The Witch Didn't Raise the Tyrant That Way - Epilogue (3) (M)

“Lyn. Hold your breasts together for me.”

“…”

“Quickly…”

Kyle’s face, flushed deep red with arousal, looked so desperate that it wouldn’t have been surprising if tears started streaming down his cheeks. Even the corners of his eyes were reddened with heat.

“I’m begging you… please…”

He was gritting his teeth, holding back the urge to release with all his might.

Well, it was true that, while we had wrapped up the parade earlier, it had been over two hours since the marriage ceremony began. Ever since Kyle and I first became intimate, it was rare for him to maintain an erection for this long without release. He must have been holding back with great difficulty.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had you… I just want to savor it slowly, taking my time with every part of you…”

“Not like this… let’s start over…” His voice trembled, almost on the verge of tears, as if he could barely hold on to reason. So, this must mean he didn’t want to waste the first penetration of the night—he wanted it to be perfect.

Kyle’s desperate expression, pleading with me, was so earnest that I unconsciously complied with his request. I cupped my hands around my breasts, running them along their contours as I pressed them together to meet in the middle. His eyes blazed fiercely as they locked onto the deepened cleavage before him.

“Hng…!”

“Ah… ahh, Lyn…”

Lowering his head, Kyle let out a sigh-like groan as he latched onto my nipple, sucking with an audible squelch. He applied just enough force to hollow his cheeks slightly before turning his attention to the other nipple, pressing his tongue firmly against it and licking it thoroughly before sucking on it deeply.

His broad, flattened tongue traveled back and forth between both breasts, leaving my areolas slick with moisture. Since I was holding my breasts together with both hands, he could easily move between them.

He grazed the tips of my nipples with his teeth, teasing them, then used the tip of his tongue to flick and prod at their bases. He alternated between sucking, licking, and nibbling, over and over again…

A moment later, like a diver bursting out of the water, Kyle suddenly raised his upper body. His hand, gripping his length, moved visibly faster. Slap, slap, slap, slap. With each motion, the tip of his engorged head glistened as clear fluid collected, only to drip off in droplets—plip, plip—a few times before…

“Khh…”

With a stifled groan, thick streams erupted from his slit, landing just below my collarbone, on the breasts he had been sucking on moments before, and over the corset still cinched tightly around my torso. Plop, splat.

And even then, his hand didn’t stop. The remaining release pooled near my thighs, dripping onto the crumpled layers of petticoats around me.

“Hah…”

Kyle, looking somewhat relieved, took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling heavily, before starting to move again.

“Lyn.”

He used a towel prepared nearby to wipe off the cloudy fluid splattered on my chest, then ran his hand along his length, squeezing it as though to drain the very last drop.

After setting the towel aside, he turned me over and began to slowly untie the lace of my corset. Perhaps earlier, he had been too overwhelmed by his arousal to continue undressing me. The soft, shhh, shhh sound of the laces slipping through the eyelets echoed pleasantly behind me.

“Haven’t you wanted to take me in all this time?”

“I don’t know… I’ve just been too tired…”

“Who brushed your hair last night?”

“No one’s touched me except for today.”

“Good. You’ve been through a lot. Tonight, I’ll let you have as much as you want, so take a few days to rest after.”

Kyle murmured contentedly as he pressed his lips to my exposed spine through the loosened opening of my corset.

Though his “as much as you want” clearly meant “as much as he wanted to give” and definitely wasn’t refering to food or drink, based on past experience…

Since he had already been sucking on my chest and lower body before stopping, my core throbbed as though a second heart had taken root down there.

Kyle, now much calmer, began to remove the multiple layers of petticoats one by one. There were a total of four, some with structure and some without. Eventually, the only things left were the torn, useless undergarments he had ripped earlier, the lace garter, and the thigh-high white stockings.

“Bee.”

Gently stroking my leg and savoring the texture of the stockings, Kyle’s voice carried a subtle resonance.

“This—what do you think of it?”

“This?”

I lifted my head, only to see Kyle holding up a familiar-looking vial, shaking it lightly.

“Wait, that’s…!”

It was a kind of treatment for erectile dysfunction that I had made and left behind for him when I had planned to leave the palace. Designed to be applied to the skin, it worked by enhancing arousal and heightening sensitivity. The idea was based on the fact that sensations during stimulation often began with a ticklish feeling, so I had developed it using a formula derived from a tickling agent.

