Chapter 33

“Did you cast some sort of wicked spell?”

“Ahh…!”

The calloused fingertips of the man roughly pinched the woman’s sensitive nub as if trying to extract it. A sharp sting spread through her, yet undeniable excitement coursed through her body.

“That time, when you were babbling about the Fairy Mother—did you curse that toy?”

“What? Ah, no… No.”

Did he take it with him? 

She had assumed he discarded it since the crude ornament wasn’t attached to his sword when he went out on his campaign. Yet, she had been curious when she noticed that nothing remained in the room he used.

“Well, it’s plausible enough. You said you prayed to the Fairy Mother who supposedly even bewitched the Light Dragon into slumber.”

“It’s not… It’s not like that… Ahhh…!”

The man’s movements on her sensitive nub grew harsher. His relentless pressure, combined with the repeated strokes across her folds, left her trembling. The sensation of his rough touch startled her at first.

“Ugh… Hnn…”

Squelch. Squelch. A faint sound began to resonate from her gradually moistening entrance. His hand became slick, and as the pleasure spread, the woman let out a soft moan, her hips twisting instinctively. Her eyes grew hazy, and Karel felt a small sense of triumph watching her reactions.

Yes. It couldn’t have been just me.

You must have remembered me too.

You must have wanted me.

It had to be your seduction, the temptation of a lustful witch, that ensnared me.

As if trying to endure the pleasure he was giving her, the woman’s hand inadvertently gripped the tip of his shaft. Sticky liquid pooled in the slit, coating her thumb. His sensitive tip swelled further with just the faintest touch of her thumb sliding across it.

“Ugh…” 

Suppressing the urge to release, Karel lowered himself further. He tore away the chemise caught beneath her hips, ripping it completely. Spreading her slender thighs apart, he leaned in…

“Sir Knight…? Ahh…!”

The man’s lips descended onto her most sensitive flesh.

“Not there… Huh… That’s… dirty… Ah… Hnn…”

The woman’s face burned with shame. She wanted to push him away, but she hesitated, remembering how he had reacted unpleasantly when she had merely touched his shoulder before. Her hands hovered indecisively in the air.

“Hnn… Ugh… Ahh…”

Meanwhile, she was helplessly swept away by the intimate sensations starting below. His rough kisses fell upon her mound, replacing the proper kisses he couldn’t give due to the wound on her lips.

His thick tongue parted her folds deeply, licking from front to back, gathering the slick liquid that seeped out, and pressing firmly against her swollen nub. The aggressive kisses that once consumed her jaw were no different when applied to her lower region. His lips repeatedly bit and sucked, stimulating her sensitive nub with relentless pressure. Pleasure steadily built up below her navel.

“Haa… Sir Knight… Please… Hnn… Ugh…”

Finally, the woman covered her face with both hands.

She felt embarrassed to be in such a vulnerable position, exposing herself entirely to him. She felt honored yet overwhelmed that the knight was kissing her down there. And she felt mortified to be responding so fervently, her body heating up and releasing moans.

“Hnn… Ahh… Hnn… Ugh…”

She bit her lip to suppress the sounds, but the pleasure coursing through her body was relentless. Her fingertips and toes tingled. Her entrance threatened to convulse uncontrollably, and all she could do was press her soles against the bed as if trying to extinguish the fire burning inside her.

All the while, Karel’s lips continued their rough work. Occasionally, his tongue parted her further, licking every source of her flowing desire. He seemed determined to bring her to the peak, as if he couldn’t stop until he reached his goal.

Yes, it had to be this way. She had to seduce him, just like that day.

It wasn’t him violating her—it had to be him reluctantly yielding to the schemes of this witch.

Otherwise, he would be no different from his father.

On the other hand, he couldn’t pull himself away from her. The texture of her supple flesh against his tongue, the tangy sweetness of her essence flowing from her body—it was the only thing he had ever tasted that was worth savoring repeatedly.

His manhood throbbed painfully inside his trousers.

