The Red Witch - Chapter 90 🔞

TN: "Rayne" -> "Laine"

A moment later, Ael folded not only the leg he was holding but her other one as well, pressing both against her chest.

For an instant, embarrassment washed over her at the frog-like position he’d put her in. Then he rested her feet against his shoulders instead, tilting her hips gently upward.

Facing the entrance now lifted toward him, Ael drove himself straight inside.

“Hah…!”

Kiara threw her head back, a breathless cry escaping her lips. Putting his weight behind the motion, he thrust downward from above, and the thick head of his cxck sank deep inside her in a single stroke.

Her feet, draped over his shoulders, trembled faintly with the lingering aftershocks. After everything he’d already done to her, her body had become so exquisitely sensitive that the moment his immense length buried itself inside her again, she climaxed almost instantly.

“Hah… Damn…”

Ael felt the hairs at the nape of his neck stand on end. Was it because he’d already claimed her so many times today? Or because of everything he’d already spilled inside her?

Whatever the reason, there was almost no resistance this time. He slid smoothly all the way to the root, her soft, slick walls stretching around him before molding themselves snugly against every inch of his length.

That sensation alone was enough to make it feel as though he might melt. And despite everything she’d said—despite insisting she was sore, that she’d had enough—the heated depths of Kiara’s body refused to give up.

Instead, they welcomed him with tireless, eager squeezes, clinging tightly around him as though determined not to let him go.

As though trying to wring every last drop of him dry.

“…After taking this much already.”

The words slipped from Ael like a private murmur, a faint smile tugging at his lips. It was exactly what he wanted.

A moment later, he began moving his hips again. Each time he thrust, the seed he’d poured so lavishly into her spilled back out with wet, sticky sounds, slipping from her entrance.

Spent after yet another climax, Kiara’s legs had gone limp. Her ankles swayed weakly where they rested over Ael’s shoulders.

“Hah… So this position’s your favorite, is it?”

“N-ngh… ah… ah…”

Still breathing out one broken moan after another, Kiara gave him a dazed little nod.

How many climaxes had washed over her by now? She couldn’t even count anymore. It felt like being swept away by wave after wave.

Every ounce of strength had drained from her body until she couldn’t do anything at all.

She could only take him. When he thrust, she accepted him. When he drove deeper, she accepted that too. All she could do was lie there helplessly, welcoming him with trembling cries. Her body, however, seemed to have plenty of fight left.

Every time Ael drove upward into her, the depths of her body tightened around him, nibbling insistently at his length as though determined to squeeze every last drop from him. The sensation was so intense it almost felt as though she might bite him clean through. Before he realized it, even Ael was breathing out faint, uneven moans.

“Hah… Damn.”

The curse escaped him without thinking. By all rights, he should have been satisfied by now. And yet the more he poured himself into her, the deeper the pleasure became. Which only made him greedier. Next time, what kind of bliss will be waiting for me then?

It was enough to make him understand those fools who lost their minds over women.

‘No, that can’t be true.’

Ael shook his head at the thought. There was no way. What other woman in the world possessed a body like this?

Kiara’s body seemed to know exactly how to answer his every movement without either of them exchanging a single word.

Whenever he pushed into her, the countless delicate folds lining her walls swept snugly along his length. Whenever he pulled back, her entrance tightened eagerly around the thick head of his cxck, unwilling to let him go.

It was a body that seemed to exist solely for him. Where else could he ever find another woman like this?

‘…At this rate.’’

Still pounding into her with rough, relentless thrusts, Ael looked down at Kiara, panting helplessly beneath him.

Just moments ago, he’d been thinking that if he took her hard enough, often enough, he’d make her body accustomed to him. But wasn’t the opposite happening instead?

There was no way he could let Kiara leave Altnebra now. Altnebra was the territory the Crown Prince had granted him under imperial decree. The only place where he and his order of knights could truly call themselves free.

He couldn’t leave Altnebra, which meant she had to remain here with him.

Damn it… Do I really have to get her pregnant?

“A-Ael…!”

Without warning, Kiara’s trembling hands tightened around his back with all the strength she had left. Her entire body arched sharply as her hips lifted from the bed.

The instant Ael sensed another climax overtaking her, he drove himself into her as deeply as he could. Then, instead of pulling away, he slowly rolled his hips against her, grinding deep inside.

“Hah… hngh!”

Kiara cried out, her entire body convulsing as the depths of her tightened around him more fiercely than ever before.

A sharp shiver shot up Ael’s spine. Pleasure crashed through him like a physical blow.

Then, in a voice utterly bereft of composure, Kiara called his name.

“A-Ael…”

There was something urgent in the way she said it. She’d sensed it immediately—that he was on the verge of release.

As though answering her call, Ael’s hips began snapping against her in quick, powerful strokes.

It was the result of everything they’d shared.

Her body had learned him. His had learned hers.

Buried deep inside Kiara, Ael’s cxck pulsed as another powerful release surged from him.

Feeling the warmth spreading through her, Kiara shuddered from head to toe.

“…Hah…”

Finished at last, Ael eased down onto the bed, drawing her into his arms. As though she’d never tried to run from him at all, Kiara quietly nestled against his chest.

The sight drew a deeply satisfied smile from him. If this keeps up, eventually she’ll stop trying to leave.

Until then, he intended to engrave himself into the deepest part of her, again and again. Until she understood there was no leaving him.