The thick, stiff p*nis brushed against her inner walls as she moved, weakening her legs and causing her to sink back into McClart’s lap.

A mixed sound of sigh and moan escaped her as the heat of him filled her once more. Desperate for support, her hands fumbled for his torso, but the slickness of his sweat made it difficult to steady herself.

“Hah… I told you to move,” he murmured, his voice harsh, “not just tease me.”

As her searching fingers brushed over his hardened n*pple, she noticed his eyebrows knit in irritation, the light, teasing sensation clearly not enough to satisfy him.

His breathing became ragged and a few muttered words escaped through his teeth. Vienny could feel the subtle increase in pressure from his fingers gripping her waist.

In this position, she was already taking him deeply, but if he started thrusting from below, the intensity would easily surpass what she’d felt in a more conventional position.

Determined, she bit her lip and placed her hands firmly on his abdomen, lifting her upper body just enough. As she did so, her hips sank further down, taking him in right to the base.

“Haa…”

The fullness was so intense that it felt like it could tear her v*gina, causing Vienny to exhale a heated breath. She forced herself to steady her knees and thighs and lift herself slightly. As she did so, a faint, slippery sound came from where they were joined.

She could feel the slippery wetness begin to trickle down, and a sudden worry flashed through her mind – had she torn? Startled, she reached down to feel around the entrance of her v*gina.

Her fingertips brushed the base of his p*ssy and she felt it tense reflexively. Both her p*ssy and McClart’s p*nis were covered in a thick, slick layer that left no part untouched.

Cautiously, she wiped some of it away to check, but saw no trace of blood. It was just a mixture of her fluids and his, transparent and with a faint musky scent.

Despite her earlier complaints of feeling like she was going to burst into tears, the confirmation that she was fine left Vienny feeling a little embarrassed. She glanced up at McClart, only to find that he had been watching her every move.

The moment their eyes met, his blue eyes were filled with a familiar intensity, his desire unmistakable.

“Keep going.”

His expression made it clear that he was barely holding back from thrusting into her, yet he stood still, holding back. Unsure what exactly he wanted her to do, Vienny blinked, hesitated, and then began to move her hips cautiously.

To her, it felt like she was moving dramatically up and down, but in reality she was only moving slightly, his p*nis barely slipping in and out.

Still, even that small movement seemed to affect McClart. Or maybe it wasn’t just her movements that made him react – he hadn’t taken his eyes off her flushed, struggling expression, transfixed by her every reaction.

At first, his intense gaze made her feel self-conscious, but gradually a tingling warmth spread through her lower abdomen. A strange heat and thirst rose within her, and she instinctively wet her lips with her tongue. Watching her, McClart swallowed a low growl.

“Ah… mm…”

Biting her lip, Vienny began to move with more confidence, her movements becoming bolder. McClart’s visible reaction, the way he grew visibly flushed in response to her every move, only caused her heartbeat to quicken.

A thrill even greater than her initial fear of his imposing arousal surged through her, filling her with a sense of excitement that sent her body temperature soaring, beads of sweat forming along her spine. As her pleasure grew, her movements became more daring.

Under her hands she could feel his abs tense and relax faster with each movement. His chest muscles twitched and she noticed the flush spreading along his neck and collarbone.

McClart’s jaw was clenched, the tendons along his neck visible as he bit his lip, the look of excitement unmistakable on his face. Finally, he closed his eyes tightly, unable to control himself.

Looking down at him, completely exposed and aroused, was a strange feeling. Thinking back, she realised that she’d always been carried away by his movements, never really having the chance to see him like this, so vulnerable to his own desire.

As her movements became more instinctive, she ran her nails lightly over his hardened n*pple. A ragged breath escaped between his clenched lips.

“Ah.”

He frowned and opened his eyes sharply, looking up at her. His gaze was so intense that it caught her off guard and she asked hesitantly.

“Is… is this not to your liking?”

Considering how fast and deep his usual thrusts were, perhaps her current pace wasn’t enough for him. Her newfound confidence began to waver, shrinking under his fierce gaze.

Vienny instinctively hunched her shoulders to avoid his gaze, but suddenly felt his grip tighten around her waist, causing her to look up in surprise.

“Sure…”

McClart’s previously still hips began to move, slowly at first.

“I’m not satisfied.”

