Chapter 30
“Ah—wait, just a second! Too—ah, it’s too fast. I’m going to come—ah, mm…!”
“Yeah? Then show me what it means to ‘come’.”
Alnazir picked up the pace even more.
Fay clung to his arms, her body trembling all over. He was too deep, too fast, his rough thrusts scraping her insides. Before she could even brace herself, her vision went white.
“I… I came. I—ah, haa…”
As she climaxed, her inner walls tightened hard around him, and something in Alnazir’s body jolted in response. The sensation of being squeezed so tightly was almost unbearable.
If he let himself go—even for a moment—he felt sure he’d lose control completely, overwhelmed by an immense wave of release.
But as Fay collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, onto his chest, she managed to mumble.
“Don’t—don’t come inside. I don’t have any contraceptives. I sold all of them and now, ah… mm…!”
It felt a little unfair—she was holding on to him so tightly, and yet she was scolding him not to finish inside. Her soft, pleading voice made it impossible to ignore her wishes, though.
Not that there was any real risk of her getting pregnant, but still.
Gritting his teeth, Alnazir kept thrusting a bit longer, holding out as long as he could. When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out. The sudden emptiness—her warmth gone—left him feeling strangely lonely for a moment.
His c**k spurted thick, milky fluid over her hips and lower back, and a shiver ran through him.
“So this is what it means to come…”
For the first time, he felt that euphoric release, the sensation that had been plaguing him finally gone. It was an intense relief—almost joyful.
Seeing that he hadn’t finished inside, Fay relaxed and let her weight rest on his chest. She didn’t even seem to care about the sticky mess on her back and hips.
“It’s so sticky…”
She complained, but it sounded more like she was annoyed about being sweaty and overheated. Her body, usually soft and dry, now clung damply to anything that touched her.
“Mmh…”
Soft moans escaped her lips as he gently squeezed and stroked her sensitive flesh. Unlike earlier, when she seemed embarrassed to make a sound, she now responded openly—almost inviting him to listen.
Alnazir took full advantage of her defenseless state, running his hands over her trembling body and savoring every honest reaction she gave.
* * *
Meanwhile, at Aldehallow Castle.
Having just finished getting ready for bed, Zynie frowned when Virelda suddenly showed up at her door.
“What is it? It’s so late!”
Her sharp tone barely concealed her tension. Donovan the crow flapped his wings and cawed loudly, clearly agitated by Virelda’s arrival—especially since she’d brought Scarlis along.
Zynie definitely didn’t want to let Virelda into her room. She stood firm at the door, asking what she wanted.
But Virelda, tall and broad-shouldered, simply brushed Zynie aside and walked right in.
“I know witches are usually nocturnal, but this is ridiculous! I’m a witch who sleeps at night and wakes up in the morning, you know!”
Zynie protested, bristling.
“Close the door.”
Virelda didn’t bother replying to Zynie’s complaints, just stood in the center of the room and ordered the door shut. It was clearly a command.
Zynie was reluctant, but what could she do? She might personally dislike this witch, but there was no way she could win in a fight. Grudgingly, she closed the door.
“Zynie, there was an intruder in the North Tower.”
For a moment, Zynie almost gasped. It had already been a month since she’d last sneaked into the forbidden North Tower. If Virelda was going to interrogate her, she should’ve done it long ago. No need to confess anything now just because she felt guilty. Doing her best to stay calm, she asked,
“Do you need a witch to go catch the intruder?”
“No. The intruder already escaped the tower.”
“Then why did you come find me?”
“Because that wretch stole an important book.”
“You want me to get the book back. Fine.”
Eager to escape Virelda’s piercing gaze, Zynie quickly grabbed her broom and headed for the door. But Virelda blocked her path with her body.
“Aren’t you curious what book was stolen? You’ve always wondered what’s hidden in the North Tower.”
“Not really curious right now…”
“Why not?”
“It doesn’t matter! I just, lo, lo, lost interest, okay?”
“You really are a terrible liar, Zynie. Guess growing up with Fay didn’t teach you to lie any better.”
Zynie turned pale and stammered out her answer, but Virelda only scoffed.
“Zynie, there are plenty of witnesses who saw you and Fay heading north that night.”
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