Of course, I’d only tested it on myself, not on a male subject, so I couldn’t guarantee its effectiveness. But at the time, it was the best I could do to leave something behind for him. After that day, though, I had been too preoccupied with preparations for the royal wedding to check where it had gone, assuming it had been safely stored away. Yet here it was…

“You said you tested this on yourself.”

“…What?”

“You tried it on your body, didn’t you?”

“Uh, yeah… I did…”

Under Kyle’s questioning, I found myself nervously rolling my eyes, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. The moment I stammered out a reluctant admission, a gleam of intrigue lit up his eyes. He licked his lips, braced himself beside me, and looked down at me with a gaze that felt predatory.

Somehow, his breathing seemed heavier than before…

“What did you do?”

“…What?”

“Your pussy must have been twitching and ready. So, what did you do after that?”

“Well, that’s…”

“Did you touch yourself with your hands?”

“I, uh…”

“Did you finger yourself with those slender fingers of yours?”

“…”

“I didn’t hear anything about you using any tools for that.”

Ugh… I couldn’t exactly admit that I had fumbled around in the lab, tried a few times with my fingers, and ultimately just waited for him to take care of it for me. Lips pressed tightly shut, I hoped desperately that he would change the subject.

“…Well, it doesn’t matter now.”

With a sharp, wolfish smile, Kyle grabbed me and laid me flat on my back. His large, calloused hands began to move slowly over me—gently stroking my chest, my breasts, and my stomach.

“Whatever you used back then… You’ll still like my cock inside you better.”

“Kyle…!”

And with that, he flicked his thumb, popping the vial open with a soft pop. Tilting the bottle, he slowly let the mysterious potion drip out, one drop at a time.

Drip. The first drop landed on my right nipple.

Drip. The next fell onto my left nipple.

And then—

Drip, drip, drip. A larger amount of the potion than I had ever used during my experiments seeped into the folds of my inner labia. It coated my still-covered clitoris before trickling down, pooling in the creases of my labia. Finally, one last drop fell onto the shyly closed entrance of my vagina.

“It doesn’t work instantly, right?”

“Hng… well…”

As soon as the potion touched my sensitive inner flesh, my opening twitched reflexively. Kyle, noticing, teased me with a playful tone.

It was a purely reflexive response. Having experienced the effects of this potion before, my body couldn’t help but anticipate the intense, almost painful pleasure that was sure to follow.

Just imagining what was about to happen made me feel as though slick fluids were already leaking out uncontrollably.

Kyle, seeming to grasp the situation from the flush spreading across my face, let out a small laugh. He grabbed a towel, pre-soaked in water and wrung out, and began gently wiping the areas where he had applied the potion. The potion was designed to activate once it was diluted with moisture and absorbed into the skin.

Before long, the effects began to set in, and a creeping sensitivity started to build both above and below. As a throbbing ache spread through my nipples, a slight delay was followed by a burning heat blooming in my lower body. The tingling sensation radiating from there, unsurprisingly, drenched the surrounding area.

“Ah… hng! Mmm…”

I couldn’t leave my breasts or my lower body untouched. My shoulders twisted involuntarily, my pelvis clenched tightly, and my knees jerked uncontrollably. If Kyle hadn’t been watching, I might have ended up wildly rubbing my chest and between my legs, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation…

“Lyn.”

Kyle’s breathing grew ragged as he stared at the scene before him without even blinking. In one swift motion, he tore off his shirt, his broad chest heaving in time with his heavy breaths.

Beneath his waist, his already-erect manhood stood fully at attention once again, throbbing with excitement and dripping pre-cum.

“My queen. My Lyn…”

And yet, he pretended to remain calm. Taking my hand, he raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the pulse point on the inside of my wrist. Slowly, he lowered his head, trailing downward until he reached my ankle, still clad in stockings, and left another kiss on the inside of my ankle bone.

It was as if he were carefully putting into practice his earlier promise to take his time.

His lips continued to land softly across various parts of my body. The inside of my thighs, the sharp edges of my pelvic bones just below my waist, the curve beneath my rounded breasts, the folds of skin at the top of my armpits… all kissed deliberately and delicately. Yet, he avoided the places where my body burned most with desire, as if by intention, never brushing against them, even by accident.

“Ka… Kyle, mm…”

His movements felt excruciatingly slow, driving me to the edge of madness.

“Hurry… please… mm…”

“Why are you so impatient, my queen?”

“Kyle… mm, please… hurry…”

“Hurry with what?”

“With… anything… I’m begging you.”