Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Witch of Fate’s Great Call - Chapter 17
Kalynia thought she felt pleasure because the pain had exceeded what she could endure. Watching the demon laugh mockingly while he drove himself into her made it all too clear.
“Ah, ha, ngh, ugh!”
“Now I can finally finish.”
In the midst of her vision flashing, she heard his words.
Vylon moved his hips, completely disregarding whether she was climaxing or not. He didn’t seem unaware of her state—it was clear, as she had been convulsing before him.
“I, I’m… coming…!”
She even had the presence of mind to let him know, but as her body shook uncontrollably, she glanced at her limp hand lying beside her.
Some of her sisters could pull out a hidden wand with a gesture like that.
But she couldn’t retrieve her wand. Even producing it was a part of magic, and she was utterly incapable.
Had she ever despised herself for being unable to perform even simple magic without her enchanted shoes as much as she did at that moment? Kalynia felt a wave of sadness.
“Focus.”
As though he had noticed her distraction, Vylon suddenly thrust, hard. Kalynia whimpered, a shudder wracking her frame.
If she had her wand, she could have whacked that arrogant human’s head with it!
It frustrated her. But then, holding a wand only to think of striking him directly was probably why she couldn’t use magic effectively anyway.
Unable to do it meant just that. There was no use regretting it here.
Kalynia glanced again at what she could use as a weapon.
It was her fist. Just one punch would be satisfying. Determined, Kalynia clenched her hand tightly.
“I told you to focus.”
Vylon leaned closer and held her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Under his intense gaze, Kalynia’s fist unclenched slowly. When it came down to it, she wasn’t sure she could handle the aftermath.
Instead, she clenched down below as tightly as she could, trapping him, hoping it would make him hesitate and falter just for a moment.
“Ugh….”
For the first time, her plan worked. He tried to pull back, but Kalynia held him firmly, a triumphant smile spreading on her lips.
On the other hand, Vylon looked visibly irritated. He clenched his fist, still resting beside Kalynia’s face. His face, with gritted teeth and a steely gaze, looked terrifying.
“It’s… it’s done, right? Get off. You’re heavy.”
“…..”
“I said, you’re heavy, got it?”
Kalynia avoided his icy stare and shifted her body, urging him to move. For all his intimidating glare, Vylon withdrew without protest.
As he pulled away, a murky fluid slid down her legs. Kalynia looked at it with a complex mix of feelings.
She had put up with it up till now, but it was finally over. And yet, she might have to endure this all over again tomorrow night.
She was already worried, but for now, tonight was done. She still had enough strength left. Now, she could sleep deeply and figure out an escape plan by tomorrow…
“Uh?”
As she gasped for breath and tried to turn over, Kalynia was startled. Vylon, who had seemingly retreated, now grasped her right leg from behind.
There was no time to ask what he was doing. His member entered again, stirring the mix of their bodily fluids inside her.
“Ugh, ahhngh, wait, it’s— it’s over. It’s over! Why, again!”
“……”
“King! Once was enough, why again, hnngh, do, doing it!”
“…..”
“Hey!”
Despite Kalynia’s cries, Vylon silently held her down with his arms and legs, continuing to torment her with his unabated arousal.
She hadn’t expected it wouldn’t end with one time. Somehow, Kalynia managed to reach out and find his thigh.
“Aah!”
She exerted force to push him off, but Vylon bit her nape.
Was he trying to bite her neck?
When Kalynia froze in shock, fortunately, he clenched his teeth. There were some bite marks, but they weren’t severe. Her skin quickly healed, erasing the marks he had made.
It was a relief her neck wasn’t torn, but the man who didn’t know when to stop was anything but a relief.
Suddenly tightening inside to stop him no longer worked. To do that, she had to catch him off guard, but he was no longer inattentive.
“Stop, enough. Did it, twice, aah, already…!”
Kalynia pleaded with Vylon. But pleading didn’t mean he stopped, as he seemed determined to finish her off tonight, rolling his hips relentlessly.
“It’s not for you to decide when to stop. I decide that.”
“Ah, hnnh, what crazy talk, angh!”
Vylon inserted his thick fingers between her lips, silencing her as saliva dripped down. He stirred inside her mouth with his fingers and warned her.
“I warned you. Be careful how you wag your tongue.”
Kalynia prayed she could suddenly gain the power to curse, to kill this undying thing forever.
Of course, as a witch who didn’t believe in gods, her wish was not granted. No sudden enlightenment came, only his thrusting from above to below continued.
Mad man. A man mad with lust!
Kalynia wept a little from the unbearable pleasure, thinking to herself. Even knowing she was a witch, he didn’t kill her but kept her alive—she should have realized what that meant.
It was too late for her to realize, and she had to endure him all night.