His tone cold but his breath unmistakably heated.

“I can’t hold back.”

“Ahh!”

His powerful thrusts surged up from below, making her previous tentative movements seem like child’s play. Vienny, who had managed to keep herself upright, collapsed onto McClart’s broad chest as her strength gave out.

As if he’d been waiting for it, McClart wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her close.

“Losing control like this… it’s rather unpleasant,” he murmured.

With one arm supporting her torso and the other around her waist, McClart bent his knees, shifting her position slightly. The movement tilted her just enough that she was now pressed firmly against him, completely enveloped in his embrace.

McClart buried his head in her neck and began to thrust in earnest.

“Ah, ah-! Interrogator, please!” Vienny cried out.

“Hah… seems it’s best if I handle things myself,” he murmured, his breath ragged and hot, close to her ear.

As his heated breath seeped into her ear, he bit down gently on the outer rim, then licked along its curves. His wet tongue traced the ridges, circling before plunging inwards, the sound of his licking sending a ticklish sensation through her ear.

At the same time, his relentless thrusts continued beneath her, each movement fast and forceful. The intense friction caused heat to seep from every pore of her body.

“Ah… ngh! Haa!”

“This is probably the quickest way to finish, just as you wanted.”

He murmured, his lips leaving her ear and moving to her neck, his mouth hungry and unrestrained. The sound of skin against skin echoed, clouding her thoughts.

Vienny buried her face against his collarbone, gasping for breath. In this position he was already deep inside her and with each relentless thrust he pressed against her inner walls without pause.

Desperate to lessen the intensity, she tried to move away, but his strong arms held her in place, preventing her from moving at all. Each violent thrust brought involuntary cries from her, and though she tried to muffle them, she eventually bit down hard on her lip.

“Disobeying me again, are you?”

Just when she thought he was concentrating solely on the thrust, McClart loosened his grip slightly. Grabbing the back of her head, he guided her mouth to his shoulder, his rough breaths close to her ear as he whispered.

“Bite.”

Obediently, she sank her teeth into his sweat-soaked shoulder, and in response, his movements from below grew faster and stronger. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he thrust deep into her p*nis once more, pushing her senses to the edge with each powerful thrust.

Vienny rubbed her tear- and sweat-stained face against McClart’s shoulder. Every time she lost her grip on his muscle, she let out a high-pitched moan.

“Ha… ha!”

The scent of him filled her senses, mingling with the dampness of his silver hair. Feeling the unwavering strength of the arms that held her, she bit down harder on his shoulder, tasting a hint of salt and even a faint trace of blood.

Just as his p*nis struck deep inside her, a wave of intense pleasure shot up her spine, sending a shiver through her thighs and leaving her mind momentarily blank.

As she panted heavily, her body relaxed and the sound of McClart’s short, rhythmic breaths stopped. She felt his body tremble slightly as he held her tightly, warmth spreading through her abdomen, signalling his release. Her mind became hazy.

Her mouth felt dry, her throat parched from holding it open for so long. Instinctively, she moistened her lips with her tongue, tasting the faint remnants of blood from where she’d bitten him.

It was then that she noticed the deep red mark she’d left on his shoulder. As she allowed the taste to linger on her tongue, she began to understand, if only a little, why he had been so greedy for her essence.

“Haah…”

Even as he savoured the afterglow, McClart didn’t release his grip on her. As a result, she could feel the rapid beating of his heart through her chest, pressed tightly against his own.

So, she reasoned, her own racing heartbeat was simply a result of feeling his. That was all it was – just that.

“W-wait a minute, interrogator.”

“What now?”

“Why are you still…?”

Perhaps it was the huge p*nis still buried deep within her, unyielding and unmoved.

Overwhelmed by the continued fullness in her p*ssy, she asked in a slightly trembling voice. In response, McClart let his hand slide slowly down her spine, caressing her back.

“Of course, because it’s still not enough.”

As if to emphasise his words, he pulsed inside her, and Vienny couldn’t help but gasp softly.

“B-but I really can’t take any more…!”

Noticing the way her body tensed, McClart clicked his tongue and muttered.

“I’ll make sure you understand, no matter how we move, you won’t tear.”

It became all too clear to her that when it came to desire, there was no difference between night and day. And after that day, she vowed never to utter the word “tear” so carelessly again.

