The Red Witch - Chapter 85 🔞

TN: "Rayne" -> "Laine"

Kiara squirmed backward across the bed, trying her best to wiggle away, but all she managed to do was mess up her hair. Strands fell into her face, tangling in her lashes and clouding her vision. Meanwhile, she remained firmly trapped between Ael’s arms, with no room to flee.

“Yes. An experiment.”

Ael brushed the hair away from her face with a soft, almost teasing smile. At the same time, something pressed insistently against her thigh, making her eyes go wide.

That’s… that’s what I felt earlier… no, wait. It’s even bigger than before.

Kiara gasped, practically shouting.

“…T-there’s no way! That—that can’t possibly fit in me!”

It wasn’t an exaggeration. Just thinking about something that large entering her made her feel light-headed.

She might actually tear or even break.

But while she was spiraling into panic, Ael looked completely unbothered.

“I’ve been in before, several times. Ah, though maybe not all the way in?”

Ael’s hand slipped beneath Kiara’s thin dressing gown and poked somewhere in her lower belly.

As if to gauge something.

“If I go all the way in… it’d be around here, I think.”

“Ah, no… mmph.”

Kiara’s head snapped back completely as she shook it wildly in denial. Ael’s hand, which had now moved up to her brxxst, pinched her nxxple.

“Let’s see, are we going all in today?”

Grasping the tip of Kiara’s nxxple between his thumb and middle finger, Ael gently scratched the tip with his index finger. Kiara’s thighs clenched as his fingertips brushed against the sensitive peak.

“Oh, no… ah.”

She shook her head vigorously, dreading the pleasure to come, but already the place between her thighs was growing rapidly wet in anticipation of being impaled.

Ael’s free hand, which had been playing with her nxxples for some time now, pulled up Kiara’s thin dress. Her skin, exposed to the morning sun, glowed even fairer than it had in the candlelight.

It looked just like wheat dough.

After a moment of admiration, Ael ran his fingertips over her body. As if to confirm that she was indeed human.

Pelvis, waist, ribs. He traced her contours with his straightened index finger, but otherwise he did nothing else, and Kiara moaned softly as the irritation on her over-sensitised skin felt unusually exhilarating.

“Hngh…”

Her swollen nxxple poked its head up and twitched slightly, like it was begging to be put into his mouth.

Then I should oblige her.

Ael’s full lips closed around Kiara’s nxxple and sucked.

“Hmm.”

Kiara twisted her hips, wrapping her arms around Ael’s head against her chest. Just when she thought he might retreat, he bit down on her nxxple. It was clearly different from how he used to gently graze it with his teeth under the cover of his lips.

It felt like a warning — push me away, and I’ll bite harder.

The sharp sensation of his teeth pressing in was far more intense than before. Overwhelmed by the heightened pleasure, fear crept in, and she pulled Ael’s head closer, pressing him into her chest.

“Mmm.”

Ael, already buried in her ample chest, took in a short breath before letting it out, muffled. Then he fully pressed his face into her soft curves, his nose even crushed slightly against them. He resumed suckling at her nxxple with a wet, rhythmic motion.

As if to say, go ahead, try and stop me.

He didn’t just suck. His broad, flat tongue pressed Kiara’s pert nxxple against the roof of his mouth, rubbing it. The rough texture heightened the stimulation, making it feel as though her nxxple had turned into something like a piece of candy. Eventually, Kiara gave in, releasing her grip on his head and clutching the bedsheets instead.

“Haah…”

Only then, seemingly satisfied, did Ael move to her other b****t, grabbing it with greedy hands. He kneaded it so roughly that her soft flesh bulged out between his fingers as if it were dough being squeezed too hard.

That’s when Kiara, who had been moaning continuously, faltered in her voice.

“Ah, my… chest…”

Her tone sounded almost pained, and Ael glanced at the brxxst he had been holding. The once-pale skin had already flushed pink.

Why is her skin so delicate?

Startled, Ael loosened his grip and examined her more carefully.

‘Is she made of flour dough or something…?’

Marks from earlier seemed to have faintly bloomed across Kiara’s fair skin — something he hadn’t noticed before, likely due to the darkness.

…Still, the fact that he left them was strangely satisfying.

In that moment, blood surged into Ael’s already hardened length, intensifying his urgency. Time wasn’t on their side.

Instead of squeezing, he gently traced the raised tip of her nxxple with his fingers.

At that touch, Kiara suddenly squeezed her thighs around the knee Ael had resting between them.

“Looks like someone down here’s already been waiting,”

Ael murmured with a crooked smile as he gently pressed his bent knee against the space between Kiara’s thighs. Each time he brushed along the crease, a startled shiver ran through her, and warm moisture began to cling to his skin.

If she was already dripping like this, how wet must the inside be?

Driven by curiosity, his hand slipped between her legs.

“I… I wasn’t…”

Kiara tried to protest, but her voice faltered into a gasp. Her hips twitched as his fingers slipped in, and her entrance instinctively clenched around him.