Chapter 17
Mother… Elizia pressed her calves together between his thighs and found herself calling for the mother she had never even met. That was how intimidating the man was. She knew he was large, but already her breathing quickened as though his massive frame had crushed her completely beneath him.
Was she frightened? Yes, she was. But fear was not the only thing she felt. A wicked thrill lay beneath it as well. She hoped he would not betray this fear and would treat her wickedly… savagely.
Wow, was this the appeal of what people called a beastly man? Hic.
Lizzy hiccupped as her breath tangled.
“Good grief…”
Unlike during the day, his disheveled hair made him look younger, and the man let out a quiet laugh. A youthful trace of amusement seeped into the dark gaze beneath his bangs, and a shallow dimple appeared beside his firm mouth.
The bed the witch had decorated was far too charming.
She had arranged half-used candles around it and lit them, and she had scattered berries and flower petals gathered from somewhere. What was this, a bridal chamber? It felt as though she were visually confessing that he had not been the only one eagerly anticipating this meeting. His throat itched as though he might cough up down.
And so Max blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“You. Did you dress yourself up and decorate all this to seduce me?”
He had never imagined such a sly line would come out of his own mouth.
His expression did not change, but inwardly he was aghast. Damn it. In his haste to recover from his embarrassment, he grabbed the witch’s exposed b****t after pulling down the thin shoulder strap of her nightgown. The heavy flesh clung to his hand as though melting, and it was warm. When he reflexively squeezed hard, the firm mound of her b****t filled his palm and the woman moaned. What a strange woman. She exposed her b*****s yet hid her face.
“W-Warden, Max, please… Stop pointing out how I got ahead of myself and did something embarrassing. I don’t like humiliation play… I’m already embarrassed e-enough…”
“You’re jumping to conclusions. Aren’t you the one practicing self-humiliation?”
This woman’s personality was twisted.
Someone who had overprotected her had probably crushed her self-esteem. Her master, perhaps. Max guessed as much. In any case, it allowed him to admire her luscious b*****s in full view. At some point, the moon had risen. Moonlight streamed through the round window where the slime-squirrel had escaped and illuminated Elizia’s chest.
The cleavage rising and falling with her breaths glistened appetizingly like glossy flesh. Max lowered his upper body and began licking Lizzy’s b*****s first. She seemed to have applied oil to make her skin look smooth, because he could taste it on his tongue. If he had to classify the flavor, it was one that stirred lust. He especially liked feeling the beat of the woman’s heart against his tongue.
“Elizia.”
“……!”
Max went farther, licking his way up Lizzy’s collarbones and unusually long neck. She kept flinching while refusing to show her face, so when he whispered the name he had remembered in a low voice, she startled. She seemed surprised that he had not forgotten her name.
Her widened eyes appeared between her arms. Max pulled both arms wide apart and devoured her lips again.
“Mmmph…”
Slurp, chup, smooch…
The last fragment of his rationality was crouching in a corner and watching criticized him. Why do you keep sucking her tongue? Just shove your c**k in already. But Max simply could not stop kissing her.
Now he understood why kissing was called a form of s*x. It was likely because every time he pushed his tongue into the wet, damp cavern of her mouth and pulled it back out, it produced a similar sensation to thrusting somewhere else.
Mmph…! As he ravaged her mouth until it was drenched in saliva, Lizzy occasionally narrowed her gums around the man’s probing tongue and squeezed it. Each time, the fingers that had somehow intertwined on both sides tightened as well. Only then did he remember her request for him to vary the pace. Max’s tongue became slightly gentler.
Slurp, chuup… Thanks to that, the wet sounds grew even louder. Stimulating the inside of her mouth softly caused saliva to pool in abundance. A rush of exhilaration rose as though he were licking the inside of a jar that held nothing but delicious essence.
Afraid even one drop might leak out and trail down her chin, Max gripped Lizzy’s round jaw firmly and sucked up every trace of her essence. Tsk, slurp. Whenever her mouth seemed too dry, he gathered his saliva on his tongue and spat it inside, spreading it across Lizzy’s gums.
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