“Ahh… Sir Knight… Please… Stop… Hnn… Please…”

Meanwhile, the woman’s squirming grew more desperate. She couldn’t bear the pleasure overwhelming her nerves, causing her hips to lift involuntarily.

Heat surged from her folds to her toes, traveling back and forth, igniting her senses. Unable to escape the sensation, her entrance trembled under his relentless tongue, convulsing uncontrollably.

“This… This feels strange… Please stop…”

It was an overwhelming sensation, far more intense than what his hands had caused. Though different from the feeling of being filled by him, it was equally overpowering. It was merciless, violent, and consuming.

Karel ignored her words entirely, devoutly licking and sucking her sensitive flesh. The dryness that had been there initially was gone, replaced by slickness that continued to coat his tongue no matter how many times he swept it away. He pressed against her folds as if thrusting, driving his tongue deeper repeatedly.

Her entrance, faintly clenching around his tongue, made him imagine his shaft being gripped tightly by her inner walls.

He had to bury himself inside her. He had to fulfill the act he had envisioned countless nights during his grueling battles against magical beasts in the Gray Mountains. To prove he had survived, he felt he had to reach that final destination. For that…

As if trying to carve out her flesh with his tongue, Karel flattened his tongue and pushed from her entrance to her nub repeatedly.

“Ahh… Sir Knight… Hnn… Ugh…”

Frightened by the intense pleasure that felt like her lower body might evaporate, overwhelmed by sensations akin to the need to relieve herself, the woman simply wanted to escape. But there was no way out. The more she tried, the firmer Karel’s hands pressed against her thighs, his tongue and lips continuing to torment her sensitive flesh, pushing her further.

More than anything, he wanted this.

Yet, if she gave in completely, it would be utterly indecent… She twisted and writhed, unable to surrender fully to the climax building inside her.

Still, the man was relentless. His intimate assault continued, almost like punishment…

“Haa… Please… Ahh… Hnn… Ugh…”

Suddenly, the tension she had been holding back burst forth, releasing a torrent of pleasure. Mortified by the realization that she had cl*maxed right where his face was, the woman’s face turned bright red.

“Hic… Hnn…”

A quiet sob escaped her lips.

Never before had he been so thorough in f*replay during their encounters, leaving her feeling utterly unfamiliar with the experience. It felt as though she was being interrogated for some wrongdoing.

After all, the first thing he had seen upon returning was her alone in a room with another man, her chest half-exposed. That must have been a sight he couldn’t bear.

But even so, she hadn’t wanted to greet him under such circumstances…

Hic… Hic… Her muffled sobs filled the dim room.

Throughout it all, Karel’s mouth never left her lower region. He licked away the warm liquid that had spilled out, occasionally pushing his tongue inside as if to drink the remnants. His rough movements kept her trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.

Meanwhile, his prominent nose brushed against her swollen nub, reigniting the heat that had seemed to dissipate, making her sensitive flesh burn once more.

“Hnn… Hnn… Ugh… Hnn…”

Her sobs began to mix with faint moans. Everything felt out of her control, leaving her feeling helpless and frustrated. Tears flowed freely from beneath her hands that covered her face.

Karel paid no mind to her reactions. He simply saw it as the aftermath of her climax. Pressing her legs firmly apart, he remained focused on her, unmoving. Her sensitive flesh twitched with every brush of his hand against her thighs, causing her entrance to clench involuntarily.

The sensation, the texture, the warmth, the taste, the scent—everything about her was irresistible. Having never enjoyed anything else in life, he was consumed by the act of devouring her.

Huh… Hng… Huh… Hng… Sob-laden moans and the sound of his tongue exploring her folds filled the silent room.  

As the faint rattling of the shutters echoed amidst the growing storm of Magiella outside, Karel suddenly lifted his head.  

Feeling the emptiness below, the woman timidly parted her fingers to check the situation. Beyond the platinum-colored bush, the man’s face stared at her intently.