Of course, this resolution required a long period of checking.

***

Since they had started spending nights together, McClart had allowed Vienny a certain amount of freedom.

This ‘freedom’ amounted to nothing more than leaving her door unlocked, but it implicitly allowed her to move about as she pleased.

Every time she went out, the guards stationed at the door followed, but that was to be expected. No matter how McClart treated her, she was still a Great Witch with a history of escape.

Despite the open door, her days at Rave Castle remained largely the same. In truth, there was very little to do.

She’d walked the garden several times, but hadn’t seen a single creature that resembled a squirrel since the incident. It seemed likely that after what had happened, McClart had taken steps to rid the area of any animals in the vicinity.

With areas such as the animal enclosures and stables designated as restricted zones, it was clear that McClart was determined to prevent her from interacting with animals in any way.

Since witnessing the burning squirrel, Vienny herself hadn’t felt the need to seek out animals or feed them her blood. She hadn’t intended to do anything special with the squirrel she’d seen, and now she saw no reason to provoke McClart unnecessarily.

However, she couldn’t help feeling a little frustrated at her lack of information about Gentian.

In the past, McClart would probably have killed any demon in his path. But now she wondered if he might have spared Gentian. And if he hadn’t been killed, he might be hiding in the dungeon right now.

Still, if she suddenly asked to visit the dungeon, she’d probably look crazy. Besides, even if she did meet Gentian, there was little she could do for him.

In reality, she had deceived him and even escaped in secret. She didn’t know if he had discovered this, but if he saw her now, living comfortably in Rave Castle, he would undoubtedly feel betrayed.

Perhaps it would be better for both of them if she just pretended not to know and erased him from her memory. As she reached this conclusion, Vienny let out a hollow laugh at her own rationalisation.

Though she had spent her life disgusted by the selfishness of witches, she was proving to be just as selfish. It seemed her nature hadn’t really changed. But what could she do?

She had adapted surprisingly quickly to this precarious peace. Despite her best efforts to remain cautious, the comfort around her naturally caused her guard to drop.

She wondered if she had ever felt so comfortable in her life. Though the peace still made her uneasy, it also brought a strange sense of comfort.

It was like a sweet poison – one she couldn’t resist drinking, even though she knew it would eventually tighten around her neck.

As Vienny wandered idly near the building to relieve her boredom, she noticed a small black shape above. A few uninvited crows flew above, circling above her.

The soldiers nearby, who had been watching her, quickly drew their swords. It was as if McClart had given them some sort of instruction.

Unable to stop them, Vienny could only pray silently that the crows would stop descending. Perhaps they heard her wish, for they continued to circle overhead without coming any closer.

“It would be best if you went inside now.”

The soldier who had been following her in silence suddenly spoke. It was probably part of his orders.

Not wanting to cause any trouble, Vienny obediently turned towards the entrance of the building. The crows above sounded long and mournful.

Why had the crows suddenly gathered here? Vienny remembered earlier situations. The times the crows had flocked to her without her summoning them were usually when she was in danger or something ominous was about to happen…

“Well, well, look who we have here.”

Vienny stopped abruptly, instinctively, and looked at the person in front of her, her face pale. The man adjusted his glasses and approached with a familiar, almost friendly greeting.

The soldiers quickly stepped between Vienny and the stranger, their voices firm as they issued a warning.

“Please step back.”

“No need to be so careful. I’m the Great Witch’s personal physician,” he replied calmly.

“The personal physician is Dr Moiria,” one of the soldiers replied.

The man – Pepin – gave a strange, twisted smile. He laughed coldly, then raised his hands in surrender and stepped back.

“Well, well. I see Rave Castle has become rather unfriendly, not even allowing me to greet a former patient.”

A chill spread to her fingertips and Vienny subtly clenched her fists. It wasn’t that she feared Pepin or was intimidated by what he had done to her before, but it would be a lie to say that she didn’t find his presence unsettling.

This unpleasant reminder of her past, in the midst of her newfound comfort, stirred an uneasy feeling within her.

While one soldier kept talking to Pepin, another escorted her back into the building. Vienny swiftly turned and quickened her pace to follow.

She wished she could run, but her limp made it difficult to pick up speed. The weight of Pepin’s gaze, following her insistently from behind, sent a shiver down her spine.