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

I couldn’t help but resent the seemingly innocent toy attached to our point of contact. Its trembling beak, moving this way and that, had soaked my lower body in waves of pleasure, leaving an unbearable heat pooling beneath my navel, still unfulfilled.

Earlier, when Kyle’s thrusts had rubbed deep inside me, the relief had been so intense that tears had unknowingly welled up in my eyes.

Even now, that cursed invention kept sending continuous jolts of stimulation to my clenching entrance, making the muscles spasm so tightly around his length that it almost hurt.

There was no choice. Brushing off my embarrassment, I placed my hands on Kyle’s chest and began to move. Lifting my hips until more than half of his base was exposed, I sank back down with a deliberate motion. Thanks to gravity, his length struck just a bit deeper this time, hitting me with a sharp, satisfying pressure.

The collision sent the pleasure pooling in my lower body surging outward, spreading through me all at once. My temples throbbed with heat, and my mind felt like it was melting into a haze.

“Ah, hah… ahhh… ahh…”

I let out ragged moans, moving my hips desperately. Each time the blunt head of his length struck against my cervix, the heat that had been tightly coiled around it began to unravel, spreading a feverish warmth to my most sensitive places. At the same time, as his tip rubbed up and down against my softened, pliable walls, a shiver ran uncontrollably down my spine.

“You must’ve really been unsatisfied…”

Kyle, who had been feigning composure, now had excitement flickering across his face. His eyes, reddened as if on the verge of losing control, roamed hungrily over my body, pupils dilated as if devouring every inch of me.

“Do you know how your breasts bounce with every movement? And how do your nipples stand up stiff?”

“I don’t—ahh! I don’t… know… ahh!”

“Must hurt, huh? Should I hold them for you?”

“Ahh! Ah! Hng! Hahh! Ahhh!”

I sobbed, nearly losing myself, as I desperately moved my hips, throwing my head back in abandon. Heat-flushed saliva slid down my parched throat with audible gulps.

The duck-shaped toy continued to slurp, slurp at my clitoris, causing spasms in my entrance and the surrounding area. With my mind boiling over, there wasn’t any room left for rational thought. I shook my hips at this angle, then that, recklessly trying to make the thick head buried inside me graze my most sensitive spot.

A sensation more overwhelming than the burning heat from the suction on my clitoris—a wave of soft yet violent intensity—danced behind my tightly shut eyelids.

Deep inside my belly, the muscles trembled with powerful contractions. Each time the edge of his tip grazed a particular spot, the heat in my lower abdomen swelled, and swelled, and swelled again, sending jolts along my nerves that set my limbs ablaze with heat. In contrast, the coolness in my fingertips and toes caused them to curl tightly, and at the peak of tension, my entire body stiffened and shook as my entrance clenched down hard around his length.

“Ahhh…!”

Unable to endure the overwhelming sensations any longer, my back arched instinctively, and a warm flood of fluid spilled out, trailing down from our point of connection. As it ran down Kyle’s side and onto my thighs, soaking them—

“Now.”

Even though some of the tension had been released, the lingering need kept me from stopping my desperate grinding. At that moment, Kyle roughly pulled the duck-shaped toy away and tossed it far off. The suction had been so strong that removing it wasn’t easy, and as the beak tugged on my clitoris, another wave of fluid spilled out.

“Ahhh…!”

“I’ll take over.”

Unbothered by my state, Kyle, wearing a rather impatient expression, sat up abruptly.

In an instant, I was lying on my back. He crossed my legs and rested one over his shoulder, causing my swollen clitoris and the tender, slick flesh around it to be pressed against my thigh.

“Lyn.”

“Hng…!”

“Look at this.”

As Kyle thrust upward—thud! thud! thud!—just as he said, the perfectly shaped peaks of my breasts bounced in rhythm with the movement. Even that reaction sent subtle waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

“You like it too…”

With each powerful thrust, the flesh around my entrance was pressed and stretched, causing my inner walls to ripple deeply. There wasn’t a single part of my lower body that hadn’t already reached its peak today, making even the smallest stimulation easily reignite overwhelming pleasure.

“You like being with me like this…”

Kyle gritted his teeth, thrusting roughly into the deepest part of me. It seemed as though he was on the verge of release, holding himself back with great effort as his intense arousal boiled through him. Swollen thicker than usual from his extreme excitement, his length struggled to push through my tightened walls, made even narrower by the way my legs were crossed.

