The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Epilogue (2) (M)

Thus, time passed in a whirlwind, and soon, the day of the wedding arrived.

Having fasted since the previous night, I barely noticed how the hours slipped by until we were at the Great Hall of the capital. There, the archbishop presided over the marriage ceremony.

“Do you, His Majesty Kyle Rodenaburg, firstborn of the late King Georg III, Sovereign of Roden, honorary knight of the royal order, and guardian of the twin towers of Truth and Knowledge, take Lady Lillithea, eldest daughter of Leon Edelsbach, as your lawfully wedded wife…?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Lady Lillithea, eldest daughter of Leon Edelsbach…?”

“I do.”

“To the bride, I now ask…”

Even in the midst of the marriage ceremony, Kyle’s impatience was unmistakable.

He had already been annoyed by the month and a half of preparation required for the wedding. His frustration had only grown over the past few weeks, with so many people constantly around me, preventing him from behaving as he usually did. To make matters worse, the previous night, we had been made to sleep apart due to the elaborate beauty treatments I was required to undergo.

And so, the moment I entered the chapel, dressed in my wedding gown and holding the Duke of Edelsbach’s hand, Kyle’s reaction was immediate. His ears turned bright red as he fidgeted restlessly, muttering about how long everything was taking and silently pressuring the archbishop and priests with his pointed stares.

To be fair, I wasn’t exactly thrilled either. Starving and trapped in layers of corsets and petticoats, I felt suffocated and heavy. While I wanted the ceremony to end quickly, I knew there were still many events planned for the day, so I resigned myself to enduring it all.

“Now, I declare that these two are lawfully wed…”

Before the archbishop could finish the proclamation, Kyle leaned in and kissed me.

His strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I let myself sink into his embrace, thankful for a moment of support amidst the chaos.

The kiss, however, was anything but brief. It was rough and fervent, as if he were rewarding himself for all the restraint he’d shown up until now. It lasted far longer than necessary, causing murmurs to ripple through the congregation.

The next part of the ceremony was a parade. Starting from the Great Hall, we were to circle the city’s main avenue before returning to the palace.

“To the palace.”

“Pardon? Your Majesty, the next part is the city parade…”

“Now.”

“Your Majesty…”

“To the palace.”

“Y-Yes, of course…!”

Kyle threatened the coachman to forgo the city parade route and instead race straight to the palace.

“Your Majesty, where are you going? The reception preparations—”

“Move aside.”

“But the royal wedding procession—”

“Do you want to dance with me instead? Let them celebrate on their own.”

After stepping out of the carriage, Kyle effortlessly lifted me into his arms and marched through the main building toward the inner palace. Attendants swarmed around him, attempting to reason with him, but it was useless.

“Kyle, shouldn’t we at least attend the reception?”

“Lyn.”

No matter how I tried to persuade him, his blazing red gaze, dark with desire, silenced me.

“I’ve been waiting… a long time for this. Haven’t I?”

“It’s only been a few days—”

“Only? I’ve been thinking about nothing but ending this wedding nonsense and having you all to myself.”

“Hey, everyone can hear—”

“I married you so I wouldn’t have to worry about prying eyes, and yet everyone seems to want something from us. I can’t even be with you properly because of it.”

He buried his face in the voluminous folds of my wedding dress, growling through gritted teeth. Then, as if steadying himself, he straightened up and took long strides toward our destination.

Whether it was the increasing ferocity of his demeanor or something else, the attendants eventually stopped trying to stop him.

“Your Majesty!”

When we entered the bridal chamber, the maids who had been decorating the room froze in place, stunned. They clearly hadn’t expected us to arrive so soon.

“Out. All of you.”

“Pardon?”

“But, the reception preparations—”

“We still need to finalize—”

“Get out. All of you.”

With Kyle’s crimson eyes gleaming dangerously, not a single maid dared argue. They hurriedly fled the room, closing the door tightly behind them.

Once we were alone, Kyle gently laid me on the bed, which had been sprinkled with fresh rose petals.

“Finally, just the two of us.”

But instead of the urgency he had shown earlier, he stood still, gazing at me with an expression overwhelmed by emotion. His eyes, redder than ever, swept over my carefully adorned appearance.

He looked at the tiara perched atop my head, the hairpins securing my hair into an intricate updo, the pale curve of my neck, my collarbone, and the dip of my neckline.

He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling as if to calm the overwhelming surge of emotion, then sat by my head.

“You… you’re so beautiful today. Too beautiful.”

His hand hovered near my face, as if he didn’t know how or where to touch me. Finally, he lowered his head and kissed my forehead.

Despite his earlier murmurs about more carnal intentions, his kiss was gentle, almost reverent, so soft it tickled.

He kissed the space between my eyebrows, the tip of my nose, and then the raised edges beneath each of my eyes.

“I couldn’t let anyone else see you for too long.”

“You look amazing too,” I replied, chuckling at his affectionate kisses. I reached up to touch his face, gently running my fingers along his cheek.

For the first time since the day began, I had the presence of mind to truly take him in.

His hair, which fell long enough to brush my face, was perfectly groomed. With it swept back, I could see his striking features clearly: his broad forehead, the prominent bone structure around his eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, and the crimson irises that gleamed with depth and clarity.

His jawline was strong and defined, his lips pressed together in a subtle display of restraint. Even the slight dimples at the corners of his mouth hinted at the tension he was holding back.

The royal knightly uniform Kyle wore for the wedding, its pristine white fabric adorned with golden tassels and epaulets, was dazzling. But more than any of it, the most regal and beautiful thing in the room was Kyle’s face.

“You’ve grown up well.”

