Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Witch of Fate’s Great Call - Chapter 16
Kalynia reacted immediately. As he quickly stroked her c******s, her moans became more frequent. Eventually, she stretched her legs out and convulsed, seemingly confused by the climax she had just experienced.
Vylon swept his hand over her now thoroughly slick entrance. His touch alone made her body flinch—not from pressing hard or rubbing intensely, just a touch, as if she remembered what had been done to her.
He gently stirred inside her with his fingers again.
Having climaxed once made her even more sensitive. A little touch was all it took to make her moan.
“Witch.”
Even amidst her dazed state, when Vylon called out, her eyes sought him. His Adam’s apple bobbed significantly as he met the half-closed eyes of the witch.
He licked his lips and glanced down between his legs.
He hated to admit it, but he thought it would feel good to enter her there.
Her strained response to just two fingers seemed amusing enough to Vylon. He withdrew his fingers, and the viscous fluid from her stretched out.
“Haah…”
Heat rose to his head involuntarily, his breath escaping. It wasn’t just his head that felt hot—a mistaken sense of overheating enveloped his whole body as if the air itself had turned warm.
Drip, drip. It wasn’t enough just on his fingers. Fluid streamed down between her legs.
Capturing this sight, Vylon cursed inwardly. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Even if the witch cried out in pain, there was nothing to be done.
“Witch.”
Vylon called her with a voice lowered by arousal.
Why does he keep calling me? Annoying.
Kalynia didn’t say anything, but her eyes spoke volumes. Vylon caught her gaze, then grabbed her waist and pushed in forcefully.
Push, push. He exerted effort to enter her through the tight space. Yet, Vylon did not stop.
He stared straight into her eyes to see how much they widened.
“More than I thought, haah…”
The sensation of being tightly enveloped was immense. There was no pleasure, only pain as if being squeezed tight, yet a strange satisfaction enveloped him. Watching the witch gasp for air beneath him felt oddly gratifying.
Vylon considered it a sense of conquest. The thrill of thrusting into the audacious and impertinent witch was shallow yet addictive.
“We can’t go on like this. Relax a bit more, Witch.”
“Hnnh, aah…”
Surprisingly, Kalynia didn’t resist and tried to follow his command, taking deep breaths to try and ease her own constriction.
“What’s this? You’re actually listening.”
Vylon chuckled, brushing back his hair that had fallen forward. He wasn’t doing it for him, of course. He knew she was acting out of a desire to survive.
Still, he found her effort somewhat endearing and stroked her delicate thigh in a semblance of praise.
He intended to stroke just once and stop, but the softness was so inviting he couldn’t stop touching her thigh until she loosened up.
“Are you planning to keep relaxing until tomorrow morning?”
Noticing how much she had loosened inside, Vylon inquired.
“I’ve relaxed already as much as I could already!”
Kalynia retorted sharply, her eyes fierce.
The vacant look she had at her climax was gone. Vylon somehow felt a loss. He missed that dazed face, those slightly parted lips that seemed so devoid of strength.
Now that she had regained her composure, she only made annoying noises. Not cute or pretty at all.
“No choice then. Have to keep going.”
Vylon grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him, then thrust in deeply again. There was no slow pace this time—he accelerated, forcing her to stretch as far as she claimed she had relaxed.
“Fast, too fast, aah!”
Kalynia shuddered, her chin trembling as she tried to squirm upwards, attempting to dislodge him from within.
Vylon held her pelvis tight against him, maintaining full penetration as he began to move his hips slightly, finally feeling a bit of pleasure as his lips curled slightly.
“I’m just helping to widen things, so don’t resist, just stay still.”
Kalynia thought his words sounded devilish.
Helping to widen? Why would anyone do such a thing to someone else’s body?
Thanks to him, she felt as if his p***s was stirring all her insides. Essentially, it was a sensation that something was terribly wrong.
But this madman, not only stirring inside with his p***s but also pressing down on her stomach with his palm.
“What, what are you doing, hhngh, haah.”
It felt as if her organs were screaming for help, the world spinning around her.
It hurt. It was excruciatingly painful because this man had probed a bit with his fingers before brutally penetrating her all at once. Yet, bizarrely, a chilling sensation enveloped her following the pain.