Each thrust reignited a wave of pleasure that rose higher than the last, leaving no room for reprieve. My inner walls, trembling and clenching on their own, wrapped tightly around his pulsing, vein-covered shaft, leaving no space unfilled.

“Hng! Ahh! Ah… hng…!”

His hips began to move faster. Eventually, he uncrossed my legs, letting one fall to the side, and shifted my hips slightly to an angle. Then, with his newly freed range of motion, he drove himself in—thud! thud! thud!—with relentless force.

Leaning further forward, Kyle covered my face with kisses. His hands, which had been kneading my breasts to their fullest, shifted to grip the sides of my body. Then, with a steady rhythm—thud, thud, thud, thud—he drove into the deepest part of me. His swollen tip, desperate to push further but unable to go any deeper, repeatedly struck against my cervix.

“Ah…”

Finally, the sensation of hot seed spilling deep inside me spread through my core.

Hah, hah… Kyle’s breathing was heavy and ragged, like someone who had just sprinted at full speed, likely from having endured such intense arousal for so long.

“That’s why… don’t worry about anything else. Don’t think about anything else…”

With his length still buried inside me, he collapsed sideways, pulling one of my legs to the side. This caused my hips to twist slightly, leaving us naturally entangled, with our hips and pelvises pressed together.

“Lyn. Just think of the good things. Only the good things with me.”

He tilted his head toward my face, slowly licking the corners of my eyes and the edges of my tear-streaked lashes. The warmth and dampness of his tongue gently soothed my reddened eyes, dislodging the dried remnants of my bitter tears. His tender comfort brushed against my eyes, and even though I wasn’t sad, his actions made me feel as though I was being consoled.

“Think only of those things.”

As he softly pulled me closer, wrapping me in his arms, I trembled slightly, the lingering tingling sensation radiating from my still-sensitive entrance making my hips quiver faintly.

Kyle ended up washing me once more.

Earlier, as if to refute the fact that he had helped with my bath for impure reasons, this time he sincerely and diligently cleaned and Lynsed every corner of my body with a detached touch. While he didn’t make me expel the cloudy fluid that had pooled in my depths, he meticulously cleaned the parts of me that had been smeared with bodily fluids.

After dressing me in a soft silk nightgown, he effortlessly lifted me up and laid me on the bed. He ensured I didn’t have to lift a finger, bringing me something to eat and drink. He even gently massaged my trembling back, which had been shaking from the intense climax.

Then, as if swaddling a baby in a blanket, he wrapped me up tightly and laid me on my side. He lay behind me, running his fingers through my hair.

Though he was clumsy at drying my hair and took what felt like forever, he braided it swiftly. He grasped sections of hair here and there, weaving them together before dividing the whole into three loose strands and braiding them into one.

“Lyn.”

Having screamed so much earlier, I didn’t even have the strength to respond. Kyle must have known this because he continued speaking slowly, even without a reply from me.

“These days, I feel so overwhelmed every single day…”

After tying the braid with a scrunchie, he carefully draped it over one of my shoulders, letting it fall to the front of my body, as if preparing for the possibility that I might already be asleep. His touch was as delicate as could be.

“I just hope that, like me, you can think that everything as it is right now is enough…”

He then pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pressed my back against his chest and aligned my hips with his. In that position, completely entwined, Kyle lowered his head and buried his nose in the nape of my neck.

“For the rest of my life, as long as I can smell your scent, nothing else will matter.”

His voice resonated in a way that was both unfamiliar and familiar. It was the tone that young Kyle had used when we lived together, a tone that the perfectly grown man and ruler of a nation no longer used.

It felt as though Kyle was still wandering through the forest of the past.

‘When you’re here, the office feels a little more bearable…’

‘If I can’t even get a taste of you here, being stuck in this place doing this work feels like a puppet show, and I can’t stand it.’

No, that was exactly it. Just as he longed for the tranquil, uneventful days in the forest, he seemed uncomfortable in the palace. No matter how much he revealed his true nature without restraint, he was someone who never forgot his duties. Surely, he must be enduring a lot in his own way.

Indeed, all these various reasons why Kyle kept bringing me to the palace and couldn’t easily let me leave—it all stemmed from the discomfort he felt within those palace walls.

Whether or not he truly had insomnia, whether or not his claim of being unable to perform in front of others was true,

If these issues arose because of me, then they only existed because I wasn’t there.

That’s why he kept wanting to keep me close.

But still…

‘We can’t live like this forever, can we?’

What should I do? I swallowed the sigh that was threatening to escape my lips, careful not to let Kyle, who had fallen asleep while holding me tightly despite his arousal, notice.