“…What’s grown is something else entirely,” Kyle grumbled, frowning as if annoyed that I was treating him like a child. He pinched my nose lightly, a playful gesture mixed with irritation.

“Turn around.”

Before I could respond, Kyle slipped his hand behind my back and gently pushed me to roll onto my stomach. Hooo… I exhaled as Kyle sprawled atop me, his chest pressed against my back. He buried his nose into the nape of my neck and took a deep breath, savoring the scent. Then, he began pressing kisses along my shoulder blades, the touch light and warm, as he started undoing the tiny buttons running down the back of my dress.

The buttons were small—pea-sized—and there were more than a dozen of them. One by one, he unfastened them, pulling apart the lace-trimmed bodice. With a sense of accomplishment, he slipped off the long-sleeved lace top, only to find another layer: the sleeveless bodice of the main dress.

Suppressing a sigh of mild annoyance, Kyle untied the ribbons holding the second layer in place, the soft sound of fabric slipping against fabric filling the air.

But, of course, that wasn’t the end of it. As befitting a wedding gown, the skirt of the dress had multiple layers, not to mention the petticoats underneath. I had long since lost count of how many there were. And beyond those, there was the corset and my undergarments.

“…Why are there so many clothes?”

“That’s just how noble attire is,” I replied with a chuckle.

“Are you going to wear this kind of thing from now on too?”

“Huh? I don’t know… I guess… maybe?”

“Don’t. You’re the queen now, which means whatever you wear becomes the trend. Get rid of these stupid pea-sized buttons and ribbons.”

“Hey…!”

“How about making it trendy to skip undergarments altogether? Damn it, another ribbon! Ah, hell…”

Honestly, the idea wasn’t half bad. Corsets were suffocating, and the endless layers were exhausting. Maybe I could start wearing something more practical, like a casual, loose gown similar to the indoor dresses of certain queens I’d read about in history books. Who knows? It might catch on.

As I contemplated this, Kyle finally managed to strip off the external layers of the wedding gown, revealing the inner linings.

“What has my queen gotten so lost in thought about now?”

“Eek!”

Without warning, Kyle grabbed my ankles and pulled me down, spreading my legs as he parted the remaining layers of petticoats. Though he had successfully removed the outer dress, there were still corsets and other undergarments to contend with.

Apparently, he had reached his limit with patience.

With a loud rip, he tore apart my undershorts and the delicate underwear beneath them.

“Hoo…”

Finally looking somewhat satisfied, Kyle kept his gaze fixed on my exposed vagina as he shrugged off his ceremonial jacket and carelessly tossed it to the floor. He then reached into the front of his trousers, pulling out his cock.

The sight of his manhood, which I hadn’t seen in days, looked even more imposing than I remembered. It had clearly been aroused for some time, as the swollen, glistening tip was fully engorged, with its slit slightly parted, the surrounding area slick with moisture.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been inside you. What if Bea’s pussy has gotten tighter, and it hurts again…?”

“Hng…!”

It hadn’t even been that long… Yet Kyle buried his face into my lower body, sucking eagerly on the sensitive inner folds. He licked along the contours of my labia, then gently bit the area where my clitoris was hidden, catching the surrounding flesh in his lips. The sharp sensation sent a jolt of pleasure that outweighed any pain.

Before I knew it, I could feel something trickling from my entrance, and the wet sounds of him noisily lapping it up—slurp, slurp—resonated obscenely from below.

Everything was happening beneath me. There were so many layers of petticoats that with his head pressed against my most intimate area, his body lying flat against the ground, I couldn’t see him at all. The sensation of being claimed by something unseen brought a hint of fear, making my hips tremble uncontrollably.

“Kyle, your face… hng! Let me see your face…”

Slurp, squelch, schlp. The wet sounds of him sucking filled the air instead of a response.

“Look at me… please?”

Occasionally, as if holding back the urge to release, his ragged breaths lingered over my lower body, tickling the wet curls of my pubic hair.

“Hng, please….”

Eventually, as I twisted my hips, seemingly trying to avoid his ministrations, Kyle reluctantly lifted himself away. He could have easily pinned my thighs down and continued if he’d wanted to, so his withdrawal came as a bit of a surprise—though only for a moment.

“Lyn.”

Kneeling and looking down at me, his crimson eyes were unfocused. His blood-red gaze, clouded with desire, wandered over my face and down to my décolletage.

“Take your breasts out for me.”

“What?”

“Please…”

Following the rhythmic movement of his hand, I looked down. His grotesque, swollen shaft looked even more engorged than before. The veins bulging along its surface were alarmingly prominent, throbbing with intensity. The bulbous head, shaped like the cap of a mushroom and nearly the size of a small fist, twitched at the center slit, as though ready to release at any moment.

Seeing that obscene sight made my mouth feel dry. I instinctively licked my lips to moisten them as I slid my hands into my corset, struggling to pull out my breasts.

The moment I did, a sharp glint of arousal flashed in Kyle’s eyes.

“I really… From the moment you walked into the chapel earlier, I couldn’t hold back anymore. You were so beautiful—more beautiful than the first time I saw you. I just wanted to be alone with you as soon as possible, like back then…”

His hand moved faster along his length. Whatever vulgar thoughts were running through his mind, his glistening, lust-filled gaze stayed fixed on my exposed breasts.

“But just thinking about being alone with you made me like this right away… Damn, I’ve been holding it in since then. Who told you to pick a dress with such a low neckline?”

…This barely even counts as a low neckline. Most of it was covered by the lace bolero, anyway. Feeling embarrassed, I avoided his gaze, but Kyle leaned closer, bracing himself beside me with one hand to lower his body.