Chapter 18
Was this truly a kiss?
Wasn’t it simply f*****g by another method?
Indeed, the profile of the man repeatedly sucking Elizia’s lips looked far too decadent. With his unconscious abstinence mercilessly stripped away, his cheeks repeatedly hollowed as he sucked the woman’s essence. Whenever their tightly joined lips separated, the way their tongues twisted like snakes and rubbed slowly together was unbearably obscene.
But he seemed to like the sensation immensely. Max coaxed Lizzy’s tongue outside with a somewhat forceful motion. Haah. Mmm. He stiffened the tip of his tongue and flicked it repeatedly from the underside of hers to the frenulum. Unable to withstand the stimulation, Lizzy’s face eventually turned bright red as though paint had burst across it. Mmmngh…!
Was kissing as foreplay always this filthy?
The belated question of a virgin appeared in Max’s head as he licked the witch’s mouth according to his lust, but it vanished at once. So what. He rationalized it quickly. Wasn’t the essence of f*****g to spray each other with plenty of bodily fluids and greedily consume them? It could be called the embodiment of instinct.
They would suck c***s and p*****s, so what was a little saliva?
In truth, Maximilian Romundale was shameless. One might say he specialized in insisting on whatever suited him. Even so, he reluctantly stopped kissing her soon afterward. A starving growl that seemed to roar from deep within his chest immediately followed and shook Lizzy’s eardrums. A sharp shiver struck down her spine.
Max suddenly embraced her hard enough to crush her as she coughed repeatedly and gasped for breath, having nearly suffocated while being kissed.
It was not Lizzy’s panting breaths or the nails scratching his forearms that made him stop.
His balls had simply drawn up so tightly that pain exploded through him. It seemed he had remained e***t for far too long without realizing it. The moment s***n mixed with pre-c*m seeped from the narrow slit of his glans, the back of his neck went numb. Letting out a rough breath, the man pulled the woman even more tightly against him.
“Sorry. I was inconsiderate.”
“Haah, hah… Y-Your caresses are too intense. So persistent…!”
“Apparently. I didn’t know either. I think it might become a habit.”
As Max pulled her in, Elizia fit perfectly deep into his embrace.
They needed to take a break. Max buried his nose in the crown of her head and rolled onto his side. His hands did not rest. He pulled the shoulder straps of the nightgown, which barely seemed like clothing, down to her navel. Her sweat-dampened b*****s spilled free and looked immensely full.
He supported the flesh that sloped gently toward her armpits with his palm, and it was heavy. It was so soft, like dough, that he felt he could knead it and lose track of time. If these abundant b*****s bounced as he’d pound into her, he doubted he would ever forget the sight even with his eyes closed.
In truth, the witch appeared somewhat servile not only because of her self-deprecating remarks, but also because of her hunched posture. But her shoulders were hunched because her b*****s were this large… F**k. Max could not understand why a curse rose inside him. He only found himself thinking that hiding this woman away in the forest as she was now might be better in many ways.
After kneading her b*****s to his heart’s content, he lightly brushed a n****e with his thumb. The defenselessly exposed woman moaned and whimpered. Twisting the n****e that reacted so immediately, the man whispered hoarsely.
“Your b*****s are so big they spill out of my palms.”
“Hnng…”
“You know too, don’t you? That they sag…”
He meant that they were obscene. He meant that they were maddeningly e****c and beautiful enough to make a man’s throat burn, but the woman trembled as though she had been scolded.
“Y-You’re awful… Are you saying they’re ugly?”
“Enough. You…”
This was why he could not stop teasing her. Every single word made her react immediately. He had a feeling that dirty talk while f*****g would become a habit. Max lowered his head and sank his teeth into her armpit. That spot also gave way softly when pressed. A grinding sound escaped between his teeth as he licked the tender underside of her upper arm and the salty hollow beneath it.
He still couldn’t believe it.
“You’ve really never breastfed anyone?”
“Ah, that tickles… Really, how many times are you going to ask…!”
Once again, she looked as though he had struck a sore spot.
As Elizia met Max’s dark gaze buried against her underarm, tears quickly welled in her eyes. Her irises grew damp and dark like a hazel swamp. If she was lying, she was the greatest actress in the world.
He knew nothing about the pleasure of teasing a woman who had caught his interest. Yet Maximilian now wanted to push Elizia further until he finally saw a single tear roll down her cheek. He knew he would feel uncomfortable if he made her cry, but he still wanted to tease her to his heart’s content.
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