The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (11) (M)

“Ah, ahh, ngh…! Wh-what is this…? Ah…!”

“As I thought, your most sensitive spot is definitely down here.”

“Hic! Ngh! What is this…? Ahh!”

“They said it’s a bath toy, so they added this kind of feature,” Kyle said in a tone so casual it was as if he were talking about someone else entirely.

I was utterly speechless.

So, Kyle was holding the infamous rubber duck directly against my clit. Apparently, it had a vibration function—the comically parted beak quivered wildly, delivering rapid, relentless taps to my sensitive nub.

“Ah! Hahh, ngh! S-stop, ahh, stop it…!”

I knew this was going to be trouble. The overwhelming pleasure teetered on the edge of pain, and I tried to escape, attempting to push myself up and away from him. But Kyle had a firm grip on my hips, and my efforts to flee were in vain.

I wriggled and squirmed, twisting my hips to escape his grasp, but his strength was unyielding. There was no shaking him off.

So the Mage Tower Master really did make this…!

In this world, magic was essentially a form of engineering. Magic circles were created with formulas, and mana stones were used as energy sources to craft magical tools. But the fact that the Mage Tower Master—a leading scholar in this field—had created a vibrator…?

“Ahhh…!”

Even as my thoughts swirled in disarray, overwhelmed by both confusion and disbelief, the duck’s beak continued to mercilessly stimulate my clit. It was relentless.

The spot had already been thoroughly teased and abused earlier in Kyle’s office. Now, even this steady, unwavering stimulation was enough to make my lower body flush with heat. I could feel my entrance pulsing and leaking clear fluids uncontrollably, though I couldn’t even tell if I was climaxing anymore.

Desperate to escape, I flailed and clawed at the air, but to no avail.

“No, stop… ngh, let me go… let me go…!”

For a moment, Kyle’s grip on my waist loosened. Not wasting the opportunity, I reached for the far edge of the bathtub, clutching it tightly. But before I could do anything more, my legs gave out, leaving me slumped there—and Kyle caught me again.

“Lynn,” he murmured.

I barely managed to stay on my knees, clutching the edge of the tub for support, when Kyle wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. His lips brushed close to my ear as he whispered.

“Let’s only think about fucking today.”

“Why are you… like this…”

“I’ll keep thrusting into you, just like the first time we did it…”

“K-Kyle…”

“That day was so good.”

“W-what was?”

“Like we’re the only two people in the world… don’t think about anything else.”

Soft kisses gently descended along the nape of my neck, slowly trailing down my spine. He placed a kiss on the small, protruding bone at the back of my neck, then continued lower, and lower… His tongue slid between the ridges of my shoulder blades, leaving a warm trail, and then he showered light kisses along each bump of my spine—kiss, kiss, kiss.

Then, without pause, he moved the object he held in his hand back to my vagina.

“Ahh!”

A sharp wave of heat struck my clitoris again, which had already been overstimulated to the point of near numbness. He must have adjusted something, because what I thought was just a vibrating toy—a duck-shaped figure—suddenly clamped its beak onto my clitoris like a pair of pincers.

As the subtle vibrations began, an electrifying surge of arousal quickly spread through my entire lower region.

“W-what is this? Ah! Hng! Ahhh! Ahhh!”

“Keep your hands steady.”

Noticing that my hands were starting to slip as they lost strength, Kyle gave a low, commanding order. Then, lowering himself to eye level with the space between my hips, he stared intently at the flushed, glistening folds.

Without letting go of the duck-shaped toy, he used two fingers to spread apart my lower lips. The soft pinkish-red inner flesh glistened, slick with arousal, and in the center, the small hole repeatedly pulsed, releasing clear fluid with every contraction.

He was so close that each warm breath he exhaled brushed against the drenched folds, making my hips tremble uncontrollably.

“Your lower mouth is practically begging to be filled with something… So why does Lyn keep letting her mind wander elsewhere?”

Even the slow, deliberate tone of his voice seemed to make the sensitive flesh tremble. Even his faint breaths felt like an unbearable stimulus. Despite that, he kept staring at my twitching, glistening hole for a while longer.

“Ahh…!”

“Even with just my tongue, you tighten so much.”

As his tongue lightly licked the slick surface and then slid inside, the entrance instinctively clenched down. The surrounding flesh was so overheated that it felt like every ridge of his tongue was scraping against hypersensitive nerves.

“Kyle, ah… hng, ah, please…”

“Hm?”

“P-please…”

Meanwhile, the duck’s beak continued to clamp onto my clitoris, vibrating as if nibbling on it. The sensation made my vagina tremble uncontrollably, to the point that even the insides of my thighs felt numb.

My legs kept threatening to give out beneath me. While it might have been impossible to collapse completely thanks to Kyle’s hand propping up the top of my folds with the duck toy, I felt like letting all the strength drain from my body and simply falling over.

More than anything, though, I desperately wished for something to reach deep inside me. Specifically, I longed for Kyle’s thick, long cock to fill me completely, striking near the entrance to my womb with reckless precision.

Overwhelmed by the almost painful intensity of the pleasure, all I could do was let out small whimpers. Unable to voice what I wanted, my lips merely quivered silently before my upper body finally gave out, collapsing forward.

“Hah, hng, ah…”

With my face buried sideways in the frothy clusters of soap bubbles, my hips—still held firmly by Kyle—remained raised high in the air. Meanwhile, the duck-shaped toy didn’t stop, and with each twitch of my opening, my hips jerked reflexively. Its beak relentlessly clamped and gnawed on my swollen clitoris.

The fluids flowing from my entrance dripped down along my outer folds, wetting the duck’s beak.

Please, someone, anything… just make this heat go away…

It was at the moment when my breath hitched with the beginnings of a sob that Kyle’s length parted my hips and slammed in—thud!—to the hilt.

