When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 53

Riding on the momentum, Edgar pulled me close and began to move his hips.

“Ah, aah!”

My body shook uncontrollably and my vision blurred. The thick tip rubbed insistently inside me. Despite the dizzying sensation, surprisingly, there was no pain.

“Not like this,” Edgar whispered as he continued to move.

His eyes, heated with passion, were fixed blatantly on the connected area.

Thickly, the column thrust in boldly then withdrew slowly. With each motion, the se-en that hadn’t been fully removed from last night came out with it. Frequent friction frothed up a milky foam, drenching not just the lower regions but also down to the thighs.

“I filled you up nicely yesterday and yet it’s all dripping out. You should keep it in so it can reach the womb, right?”

“Is it my fault?”

It felt unfair. Edgar was the one who moved recklessly.

“Yes, it was my fault.”

As he looked into my watery eyes, his lips which were redder than usual due to the sweat, curled into a line.

“So I’ll take responsibility and fill you up completely.”

I realized too late that I had fallen into a trap. The promise of ‘just once more’ had naturally disappeared, and by the time I regained my senses, it was already dark outside.

It had been an excruciatingly long lovemaking session. Drained of all energy, I once again nearly passed out.

The real problem wasn’t just that day. While I was tormented with guilt for giving in to a momentary impulse, Edgar continued to behave like a teenage boy, constantly burying his head in the skirts of lust.

“Umm, Chloe…”

He kept attacking me without a sense of timing.

“I want to lick your tongue, so open your mouth wider.”

His voice, whispering in my ear, was raspy with excitement. As he gently coaxed my chin, making me open my mouth, he quickly wrapped his tongue around mine and sucked greedily.

This act was too clumsy and vivid to be called a kiss. It was more like a child, overwhelmed with intense feelings, rubbing membranes without knowing what to do.

Despite being an adult male much taller than me, I found his actions oddly cute.

“Ah, ah!”

Each time he lifted and dropped my hips, a creaking sound mixed with sharp cries filled my ears, sounding like a female in heat. If I had been in my right mind, I would have been embarrassed, covering my mouth, but now I couldn’t think of anything.

The village festival had ended, and the mercenaries had collected their weapons from the blacksmith, indicating it was time to head to the Mistwood Forest.

While preparing for the next day, I suddenly found myself rejecting Edgar’s advances, still feeling tender below.

“Just a kiss then,” he had pleaded, and my heart softened. I had just agreed. We were merely kissing until…

“Ah, there, feels good, ah!”

Why was I like this now?

I vaguely remember following his thick tongue as it wildly explored my mouth. One hand naturally lifted my skirt and traced the damp crevice, its touch making me instinctively cling to the man in front of me.

That’s how I ended up like this.

“Deeper… ah!”

It felt good. Each time the thick tip plunged deep inside, it sent shivers down my spine. The tickling sensation inside was indescribable, irresistibly intense.

Underneath the light covering of pubic hair, the engorged veins on his flesh bulged as it slid in and out. It was wet with liquid. The explicit sight captivated my gaze. His large hand cupped my face and pulled me to meet his gaze.

“Look here.”

Through my blurred vision, I saw his eyes, purple and intense, scrutinizing every detail of my disheveled, pleasure-marred face.

It was a look I didn’t understand before as I had never received a man. But I can understand it now.

He wants me.

“Ah…!”

As realization struck, his organ pushed deeper, both of us reaching a climax so intertwined it was hard to tell what had driven me over the edge. My vision whited out.

“Haah… ah…”