When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 47
Holding my breath under the pressure, Edgar’s familiar voice whispered calmly in my ear.
“Do you feel it?”
Unsure what he meant, I looked up at him with teary eyes. Edgar, his forehead slick with sweat, slowly stroked below us with one hand. His long, knobby fingers, glistening with translucent fluids, caught the light.
“You’re completely soaked. It didn’t tear at all, it’s not hurting. You’ll start to feel good soon.”
Though hard to believe, it turned out just as Edgar had said.
“Ah, uh…!”
He entered me, excruciatingly slow, igniting every hair on my body to stand on end. By the time he was fully inside, a strange thrill ran down my spine. As he pushed deeper and deeper, I writhed, releasing moans so lewd they seemed unlike my own.
“Your n–ples are e***t without even being touched. Excitement makes them stand, huh? Cute.”
Burying his nose in the valley of my chest, Edgar took a deep breath and then took my now stiff n–ple into his mouth. The n–ple, deeply embedded within the a–ola, quivered and stiffened further under his tongue’s play.
“Ah! Ah!”
Though my eyelids were tightly shut, sparks seemed to burst inside them. Saliva dribbled down the gap in my teeth. Despite revealing an uncharacteristically vulnerable side of myself, I was beyond caring.
What was this sensation? My stomach throbbed, and my blood seemed to rush in ecstasy.
Squish! Squish! The sound of wet flesh parting tight inner walls as he moved in and out was obscene, yet I felt no shame—there was no room for it, overwhelmed as I was by pleasure.
“Chloe… ah, ha.”
It wasn’t just me losing my mind. Edgar, too, seemed half-blinded by pleasure, his actions were without any rationale as he delved deeper into me.
“So good, it’s too much… It’s softer and more sensitive than I thought… ha-ha. It’s unbelievable, beyond what I imagined.”
Rather than kissing, it was as if he was suckling my tongue, exploring my mouth as he murmured deliriously. Reality receded, and the ecstasy from our tightly intertwined bodies dominated my mind.
Women and men. I knew Edgar and I were different in gender, but it had always seemed like a trivial distinction—until now.
The se-ual experience I personally experienced was on a different level.
“Ah, ah!”
Our bodies were locked together as if they had always been one. The predatory urgency of the man’s movements. I was drowning in the intoxicatingly raw sensation of flesh enveloping flesh that felt like my bones were melting.
The reality seemed a distant dream.
The room, with its wide-open windows, seemed too small to contain the primal urgency of two bodies intertwined, nothing but animals in heat. Even if someone were to see and point fingers, I felt no shame.
“Hurry… Ah, ah!”
“Are you rushing me?”
“Yes, yes!”
Edgar’s voice was rough as if he didn’t really believe it as he pressed his lips against my tear-stained cheek. Under my palm, the taut muscles of his back tensed.
“There’s no escaping now.”
His animalistic growl barely registered to my ear. A blunt tip pressed relentlessly, crossing the delicate boundary to stake its claim more deeply.
“Ah…!”
“…!”
The world whited out as my body convulsed. Edgar’s heavy breathing washed over me as he leaned in. My inside was hot with hot liquid.
We reached our climax together.
“It’s too tight… I might break.”
Ha…His voice was drowsy. Though he seemed to recover quickly, I was still caught in the aftershocks of pleasure.
The sensation was the first time for me. It felt as if the whole world was turned upside down and my body trembling uncontrollably. Even as the flesh that had been tightly filling inside withdrew, my body spasmed
“We’ve made quite a mess.”
As the solid pillar withdrew, the connection visibly pulsing and a viscous trail followed. Edgar’s intense gaze between my legs was too much that it made me instinctively want to curl up and hide.
