The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (2) (M)

Mmm…

A strange sensation kept stirring below, and without realizing it, I twisted my hips slightly as I woke up.

‘What time is it…?’

Ugh… Even with just a small movement, my entire body ached. Well, it made sense—considering how many times we did it last night…

At first, since it was his first time, he finished relatively quickly. But after that, every time he entered me, it felt like it went on forever. Of course, that’s just how it felt to me as the one receiving. To Kyle, it might not have been enough. No, it probably wasn’t. Every time he finished, he would immediately grow hard again, as if unsatisfied…

Yes. Just as in the original life of Kyle, which I used to call the “source material,” he was truly tireless. But that tirelessness didn’t just mean he could keep getting aroused again and again. Initially, he lost himself in his own excitement, moving recklessly. However, by the second time, he began focusing intently on figuring out what would stimulate me the most. Naturally, it didn’t take him long to find it, and from then on, he was relentless in pushing me toward climax after climax.

For someone like me, who had lived without knowing desire, I couldn’t count how many times I trembled and cried out from the peak of pleasure in just one night. By the end, completely drained of energy, I could do nothing but accept him. Near dawn, I remember breaking down in tears, saying I couldn’t take it anymore, and finally falling asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

If I hadn’t escaped into sleep, Kyle would have surely kept going. He might have continued even while I slept—I wouldn’t know. Maybe that’s why, when I finally woke up late in the morning, I found myself lying in his arms, only to realize that I was already impaled on his arousal. And once again, he had me pinned beneath him, drowning me in wave after wave of climax.

From time to time, attendants came knocking on the bedroom door, seeking Kyle. But he ignored them all, entirely consumed by our lovemaking. It wasn’t until well past noon that he finally said he’d step out briefly to take care of urgent matters. The moment he left, I passed out, sleeping like the dead.

And now, I had woken up.

“K-Kyle…!”

“You’re awake? Hold on a second.”

“What… what are you doing… ah!”

Ah… ah… mm… ah! Sharp jolts of pleasure surged through me from below, leaving me no choice but to let out helpless moans. Every time my swollen nub was sucked, my vision flickered, and my toes curled involuntarily.

Kyle had buried his face between my thighs. With both hands, he had spread apart the folds of my entrance, pressing his lips against the protruding, sensitive bud, drawing it in with deliberate suction. After being tormented by him all morning, the sensitive flesh hadn’t had time to settle. Each time his lips clung to it, waves of sensation coursed through me. My swollen nub was so engorged that I could feel every contour of his lips with vivid clarity.

Waking up to the sudden sensation of my most sensitive spot being sucked left me utterly bewildered. The throbbing ache below only added to the absurdity of the situation.

“S-stop, ah… ngh…!”

Instinctively, I reached out, trying to push Kyle’s head away, but it was futile. Though I had slept deeply, my strength hadn’t fully returned, and my feeble efforts didn’t faze him in the slightest. Instead, Kyle only doubled down, sucking even more fervently, as if completely unbothered. To make it worse, he intertwined his fingers with mine as though reassuring me, as if this was something I had wanted all along.

I could feel the wetness melting away from my inner walls, trickling slowly out and pooling at my entrance.

“Ah… haa… ahh!”

The relentless suction, with no regard for gentleness, sent bolts of lightning-like pleasure crashing down on my most sensitive spot. Desperately trying to escape, I writhed my hips and kicked at the bed, but Kyle didn’t budge an inch. Instead, each movement only caused his lips and teeth to press against me, sending jolts of rough pain mixed with pleasure.

“Ahh! Hngh… mm… ahhh!”

By the time my clitoris, having been sucked mercilessly, was stinging from overstimulation, the throbbing ache between my legs intensified, and my vision began to blur. The overwhelming sensation creeping up was unmistakable—one I had experienced repeatedly last night.

It felt like an unbearable pressure, almost like the urge to pee, but I knew it wasn’t that. It was the precursor to something else, something I had already endured several times.

Even so, embarrassment consumed me, and I clenched tightly, struggling to hold back. Yet…

“Ahhh…!”

Unable to withstand the merciless suction any longer, the dam of pleasure burst, and a clear stream of arousal trickled out.

As if he had been waiting for this moment, Kyle slid his lips downward, licking over my entrance and perineum in layers. He lapped up everything—what had pooled inside, what had gathered between the folds—leaving nothing untouched. It was nothing short of ravenous.

“Ah… ngh… ahh… mmph!” Each time his tongue thoroughly explored and devoured my most sensitive spots, a different part of me would convulse, my hips jerking uncontrollably.

“D-dirty… ah… stop…!”

“The only thing dirty here is me.”

“S-stop it, ngh… ah!”

“I’m thirsty, that’s all,” he murmured.

“Hnngh! You’re insane… ah!”

“You know I’m good at eating anything,” he added with an audacious grin.

Hearing his absurd words, I couldn’t help but shiver, my toes curling and trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure climbed higher and higher.

Kyle continued to focus on devouring me for what felt like an eternity. Whenever it seemed like the flow was slowing, he would pinch my swollen nub, coaxing more out, just to lick it all up again. Why was he doing this? Even as my mind turned to mush from the overwhelming ecstasy, I couldn’t help but feel utterly bewildered by his relentless actions. Over and over, I quivered under his ministrations, climaxing repeatedly, leaking and trembling until he was satisfied.

“When you weren’t here… on those damn nights wrestling with those cursed raccoon bastards… I always wanted to come back and hold you in my arms.”

Finally, Kyle lifted his head from between my legs and began to slowly undress. From the looks of it, he must have come straight here after finishing work, as he was impeccably dressed in a shirt, cravat, and tailored trousers.

