way my body reacted. Without missing a beat, he quickened his pace, his thrusts now mercilessly striking my cervix over and over.

“Ahh! Ngh! Ahn…!” I cried out with each impact, my voice breaking as the sensations overwhelmed me. The places he reached—untouched and impossibly sensitive—were pushed to their limits, leaving me unraveling under him.

“So… keep taking me in,” he murmured, his voice tinged with satisfaction, “and savor every bit of it for me…”