The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Chapter 4: It Kept Getting Bigger (5) (M)

Despite my shame, a small sound escaped my lips reflexively, a soft whimper.

How could he be this strong? To think he could even manage something like this…

His movements were unhurried, and I could feel every single motion—how far he pressed in, how much he withdrew. The sensations were so vivid it was almost overwhelming. It felt as though the folds inside me were stretching and contracting in response.

“I wish I could see… the way your vagina swallowing me. There’s no mirror here—should we go to the bedroom?”

“Ah, n-no… I don’t want to!”

“Really? The bed’s too boLyng for you now?”

To get to the bedroom, we’d have to pass through the hallway. Surely, the servants would have cleared the area, assuming what we were up to. Still, the thought of walking through the halls after being so worked up during tea time—just to continue this—was mortifying. The mere possibility of being seen by anyone was enough to make me want to curl up and disappear.

The real problem, though, was Kyle. I had a sinking suspicion that if it were up to him, he wouldn’t care at all. As long as our connection wasn’t visible, he’d probably use my dress to cover me somehow and march us through the hallway in this very position, completely unbothered.

It had been six years since I’d last seen him. How had he changed so much in that time? How had the Kyle in my memories become this person?

“What kind of thoughts are making your ears so red?”

“Ah!

“Think only about me. Just think about how to please me better, about being with me, and about nothing else but me. Okay…?”

Because his movements were slow and deliberate, the tip of his length kept brushing against an especially sensitive spot along my inner walls. Each time he withdrew, the edge of his head scraped against it, and as he re-entered, he would deliberately press against that same spot before thrusting all the way in.

The thick shaft stretched me completely, and even the slightest change in angle sent waves of intense sensation through me.

“Ah, Kyle, Kyle… ah, hng, hng…”

As he repeatedly rubbed against the spot where the sensations were most intense, my inner walls pulsed uncontrollably. The area he was grinding against felt as if it had softened, and my legs kept losing strength, trembling weakly.

Squelch, squelch.

The fluids spilling out increased, reducing the friction between my inner walls and the surface of his length, making the motion slippery.

“Yeah, you’re doing well. Like this… only me, only for me…”

His breath, audible near my ear, grew rougher as if he could no longer contain his excitement. His movements began to quicken.

“Hah, Lyn, Lyn…”

It was as if he was trying to squeeze himself completely into me, clutching my hips even tighter in his arms. He held me so firmly that it felt as though my thighs might be crushed. Over and over, he lifted me only to slam me back down roughly.

Thud, thud, thud…!

He even thrust his hips upward, using the momentum to raise me as high as possible before driving me back down with force.

“Ah! Hng! Ahh!”

He suddenly stood up, bouncing his hips to lift me into the air, only to pull me back down forcefully as if grafting me onto his body. Thud, thud…! His rough movements, paired with this precarious position, were nothing short of dangerous. After all, I was bent in half, suspended in the air with nothing to hold onto. The only thing supporting me was Kyle’s unyielding strength.

Whether it was fear or pleasure, my entire body shivered, and the muscles of my lower entrance instinctively tightened around the thick pillar invading me. Perhaps it was due to gravity or the fact that Kyle was fully upright, but he pierced much deeper than when we were seated.

“Ah! Hng! Kyle!”

Thud, thud, thud…! Even as he thrust me down onto himself repeatedly, his ragged breathing was thick with excitement.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

Kyle, his shoulders heaving with rough breaths, pressed me directly against the nearest wall. Pinning my chest to the surface, he wedged his firm forearm between my hips and the wall, using his weight to thrust his hips forward—thud, thud. My legs, suspended in midair, dangled helplessly in rhythm with his movements, as my hips were locked in place at the height of his length.

“Hah… ah, hng…!”

The position was far from comfortable, but all thoughts of discomfort vanished as the burning need inside me was completely consumed by the way Kyle drove himself in to the base, leaving nothing untouched. Each time he lunged against the wall, a spot near the entrance to my womb was struck—thud, thud!

And because of his deliberate angle from behind, he kept hitting the spots that made me feel the most, over and over again…

As the waves of excitement surged, the instability of my position suddenly frightened me. Soon, I would be swept away by the tide of climax, completely undone. The only things supporting me were his arms gripping my hips and the relentless, forceful thrusts that seemed to pin me to the wall.

Desperate to grab onto something, my hands flailed, clawing at the wall. But the silk wallpaper, elegant in its design, was bare of any decorations or supports, leaving my movements futile.

“Lyn… just how much more are you going to drain me…? You’re so desperate, trying to hold onto me…”

Suddenly, Kyle grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head as he began to thrust upward with force. Thud! Thud! Thud! His movements were so rough that I worried the vibrations might cause the wall decorations on the opposite side to fall. What if everyone could hear this commotion…?

But truthfully, I didn’t even have time to worry. His forceful thrusts kept slamming against the entrance to my womb, relentlessly hitting my most sensitive spot, and it didn’t take long for my entire lower body to surrender to climax.

The area below my navel tightened sharply, and my entrance convulsed uncontrollably around Kyle. A warm flush spread throughout my lower body, and my toes curled midair as my legs trembled.

Even as my mind went blank and my hips quivered with the overwhelming pleasure, a part of me still longed for that thick, rounded head to keep pressing against that sensitive spot without stopping.

“Lyn, should I give you more? Why are you shaking your hips like that…?”

