The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (4) (M)
“That’s important, isn’t it?”
“…Is it?”
“It is.”
After all, you’d said it was the reason you couldn’t even consider a political marriage.
In Roden, Kyle was practically the only member of the royal family left. Producing heirs quickly wasn’t just expected of him—it was his duty.
Complicating matters further was his father, who had abdicated and gone into retirement at a regional estate. If, by some twist of fate, the old man, set in his ways, were to father another child before Kyle did, it could throw the kingdom into chaos. In the original storyline, Kyle had sent his father a poison that caused permanent sterility to prevent such an outcome. I had no idea whether this version of Kyle had done the same, but in any case, it was obvious that everyone supporting Kyle’s reign would be pushing for him to marry and produce heirs as soon as possible.
And honestly, I wasn’t much different in that regard.
“It seemed like it might be connected to your insomnia, so I thought I’d research both together,” I explained, trying to keep my tone light.
“Lyn…”
Kyle tightened his grip around my waist almost immediately, as though he hadn’t even processed my explanation before responding. His arms, already strong, now felt unyielding, keeping me firmly in place.
“Why do you keep talking about my cock? Every time you say something like that, I get hard again.”
…As if it were my fault. I knew better. He had already been aroused when he embraced me.
A deep sense of injustice welled up inside me, but there was nothing I could do. Trapped in his strong arms, I couldn’t turn to face him or escape his hold. All I could do was endure his embrace—and the subtle yet deliberate movement of his hands sliding along my waist, one moving upward and the other downward.
“Come to think of it… you used to scold me, didn’t you? Told me not to come into the lab with a filthy body, like a rat.”
“That was… back then…” I stammered.
“Well, what do we do now? Looks like I’ve snuck in like a rat after all.”
“…”
Thinking back to the night Kyle had quietly sobbed, it was clear how deeply those words had wounded him. Could those scars, accumulated over time, have contributed to his current insomnia? Back then, with Aunt Ibi and the other witches watching, I had blurted out whatever came to mind, worried they’d criticize me for not properly disciplining Kyle or setting the right example.
“If that filthy little rat wants to fuck you here… would that be okay?”
“Of course not—ngh…”
I was about to say no, but before the words could leave my lips, Kyle roughly grabbed my chest, cutting me off. Did I just say “of course”? He let out a low laugh, his breath warm against my ear as he gently sucked on my earlobe.
Meanwhile, his other hand slid downward, slipping between my legs and grabbing at my mound through my clothes, pulling me firmly toward him. The motion forced my hips to arch, and the hardness of his arousal pressed firmly between the cleft of my rear. Slowly, he moved his hips, rubbing himself against me.
God… Is he seriously this excited again today?
“You know,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “this is my house. I barged in yesterday without asking, and you didn’t complain. I even rummaged through your cabinet without permission. So, why not this? What’s stopping us from fucking right here, huh?”
Muttering as he spoke, Kyle grabbed large handfuls of the hem of my house dress, lifting it up to my waist without hesitation. His hand slid beneath my undergarments, and without pause, his fingers glided along my slick folds before pushing into my entrance.
“Nngh, Kyle…!”
“…Lyn, are you already wet?”
“No, ngh! It’s not that, I—”
“Was it leaking from what I came inside you this morning? Your little hole down here kept twitching while you were asleep, so I pushed it all back in.”
Kyle kept whispering vulgar words into my ear as his fingers stirred inside me, each movement accompanied by the wet sounds of his touch. As if it weren’t already bad enough that he had pushed his seed back inside me—why on earth would he even do that?—what truly grated on me was the injustice of it all.
I wasn’t aroused; it was only because he had grabbed my outer lips so firmly while grinding himself against my backside that my body reacted involuntarily. It definitely wasn’t because my body had grown too accustomed to him after three sleepless nights together… definitely not.
“Nngh… ahh…”
“Just bear with it a little longer.”
As I tried to swallow my tangled thoughts, Kyle’s fingers didn’t stop moving, pressing and dragging against my inner walls with relentless intensity. The sound of wet friction, squelch, squelch, filled the room as his thumb bore down on my sensitive nub. My hips jerked involuntarily in response, causing him to let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying my reaction.
He quickened his pace, the slickness of my growing arousal making his movements all the more effortless. Squelch, squelch, squelch. The warm, sticky wetness inside me began to increase, pooling and dripping from within.
“Lyn,” he murmured, his voice heavy with amusement, “your little pussy is begging to be filled already.”
“…Hngh,” I whimpered, unable to respond properly.
“It won’t even let my fingers go.”
