The Red Witch

…As if he was nursing at her brxxst.

‘W-what are you doing…?!’

Shocked, she tried to push his head away. He let out a faint sound as he drew back slightly, as though reluctantly releasing her.

“There’s not much time until the eclipse.”

The eclipse? That came out of nowhere.

As she tilted her head in confusion, her neck arched back suddenly. The Captain was lapping slowly at her brxxst with his tongue, one hand already kneading the other side. Before she could adjust to the sensation, he began to roll her sensitive skin between his fingers with careful attention, all while continuing with his mouth. He sucked on it like he couldn’t get enough.

It was a completely unfamiliar sensation — too overwhelming to moan, she could only gasp for breath, her chest rising and falling.

Only then did the Captain lift his eyes to meet hers, still holding her in place, and gave a slow, confident smile. Embarrassed for reasons she couldn’t name, Kiara turned her head aside, pretending she was just catching her breath.

‘Uhn…’

Her dress, soaked in blood, lay crumpled on the floor. From the way the delicate ribbons had been cut apart, it was likely the Captain’s doing. The heavy fabric, already stiff with blood, must have been impossible to move in.

And only then did she recall the state she’d been in earlier — dazed and covered in blood.

‘…Come to think of it.’

Startled, Kiara jerked upright and began checking her body in a flurry. She’d expected her skin to be slick with blood, but surprisingly, it felt clean and dry. It seemed the commander hadn’t just removed her clothes, He’d taken the time to wipe her down, too.

She had assumed he was the impatient type. Maybe she had misjudged him.

Relieved for a moment, her eyes suddenly widened again.

Wait a second.

‘Then he saw everything…’

Clutching the bedsheet tightly to her chest, Kiara glanced at him with wary suspicion. The Captain ran a hand through his jet-black hair with an irritated sigh.

“I’ve already been licking and sucking all this time. It’s strange to assume that I wouldn’t have seen it.”

Licking and sucking…

Kiara’s face flushed red in an instant. The image of the Captain’s face — his lips on her moments ago — flashed vividly in her mind.

“…You’ve probably wondered how someone like me managed to get by just fine with hair and eyes like this. Even when people called you a witch and hurled accusations, you might’ve thought, ‘Why him? Why is he unscathed?’”

With a quiet sigh, he spoke as though reading her thoughts.

“That’s because I’m a Grandilgale. So I have to fulfill the responsibilities of being born as a Grandilgale.”

Responsibilities of being born as a Grandilgale?

Just as Kiara was still reeling, the Captain moved suddenly, pushing her gently but firmly back down.

‘Ah—! Let me go!’

She struggled instinctively, breath catching in her throat, but he only looked down at her with a quiet, almost amused smile.

“The first blood. Spilled during the witch’s bedding.”

The short statement was followed by a wide-open mouth, and he began to greedily devour Kiara’s nxxple and arxxla, taking them in one bite.

A panicked Kiara watched, helpless to stop him, as he devoured her brxxsts.

It was a delicacy like nothing else in the world. After sucking on them for a while, her nxxples hardened and rolled on his tongue like candy.

‘…Mm, ngh.’

Even then, Kiara barely let a sound escape her lips. She bit down on her lower lip, and when that wasn’t enough, pressed both hands over her mouth. It felt as though her thoughts were melting, scattering into something she couldn’t grasp.

‘Grandilgale…’

Even while struggling to stay composed, Kiara recalled what the noblewoman had said earlier. “Prince,” she had called him. That had to mean…

‘H-he’s really a prince…?’

But why would a prince come all the way to this remote, insignificant country? And if that were true, what about the king of Altnebra? The very one she was meant to spend her first night with?

Kiara’s eyes regained clarity, piecing together the contradictions. But before the thoughts could settle, a foreign sensation stirred again — this time, not in her chest, but lower, somewhere unfamiliar.

The Captain’s thick, large hand slipped through her gown and cupped her hidden clxt.

‘W—what is this… It feels so strange.’

Kiara’s back arched with each thrust. She felt wet between her legs, and her stomach clenched for some reason. By the time he finally started to gently rub her clxt with his nails, she was shivering all the way down to her thighs.

Eventually, Kiara couldn’t take it anymore. She slammed her fists down on top of him.

Please, please, please. Stop it, or at least let me make a sound. Please do something.

Kiara panted softly, struggling to catch her breath. The effort of biting down on her own lip had left it flushed and swollen, a vivid mark of her trying to restrain any noise from escaping her mouth.

“…Tsk.”

Sighing, he nibbled at her lips in place of his own, his fingers never ceasing to slide up and down between those sensitive petals all the while. His free hand slid down her brxxst, and the erxct nxxple poked his palm.

Her clxt, her pert peaks, her entire body — all swollen, ripe, and hungry for his touch.

It felt like picking ripe fruit.

“…You’re overflowing.”

He muttered as he slid his middle finger into her pxssy, juices running down his fingers like nectar. It was truly amazing. Curious, he pushed his finger deeper and deeper.

At first it felt tight, but as he went further inside, the texture around his fingers soon became ecstatically soft and warm. It wasn’t just the feel of her tongue, the stiffness of her nxxples against his palm, and the rhythm of his fingers sliding in and out of her — it was her inviting walls that made his excitement rise with every twitch and clench.

Here, what would it feel like to bury my cxck here?

Eventually, after a long moment of thrusting, forgetting his original purpose, he withdrew his hand from Kiara’s pxssy. She tried to hold back her moaning as much as she could, and before long, the Captain’s backside was covered in red marks, but it didn’t hurt that much.

“Hmm…”

When the Captain loosened the leather strap that was tied around his waist, his swollen pxnxs sprang free like it was threatening to escape. Kiara stared blankly at the thick pillar with its bulging veins running from the shxft. In truth, it was hard to even distinguish what was what.

Already exhausted, her lower and upper mouths, both slick with some unknown liquid, glistened in the dim moonlight. Unlike the upper part that was just open blankly, the lower part was visibly twitching with excitement.

Like it was tempting and inviting the hand that had just caressed it.