Come to think of it, this was the first time I had seen him dressed so formally. When he first came to my forest home, he had been clad in armor. Since then, he would return to the bedroom every day in nothing but a nightgown. Gasping for breath, I found myself mesmerized by the sight of his elegant, dignified attire being undone piece by piece.

The cravat, tightly fastened just below his Adam’s apple, fell away. The shirt that had hugged his strong, sculpted torso began to come undone, button by button. And when he finally unfastened the buttons on his trousers and slid them down to his knees along with his undergarments—

“So, Lyn.”

As though he could no longer hold back, Kyle seized both my ankles and pulled me sharply toward him.

“Hurry… take me in.”

“Hngh…!”

As he lowered his hips, the head of his length slid smoothly into my slick entrance, gliding in with ease before pressing firmly against my deepest spot. The sudden fullness and the pressure of him burying himself all the way in were overwhelming.

“Earlier… every time I thought about you, I kept getting hard. It was torture…”

“Hngh, you… you’re unbelievable…!”

“Mm, next time I think of you, I won’t handle it alone. I’ll just come straight to you.”

“W-what does that even—ahh, ngh!”

Kyle, as always, muttered absurdities while beginning to thrust his hips. Thud, thud, thud…! With every upward drive of his hips, my bare body, still as it had been when I passed out earlier that morning, shook up and down. I could feel my breasts, covered in the countless marks he had left on them the night before, bouncing with the motion.

“As I thought, Lyn… you’re so much better… so much tastier…”

There wasn’t even time to process his words before Kyle buried his face in my chest.

‘Again… he’s at it again…’

With his lips brushing against my sensitive skin and the depths of me being thoroughly ravaged, my thoughts faded into white noise, leaving me barely able to think.

Will I… will I be able to sleep early tonight…?

* * *

As I lay there, listening to Yvette’s careful question outside the door—“Miss, should I prepare lunch for you, or would you prefer to rest longer?”—I finally managed to open my eyes. Kyle was nowhere to be seen; he must have gone out to attend to state affairs.

So, I had finally woken up, not after a single day but two full days later, in the late afternoon. It was no wonder—I had spent those two days utterly at Kyle’s mercy, subjected to his relentless desire. Like our first night together, he had remained insatiable, persistently hard and taking me repeatedly without pause.

The man who used to leave early in the morning and return late at night was nowhere to be found. He didn’t even bother to go to work. Perhaps he snuck off to handle urgent matters while I slept, but every time I regained consciousness, Kyle was right there, glued to me, teasing or holding me. Sometimes, I faintly heard the sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door or what I assumed were the frustrated murmurs of his attendants. Yet it seemed he had spent most of those two days confined to the bedroom with me.

He held me until I passed out from exhaustion, and every time I woke, he was ready—pressing himself, already hard, against me as if he’d been waiting for that moment.

Does he even sleep? Was he ever planning to cure his insomnia in the first place?

If there was one small mercy, it was that whenever I woke, simple meals had been prepared and left on the bedside table.

“How does it feel to only eat what I feed you, both above and below? Which tastes better?”

He had the foresight to order food from the kitchen but seemingly none of the patience to wait for me to eat. Claiming to feed me himself, he would sit me on his lap, making sure I was pressed against his hard arousal. The position alone left me dazed, with him buried so deeply inside that I could barely think straight. How much could I possibly eat in that state?

And as if that weren’t enough, he’d make me climax several times, leaving me so drained I could hardly lift a finger.

“I’m… exhausted. Just… just do it. It’s slippery enough now…”

“Lyn, I’m doing it because you like it. Your body begs for me every time you come…”

“That’s… ngh… just biology… ahh!”

“And it lets me go even deeper this way…”

“You’re already… so deep… ahh!”

“Lyn, do you hear this? The mess I made earlier is still dripping out of you… it’s turned into froth.”

…Just thinking back to the events of the past two nights was enough to make my face burn with embarrassment.

I pulled at the bell cord, trying to erase the thoughts. My throat was raw, my voice hoarse from how much I had cried out during those endless sessions.

Can I even face anyone like this…?

It seemed Kyle had at least tidied things up a bit before leaving. He had cleaned my body and straightened the bedding, but the room still bore the unmistakable signs of three days and nights of relentless lovemaking.

The sheets and blankets were stained and had dried and been soiled again multiple times. The broken vase from when Kyle had lifted me onto the console table. The wall décor that had fallen during one of his more vigorous thrusts when he pinned me against the wall. The wooden tea table that finally gave way under the force of his movements when he took me bent over it…

As I barely managed to glance around the room, I could recall every shameless thing that had happened in each spot, playing like a vivid reel in my mind.

‘…They won’t know the details. They’ll only have a vague idea… I hope.’

Please, let that be the case…

“Good afternoon, Miss. While you wait for your meal, allow us to assist you with a bath and getting dressed,” came the calm voices of the maids as they entered.

My worries were unfounded. The maids showed no signs of embarrassment or surprise. Moving with seamless efficiency, they gave me honey water to sip, helped me to my feet, dressed me in a robe, and guided me to the bath they had prepared. They washed me thoroughly, not even flinching at the sight of my bruised and discolored skin, which bore the marks of days of passion, nor at my weak, aching body that struggled to move properly after enduring Kyle’s overwhelming strength.

Though a curtain had been drawn to shield the bathroom, I could hear the sounds of others enteLyng the room to change the bedding and open the windows to air it out.

The maids didn’t so much as blink at the evidence of what had transpired: my skin marred by various hues from the deep bruises, my inability to move without wincing from having received his relentless attention in unthinkable positions.