“Ahh…!”

The sheer depth of his thrust, sliding effortlessly against my slick walls, left a dull ache deep within my stomach.

“Lyn.”

Kyle exhaled heavily, removing the duck-shaped toy and casually tossing it outside the bathtub. When the beak, which had been clamped onto my flesh, snapped shut like a pincer, a sharp pain shot through the skin it had scraped. Reflexively, my entrance tightened around his length, causing Kyle to let out a groan as he struggled to hold back the urge to release.

“Do you even know… what it’s like inside you right now?”

As he slipped his arm under my waist to lift my hips, Kyle spoke in a rough, urgent tone.

“It’s like you’re sucking me in with your pussy. Even without moving, it keeps pulling me deeper, like it’s trying to swallow me whole…”

“Ahh…!”

Pressing firmly down on the small of my back, just above my hips, Kyle thrust in—thud!—with force.

“Why are you so wet? Did you secretly clean yourself inside before I got here?”

Gripping my sides so tightly that the flesh between his fingers bulged, he slammed into me with all his strength.

“Your pussy lips, those red folds, keep clinging and pulling out with me… You’re devouLyng me so greedily, and yet you talk about living alone?”

Even I could tell that my inner walls weren’t behaving as they normally would. Perhaps it was because the constant stimulation from the duck toy had left the area below my navel burning with heat, but even when he struck against my cervix, it didn’t hurt. Instead, I found myself wanting him to thrust deeper and grind harder.

“Why are you shaking your hips? What’s that for…? You want me to go deeper? Is my cock not enough for you?”

Was it because he was extremely aroused, or was he genuinely upset with me about something? His coarse words, muttered with such intensity, carried a sharp edge.

Soon, Kyle clenched his jaw so tightly that the muscles in his face bulged, and he began to thrust relentlessly. His swollen tip, the slit of his urethra pulsing as if ready to release at any moment, pounded into my depths repeatedly—almost as though trying to grind everything to pieces.

“Ahh! Hng! Ah! Hahh!”

It should have hurt, but instead, it only felt satisfying. The heat that had soaked my entire core—my walls and womb—spread through my body each time he struck with his relentless thrusts. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and my vision flashed white.

As my inner walls trembled violently in response, it seemed Kyle couldn’t hold out any longer. Pressing firmly on my hips, he drove himself in vertically with all his might—thud! thud! thud!

“…Khhh.”

At the deepest thrust, where my entrance rubbed against his coarse pubic hair, he finally reached his climax, releasing himself inside me as if he had no choice.

Even then, Kyle didn’t pull away. Instead, he moved slowly in and out of me, as if in a temporary lull. Though his length had softened slightly, my inner walls—softened and swollen like semi-solid flesh—were still slick with both our fluids, allowing him to continue sliding effortlessly.

“Hah… hng… seriously, with such a sinful pussy like this, what were you planning to do on your own…”

Kyle let out strained groans, as if enduring the intense pleasure of my inner walls still tightly sucking him in. His hips moved roughly back and forth, far too forceful to be considered afterplay. The surface of his slightly softened length rubbed against my slick, swollen folds, gradually regaining its hardness.

After a few deep groans, his tip—now as firm as it had been at the start—began scraping against the ridges of my inner walls once more.

“Come here,” he said.

Kyle abruptly pulled out of me, then lifted me effortlessly and laid me down flat. Despite my exhausted body likely feeling heavier than usual, his steps were steady and confident.

Stepping out of the bathtub, he grabbed a large towel from the stack, threw it onto the floor, and spread it out with his foot.

Sitting down on the towel, Kyle positioned me on top of him. As the tip of his upright length pressed against my lower entrance, just a slight shift of my hips was enough for his girth to slide in completely with a single motion.

“Hng…”

It struck somewhere slightly different than when he entered from behind. The pressure made my hips tremble involuntarily. Kyle, leaning back leisurely on his elbows, tilted his head toward me with a casual motion.

“Your turn.”

“…What?”

“You’ve always let me do all the work. Maybe if you try it yourself, you’ll learn what it feels like to want more.”

As I stared at him, stunned, Kyle brought out the duck-shaped toy again. When did he grab that…? After fiddling with the duck’s head for a moment, he clamped its beak onto my now swollen clitoris, which was more engorged than ever.

“Ahh… hng…!”

My vision went white in an instant. It must have been another function because the duck’s beak began to suck on my clitoris. Slurp, slurp. Unlike when Kyle would purse his lips to suck, the beak applied stronger, more precise suction over a defined area. The pressure was so intense that it burned deep into the flesh beneath my sensitive skin.

Looking at its cute exterior, you would never imagine it had such a wickedly obscene function—one so mercilessly erotic.

“Go on.”

“Ahh! Hng! Ahhh! Hnnng!”

“Move your hips yourself,” Kyle teased, looking up at me with a playful expression.

“I’m giving you my cock, so you can grind it exactly where you want it to.”

The suction continued relentlessly, and in rhythm with it, my lower entrance—wrapped tightly around his length—kept releasing clear fluids in spurts, as if drooling uncontrollably. The coarse hair around his lower abdomen quickly became slick and shiny with the moisture.

“I just came once already. Even if I don’t finish now, well, I’m not too disappointed.”

“Hng! Ahh! Ahhh…!”

Clearly, he would care, but his teasing tone, meant to embarrass me, only made me glare at him with teary eyes brimming with frustration.

“What? Weren’t you upset earlier because I finished too quickly?”

“N-no… ahh, ahh…!”

“No? Then why were you shaking your hips so much?”

Kyle’s mischievous gaze felt unbearably irritating.

Unlike usual, he wasn’t holding me down, so I could have gotten up and left if I really wanted to. The problem was… he wasn’t wrong.