“Ah… no… ah, no…”

“No? What do you mean, no?”

“No, ah… hng, no…”

At some point, the sound of friction began to echo every time his length moved in and out of me—squelch, squelch—as the moisture between us overflowed. The wet hair at our joined spot rubbed together audibly.

“Ah, Lyn, you really…”

Finally, it seemed Kyle had also reached his climax. With a powerful thrust, the deepest one yet, he buried himself completely inside me. I could feel the warmth of him spilling deep within.

Hah, hah, hah…

Even after finishing, Kyle didn’t pull out for a long time. Instead, he stayed buried inside me, lazily grinding his hips as though trying to delve even deeper. I could feel his heavy breaths against the nape of my neck where his head rested.

“Lyn. You’re not meant to live alone.”

“What are you talking about…?”

“Look at this. Your pussy likes me this much… how could you possibly live alone?”

“If it weren’t for you, I would’ve gone my whole life without knowing…”

“Exactly.”

Kyle, fully aware of how witches live, chuckled to himself as he finally withdrew from me. Even though he had softened slightly, the sensation of that heavy mass sliding out was so vivid that I couldn’t help but shudder.

Drip…

Along with his now-softened length, what he had released began to seep out from my entrance. The warm, cloudy liquid trickled clearly down my thighs, leaving a distinct sensation as it ran.

I should clean that up before it drips onto the floor…

I finally managed to set my feet on the ground, but my legs were so weak that I couldn’t stand properly. Trembling like a newborn goat, I must have looked amusing because Kyle bent down and pressed a kiss to my bare backside.

Then, he grabbed my underwear and tore it apart with a loud rip, using it to wipe away the traces he had left on me. His touch was thorough, even wiping up the remnants pooled inside my vagina, causing me to involuntarily twitch.

“Lyn, do you need more?”

“No, I… I’m exhausted.”

“That’s just a physiological reaction. You provoked it on purpose just now.”
I wanted to protest but felt my strength drain from my body, leaving me unable to say anything.

Fortunately, Kyle didn’t do anything more at that moment. Instead, he picked me up effortlessly and carried me over to the long sofa. His strength was astonishing—he cradled me with one arm while using the other hand to grab the cake stand with the apple pie on it.

‘I felt it earlier, too… No, no. Actually, every time, I can’t help but notice…’

I remembered the younger Kyle, who, when sent to pick apples, would go back and forth multiple times with a small basket to fill a box. Of course, once he grew to be about my size, he started taking over all the heavy lifting, but this… this was a monumental transformation.

Sitting against the armrest of the sofa, Kyle let me lie against his chest, stretched out. He didn’t try anything sneaky; instead, he quietly waited for me to recover, idly playing with my hair. He had loosened the braid he’d done earlier in the morning and began carefully weaving a thin braid near my temple.

‘It’s like… Kyle doesn’t let anyone else touch my hair but him.’

Even now, none of the maids dared to touch my hair.

Kyle braided my hair, and we shared the apple pie together.

Memories of the days we lived together naturally surfaced in my mind.

I wondered if Kyle, too, reminisced about those times.

The only difference was the hard outline of his arousal pressing against my back and my lower half—still sensitive and trembling from earlier—that hadn’t yet fully recovered.

“You brought this from the start for this reason, didn’t you?”

“What?”

“The apple pie.”

Thinking back to what had just happened made me feel more embarrassed than usual, and in my embarrassment, I found myself blaming Kyle. Well… it really was his fault. If he hadn’t spilled whipped cream and licked it off my chest and down below, none of this would’ve happened.

Kyle, however, seemed utterly unbothered by my sharp tone. Finishing the braid with a small knot, he chuckled softly and adjusted his posture. Sitting up straight, he pulled me closer, making me sit rather than lie down.

“No… At first, I just wanted to eat it with you, like we used to.”

“What am I supposed to do when just thinking about you makes me hard…” he muttered, resting his head against my shoulder.

The tone of his voice somehow reminded me of the young Kyle from back then.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the taste of that first apple pie you made for me. No matter how delicious other ones are, they just don’t compare.”

He tightened the arm wrapped around my waist and rubbed his cheek against my shoulder like a child seeking attention.

‘…That’s cheating.’

When he says things like that, what am I supposed to do?

The apple pie had been the first thing Kyle ate after being kidnapped during a hunting tournament and starving for several days. Of course, it was made with the best ingredients, so it was bound to be delicious, but to Kyle, the taste of that pie held a uniquely special meaning.

And I had made a point of eating it with him to reassure him that it was safe—something he couldn’t experience in the palace, where he constantly faced the threat of poisoning.

His words stirred a wave of sympathy for the younger Kyle in my memories.

Was it because of those nostalgic feelings that he had the royal palace pâtissiers recreate that flavor and served it to me the day after I arrived at the palace? Was it also why he had brought the pie today, so excited to share it with me?

Thinking that made the taste of the apple pie feel even more heartwarming. I wanted to savor it again, so I reached for a piece of the pie left on the cake stand.

But then, Kyle spoke up.

“Lynn.”

“Yeah?”

“Seeing you chewing like that… Are you feeling better now? Then…”

His voice dropped suggestively, and the hand that had been wrapped around my waist began to slide downward between my legs.

‘Ah…’

Well, so much for that tender moment.

I trembled as his fingers brushed against my swollen clit, my body still sensitive from earlier, and swallowed my frustration.