It had been 11 years since I emerged from Lillitea’s body and 11 years of pouring my life into this laboratory. And now, as obscene sounds echoed through this space that was essentially my second home, I felt like crying. What made it worse was my own body betraying me—my hips jerking involuntarily, anticipating the pleasure that was sure to follow.
Noticing my response, Kyle aligned himself with my movements, grinding his hips against me. Although he hadn’t entered me yet, the way we moved felt indistinguishable from the act itself.
“Forget those stupid illustrations. You want to know what’s good for virility? Your scent. Your pussy. Your breasts. Your moans,” he growled.
“Please, just…” I tried to protest weakly.
“Why would I need anything else when I get this hard just from you?”
But you’re the one who said you couldn’t…
“Want me to keep proving it? Show you how often I get hard when I’m with you?”
“Nngh…!”
Kyle pressed his lips along my neck and shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. At the same time, he pushed another finger inside me, stretching me further. I didn’t even notice when he’d undone his pants, but the weight and heat of his thick, rigid length now rested in the cleft of my bare backside. As his fingers pounded into me rhythmically, his shaft moved in time, sliding up and down against my skin, the raised veins dragging along my sensitive flesh.
…Contraceptives. I need to make contraceptives.
* * *
“Lyn. Here.”
Kyle pressed a small piece of apple pie against my lips. I obediently opened my mouth, letting him feed me, and then, without hesitation, I sucked on the fingers he had used to bring the pie to my lips.
“You, too. Eat something.”
“I told you, I’m fine just eating you,” he said with a grin, clearly amused.
Kyle chuckled as he reached forward to slice more of the apple pie. He carefully cut it into bite-sized pieces, adding a generous dollop of whipped cream to each one.
We were in the sitting room where I occasionally enjoyed tea time with the maids. Normally, Kyle would disappear during the day, handling royal duties until he returned late at night after a formal dinner with others. Lately, however, that pattern had vanished entirely. Now he visited the inner palace constantly—even during work hours. Sometimes it was for lunch, other times just to see my face, but no matter the reason, it almost always ended with us tangled in the same conclusion.
How much longer is Kyle going to stay in this perpetual honeymoon state?
Today, he had shown up in the late afternoon, just in time for tea. After dragging me out of my laboratory, he reminisced about the past and ordered the servants to prepare a tea table featuLyng apple pie, his supposed favorite. And now, here we were again, with the finest porcelain tea trays, and the royal palace’s best patissier’s apple pie laid out before us.
Yet, as always, this was where we ended up.
I was sitting in Kyle’s lap, leaning back against his chest, with his rigid arousal fully sheathed inside me. He wasn’t moving—just sitting there casually with his chin resting on my shoulder, reaching forward to slice pie and feed me piece by piece.
“You really… if you’re just going to do this, why even come?” I grumbled.
“Why else? I came to eat something delicious.”
“…”
“I already ate once earlier. I’m taking it slow this time.”
Kyle whispered nonsense in my ear, his low voice sending shivers down my spine, and punctuated his words with a soft kiss on my cheek.
It wasn’t as though I had any say in this situation. The only reason I was putting up with it was to avoid causing a scene or disrupting his mood unnecessarily.
As soon as the tea table had been prepared—with Yvette carefully pouring tea into our cups—Kyle had dismissed all the maids, including her, leaving us alone in the room.
‘It’s not as good as what you used to make for me, but it’s close, don’t you think?’
At first, it really seemed like he intended to enjoy tea properly.
The apple pie was just as refined and delicious as it had been the first time I tasted it after arriving at the palace. Compared to the rustic, clumsy pies I used to bake, this one was leagues ahead in both flavor and presentation. Knowing how much Kyle had loved apple pie back then—enough to tweak the recipe himself—it warmed my heart a little to think that our time together had left fond memories for him too.
But Kyle didn’t even bother to eat the pie himself. He barely sipped his tea, choosing instead to stare at me intently as I ate. Then he began cutting pieces of pie for me, experimenting with different toppings—dusting some with cinnamon or smothering others with whipped cream before feeding them to me.
And then…
‘…Oh.’
Whether it was a mistake or deliberate, an excessive dollop of whipped cream landed on the front of my dress.
‘That’s going to ruin my clothes.’
‘It’s fine. I’ll just wipe it off with a napkin—’
‘Uncomfortable, though, isn’t it? Should’ve just made you eat naked in the first place.’
Kyle’s eyes glinted mischievously as he spoke, leaning closer, and I froze.
‘…What?’
Before I could process his words, Kyle leaned down, claiming he would “clean it up” and proceeded to lick the whipped cream directly off my dress with his mouth.
And then… well, things escalated.
What started with him licking the cream near the neckline of my dress quickly turned into his hands kneading both of my breasts. Soon after, he pulled the fabric aside, exposing me as his tongue traced along the curve of my cleavage. By that point, any concern about the whipped cream was long forgotten.
