When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 48
“I’ll clean you up, so don’t be shy.”
Before I could protest that it wasn’t about shyness, Edgar firmly held my thighs apart and buried his face between them.
“Are you crazy? What are you doing there… Ahh!”
It was the most sensitive and private part of my body, and it was a mess with both our fluids. I tried to escape, but the hot breath on my skin was relentless.
“Ah…!”
My body trembled as if struck by lightning. Edgar showed no hesitation. His fingers parted the wet flesh, and his tongue delved deeply into the quivering opening. It felt like a formless tentacle creature scraping the inside, causing my thighs to twitch and my hips to bend involuntarily.
“Please…”
I begged without even knowing what I wanted, but he was relentless. Instead, he crushed my swollen cl–oris with his firm teeth, clearly enjoying my writhing in pleasure.
The person I always looked up to was now face-first in my crotch, sucking up the messy fluids. It was unimaginable.
The most absurd part was how openly and embarrassingly he indulged in this act, and I was drooling and crying in response.
“Ah, stop… It’s dirty, it’s wrong, no, ah!”
As he stimulated me, the crevice that had been soaked opened and closed, releasing a thick, murky fluid. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how filthy the scene was.
I tried desperately to push him away even though I had no strength left.
“Get off. Ah, I really can’t…”
My hands trembled as I tried to push his head away.
Schlurp! Edgar pressed his lips tightly, sucking so hard that his cheeks hollowed out, pulling in everything accumulated there including the s–en he had poured earlier.
“Ah…!”
A scream almost like a shriek echoed. It was a moan that burst forth before I could even realize it.
“Ah, huh…”
As my toes curled and scraped the smooth sheets, the shivers that trickled down my spine wouldn’t easily fade. Edgar was largely to blame for this, swallowing every drop he elicited from me even as I reached my second climax.
Barely regaining my composure, tears of shame welled up in my eyes.
“I’ve told you how dirty it is! To do that there…”
Finally, Edgar lifted his head from between my legs. His features, once tidy, were now drenched in obscene fluids, and his lips glistened, yet he looked as if he couldn’t understand why I was sobbing.
“Why are you upset? It’s sweet and delicious. If it weren’t for my c-m, I’d want to keep tasting it all day.”
His comment was so typically him that it scared me even more. As I tried to push him away in disgust, he sighed, wiping his lips before pressing himself against my back.
He positioned me face down on the pillow with my rear lifted, a posture reminiscent of mating animals.
“How about this?” he murmured with a heated laugh.
He trailed his tongue up my neck, which sent shivers down my spine, but it was the warmth rubbing against my lower back that I noticed too late.
As I attempted to stop him, it was already too late. His p–is, slick from our previous encounter, found the slightly parted entrance and thrust into me in one swift movement.
“Ah!”
It was overwhelming, even though it had been inside me before. I struggled to breathe as the thick hand lightly pressed on my stomach; it felt like I might die.
“Relax.”
Shh…His voice was soothing as if comforting a child, but his next words were merciless.
“You need to help me go deeper, Chloe. Okay?”
After a moment of trying to adapt, the skin where we touched seemed to melt together, creating an illusion that we were one. Eventually, the p–is inside me managed to tame its new environment.
“It’s all in now.”
Soft lips kissed my sweat-drenched forehead.
“Well done.”
However, the peace was very short-lived. No sooner had I breathed a sigh of relief than Edgar began to move with brutal intensity.
The deep thrusts churned me from the inside, pulling back with a squelch that pushed frothy fluids from within. As he drove me to my limits, my vision blurred and the inside of my head flipped between stark black and blinding white.
