Chapter 43
“So there was still more you could let go of. How intriguing.”
“I don’t care what you’re expecting!”
Fay snapped telling him not to tease her anymore.
“You sound angry. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Well of course I’m angry! If you know that, then stop being smug and just hurry up and put it in!”
It was humiliating, but her body was burning. She wanted him to do something about the heat that refused to fade. Fay wriggled below, deliberately stimulating his tentacle, urging him on.
“A finger? Or the tentacle?”
“Anything! Just put something in and move—ahh…!”
Frustrated, Fay lifted her hips herself. The startled tentacle twitched inside her, and the sensation was unbearably good.
Alnazir narrowed his eyes and smoothly pulled the tentacle back out—the one she kept trying to swallow.
She turned to him in protest, but he pressed a kiss to the bridge of her nose.
“If anything will do, I’d rather thrust something proper into you.”
“Th-that’s…”
“If you truly want the tentacle, I’ll honor that wish.”
He turned her body so their chests pressed together. His constant, knowing smile made her uneasy. Alnazir gently stroked her tense cheek—then pierced her below with his c**k.
But he didn’t stop there.
If they each wanted something different, there was no reason to choose just one. By sheer coincidence, she had two openings. His tentacle sought out the other, pushing its way inside.
“So we can both be satisfied—let’s use both.”
“Ah—this is insane. At the same time—ngh, my stomach—!”
“I’m moving.”
“W-wait, you’re going to move too?!”
“You’re the one who wanted it inside.”
What was the point of putting it in if he wasn’t going to move? Even if she’d forbidden him from finishing inside her, he still wanted his own release.
The pleasure of a near-breeding act was that addictive.
“Fay… do you really want me to stay still?”
He whispered by her ear, inviting her to fall with him. She panted.
“S-slowly. At least go slowly.”
“You like it hard too.”
“Well—yes, but…”
Right now, just having both inside her made her belly feel unbearably full.
“You’re a demanding witch.”
“But it’s too much, ahh…”
“I didn’t say I hated it. You can keep being troublesome.”
His heart felt light, ticklish even. He felt like he could forgive her no matter what she asked for—do this, do that. Even her pleading felt good.
Alnazir decided this must be the effect of discovering mercy.
“Just keep making noise. Don’t go quiet.”
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Poking me so I’ll make sounds—ah!”
“Of course.”
He smiled.
It struck him how strange it was to talk like this with her.
Fay was human. That explained her impossibly fragile body. But something still didn’t add up.
How could a human converse with him like this?
He had observed countless humans over the ages—so many he’d grown sick of them. Before his long slumber, he’d even ground his teeth whenever humans re-emerged after extinction.
Nothing about them had ever been new.
And yet, the more he looked at her, the more mysterious she seemed.
Was it because she was a witch, a special kind of human? But the young witch who’d visited earlier couldn’t speak with him at all. So it wasn’t just that.
Either way, witches were a kind of humanity that hadn’t existed in his world. He felt they needed closer observation.
“Fay. Next time you go out, I’m coming with you.”
“H-huh? Wh-what did you say…?”
Overwhelmed by the thrusting, Fay blinked.
“I want to meet other witches.”
“Why? What do you want with other witches?”
Her eyes widened, clearly worried. She didn’t want his attention drifting elsewhere.
Was she afraid of losing him?
Alnazir laughed softly and licked along her jaw. Fay lifted her lips away to avoid his tongue. When it followed, she shook her head, dodging him.
Explain why you’re interested in other witches. She didn’t say it aloud, but her tightly pressed lips and searching eyes said it all.
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