Female scent.

The fragrance urging reproduction. The smell of a woman who would become his mate.

To Regan, the scent of his mate wafted abundantly from this female’s entire body.

It was the kind that made blood rush completely to his lower body just by brushing past his nose.

Enough to shake Regan’s nature that he had suppressed silently for a very long time…

‘D*mn it.’

It was fragrant.

Damnably good. Undeniably so.

Those who sent this woman, how many resources did they spend to create this situation?

Squelch.

The man’s hand stickily spread Haniel’s p*ssy.

A small genital that could be covered entirely by one hand. Unlike his species, l*bia shaped like flower petals were modestly nestled under sparse pubic hair.

A fleeting, mocking smile formed on the heated Regan’s lips.

‘Was it true that fairies live in the forest?’

He remembered the false rumors he had heard while at the palace.

The woman’s flower-like hair and golden eyes.

White skin like moonlight reflected on waves.

In the brief moments when he escaped unconsciousness, he thought what entered his vision was a dream.

When he came to his senses, he was in this room. With his nose buried between this woman’s thighs, emitting an irresistible scent…

In the bestial form he so despised, having lost his reason.

A fairy, or a monster.

As soon as he finished this thought, Regan buried his face between Haniel’s legs again.

Whether she was a fairy or a trap or whatever, he felt he couldn’t resist licking the nectar seeping from this woman’s g*nitals right now, before pouring himself fully inside.

Slurp.

“Hieek.”

Haniel threw her head back.

She couldn’t escape.

The man’s lips and tongue touching her g*nitals.

The man deeply inhaled as he mouthed Haniel’s entire p*ssy, as if savoring the scent of delicious fruit.

Unlike his usual self, who regarded females extending hands of seduction, directly or indirectly, like stones, he greedily buried his face and voraciously sucked up all the fluid.

Regan’s rough breath tickled her pubic hair.

“Ah, uuh. Wa-wait…”

Haniel’s body shrank.

It felt like a completely strange creature was hanging between her thighs.

The man’s tongue was very thick and large like his build, and whenever it brushed against her tender g*nitals, it was so slippery beyond measure that it drove her nearly mad.

“Explain, explain… hnggh.”

Slurp.Slurp.

Regan, who had been slowly and thoroughly licking the outside of the l*bia majora, raised his tongue to lick the wings of the flower-like l*bia minora and sucked them.

At that, Haniel let out a suffering moan.

“Haaugh…”

No.

At this rate…

A thread-like reason raised its head amidst her hazy consciousness.

It seemed the potion she made had excessively sexually excited this ‘non-human’ man.

‘Potion. If I could somehow make an antidote potion…’

Would that calm this man? Would he accept if she suggested it?

But such a proposal should be made when both are in a rational state, yet the man didn’t appear to be in a normal state by anyone’s standards.

Another problem was that Haniel, receiving the man’s persistent caresses, was also gradually losing her ability to think.

The heat consuming the man was spreading to her as well.

“I’ll explain. Wait… just wait. Stop… aaah.”

She barely managed to speak, but her words had no effect on either the man or herself.

She especially wiggled her b*ttocks when the back of the l*bia minora, which had a particularly stronger scent, was thoroughly licked. Then when the man couldn’t resist and sucked in her entire p*ssy with his mouth again, she trembled with a suppressed sound.

“Huaaah.”

Gulp, gulp. Water burst violently from her vaginal opening with the lightning-like pleasure.

It was the first pleasure while being conscious.

Grrrr. Along with deep satisfaction, a growling sound resonated from the throat of the man with a structure completely different from Haniel’s.

“…more.”

‘Just a little more…’

The taste of the woman spreading on his tongue.

From the moment he smelled the woman’s scent permeating throughout the unfamiliar house and was convinced something was wrong, he had been certain that tasting this would somewhat calm his heat.

He was completely wrong.

The more he drank, the more thirsty he became, to an unbearable degree.

Regan spread his tongue wide and thickly spread her vaginal fluid.

“Soft.”

Regan whispered like a sigh in a sizzling voice.

Yes. It was soft. To the extent of wondering how it could be like this.

It seemed to be crushed under his tongue tip however he licked or pushed.

That sensation was quite satisfying enough to make his heart swell, but at the same time…

‘Has the one who sent this woman also tasted this?’

At the unpleasant thought that entered his mind, his teeth gritted without him realizing.

‘No, that can’t be.’

The first person to come to mind among those who might have arranged this is the king.

But if the king, who lost his mate long ago, had tasted her first, this woman wouldn’t be here.

Someone who was never satisfied despite holding all precious things in his hands wouldn’t send such a female as a mate to be grafted onto his dog.

But even with such conviction, Regan couldn’t erase his displeasure and obsessively licked Haniel’s g*nitals as if trying to erase traces of any being that might have been there before.

“Haugh… kyak!”

When Regan’s tongue and lips touched the perineum above the anus, Haniel jumped up in startling surprise.

It was a natural progression to recall that the fluid she had released had flowed down to wet not only her b*ttocks but also the sheet below.

“Hey! There, that is…!”

It’s close to the anus.

No, if the man lowered his head just a little, it would be the anus!

Thinking that hole would surely be wet as well, Haniel struggled with her legs, but Regan held them firmly.

Then, without caring about Haniel’s shame or embarrassment, he slickly traced from her b*ttocks to her perineum, vaginal opening, urethral opening, and the small cl*toris above it with his flat tongue.

Slurp.

“Ah, hiiiit.”

Could one feel like this?

Haniel shivered and trembled from head to toe.

Then, when Regan’s tongue tip suddenly touched her twitching vaginal opening, she truly cried out urgently this time.

“Wait. Just wait! Really stop!”

“…!”

But the man’s eyes widened as he realized that the sweet fluid he had been licking all along came intensely from this hole.

And without even listening to the end of Haniel’s words, he earnestly pushed in his writhing tongue.

“Ugh, urk… uaaah… ah.”

Squish. Gulp…

It was like a living creature forcing its way into her insides.

Would it feel like this if a dog licked? No, it would be completely, completely different from that.

The man’s thick tongue seemed like an entirely separate creature filled only with muscle.

“Ah!”

“Kugh.”

Haniel reflexively tightened around the man’s tongue digging into her v*gina.

Then the man spat saliva into the hole, tightening enough to sever his tongue, and dug deeper with complete ease.

Gulp, gulp.

The man’s tongue wriggling inside, moving like a genital.

With the will to taste all the love juices pooled in every fold of his female, or the stranger, Haniel.

And with the unconscious desire to completely mark the inside with his saliva and scent, the man’s breath only quickened.

Haniel reached out and grabbed the man’s hair.

She meant to push him away, but somehow it ended up looking like she was rubbing his head against her crotch.

“Get… get off. Get off… huaah. Ah.”

Tears welled in her eyes from excessive pleasure and dropped.

‘How did it come to this?’

Is all this the effect of the potion?