‘Come to think of it, what I really wanted to taste wasn’t the pie.’
With those absurd words, Kyle effortlessly lifted me and set me down on the tea table. Then, without hesitation, he ducked beneath my skirt and began licking my most sensitive spot.
‘Stop… ngh! This is so… weird. Haa…! It’s getting wet… it’ll get… dirty…!’ I protested, squirming, my voice trembling with embarrassment.
‘You always spill a little when you eat. What’s the big deal?’ he replied casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
He didn’t stop until the tablecloth beneath me was soaked in a round stain from the fluids leaking out after I climaxed. And then, as if it were somehow my fault, he complained that seeing me like that had made his cock so hard it hurt. Before I could even catch my breath, he pulled me onto his lap, seating me on top of his arousal once again.
“All… your doing…” I muttered to myself, frustration bubbling beneath my exhaustion.
“Kyle… I have a request,” I said weakly, trying to gather my resolve.
“Mm, what is it?” he asked, his tone so casual it made me want to scream.
“When we’re eating… can’t we just eat?”
“Then you should’ve eaten properly without spilling like a child. So messy.”
“…”
“No matter how much you glare at me, your face is so flushed and erotic right now that it’s just turning me on even more,” Kyle said with a teasing grin, his low laughter rumbling in his chest.
As if to emphasize his words, he pressed soft, lingering kisses to the corners of my eyes and along my flushed cheeks. The playful affection felt more like taunting, making my shame and frustration swell. I wanted to retort, but even I could feel the warmth creeping across my face, betraying my emotions.
And as if to prove he wasn’t lying, the thick length inside me throbbed, stretching me further as it seemed to grow even harder.
“Haa… ngh…”
Maybe it was because of how deeply he was buried due to the position, but even the slightest shift sent a shallow climax rippling through my entire body. The warmth pooling inside me grew slicker, making every sensation more vivid. The mere presence of his thick length, firmly filling me, heightened my sensitivity to the point where even the tiniest movements sparked friction that burned with heat.
With the tight fit, my inner walls clung to him, trying instinctively to contract and grip tighter, but the unyielding stretch made it impossible, leaving me trembling with unfulfilled tension.
And every time he twitched inside me, pressing deeper in an almost teasing rhythm, it felt like he was intentionally driving me mad.
I couldn’t help but think, if only he’d just move roughly… grind against me hard and fast…
The thought alone was enough to make my head spin with shame and disbelief at myself.
It had been several days of constant intimacy with Kyle, the number of times we had been joined far exceeding the number of days themselves. Perhaps it was because of this sheer frequency, but my body had grown attuned to pleasure, learning all too well the subtleties of sensation that could drive me to the edge.
I had come to understand how the swollen ridge of his firm tip scraped against my inner walls, the intense pleasure that shot through me whenever his blunt head struck deep near my cervix, and the electric thrill that coursed through my entire core when the sensitive mucous membrane at my entrance was roughly stroked. I had even experienced how my body quivered uncontrollably when my inner walls trembled with excitement, sending tingling pleasure cascading down my spine.
Even so, I tried my best to maintain composure, unwilling to let Kyle see me fully undone by desire.
“Lyn, your pussy must love me. It’s drooling all over,” Kyle teased, his voice dripping with smug amusement.
“Please… stop saying things like that…” I managed weakly, my voice betraying me with a quiver.
“It’s wetter than usual. You must like it when I stay pressed deep like this, don’t you?”
“Ngh… ah… no, it’s not…”
“Since you’re already soaked, should I let you drench my pants with everything you’re dripping?”
Kyle’s strong arms slid beneath the crook of my knees, effortlessly lifting my legs. With my thighs spread wide and supported entirely by him, my knees bent and raised, the position left me completely open, the point where we were joined becoming the undeniable focus between us.
What kind of position is this…? Just imagining it was unbearably embarrassing. I buried my face in my hands to hide my flushed cheeks, which had turned crimson. For some reason, I felt a tight sensation on my vagina, and Kyle, seemingly affected by it, let out a muffled groan as he leaned his head against my shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I’ll change clothes before I go out… I don’t want to walk around smelling like you, in case some other guy catches a whiff and gets excited. It’d make me want to kill them all…”
“Stop saying such ridiculous things…”
“You don’t realize it, do you? Your vagina scent is sweeter than apple pie.”
The whispered words in my ear were so outrageous that I let out a faint, incredulous laugh. But Kyle, without hesitation, wrapped his arms tightly around me, folding me into his embrace. Slowly, he began to move me up and down.
“Ah… hng…”
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