When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 62
It was hard to understand Edgar relentlessly licking and drinking every drop of my juices. The fluids released during intercourse were just a natural bodily response to facilitate penetration, not some kind of nectar designed to attract bees.
There couldn’t possibly be a ‘taste’ to it.
“It’s so sweet.”
Edgar licked his glistening lips with a blissful expression that defied common sense and even made me question my own understanding.
His thick tongue pushed inside, moving in and out, creating wet, squelching sounds as it rubbed against my slick flesh. His sharp nose nestled into the folds, and his smooth lips stayed coated with my juices. He hung onto me desperately, trying to savor every drop.
“Oh, if I could, I’d keep my tongue here all day. It’s so juicy; it feels like my tongue is melting. While putting it in is great, I just want to keep sucking your p–sy until it drools just for me.”
His amethyst eyes sparkled beautifully, yet the words from his mouth were those of a complete pervert. Even if the love potion had influenced him, he must have learned this somewhere.
“Stop… no… uh!”
I could hear faint conversations from the campsite. We were far enough to avoid people seeing us directly close enough for the risk to be real.
If someone came looking, they’d see a woman with her dress hiked up, legs spread, trembling in ecstasy. They’d know instantly what was happening.
I imagined the scenario in horrifying detail. Yet, despite the fear, my body responded with more heat and wetness.
‘Is this really my kink?’
For a moment, I was stunned. Then, all rational thought fled.
“Oh! Ah!”
The man’s actions kept me from thinking straight as he slurped up my essence before it could even trickle down.
“Ah, wait, ah, ah…!”
He sucked hard on my engorged cli–ris, leaving me no time to think. My sharp cries mixed with the drool escaping my parted lips.
The sensation was similar to needing to pee, and though I clenched my teeth to hold back, it was useless. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. The intense tongue action, lapping up every drop from deep inside, sent my body into convulsions.
“Good girl. Our Chloe is good at c-mming.”
Edgar, his face still buried between my legs, licked his wet lips.
“That’s right. Just let it all out.”
His gentle whispering as he licked me reminded me of the way he used to comfort me when I was a child after a successful spell.
“Let it all out.”
I whimpered, half-crying. My eyes half-closed, lips trembling as tears streamed down my face from the continuous waves of climax. Instinctively, I thrust my hips closer to his mouth, and his strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me even closer.
“Wait… not now… ah, ugh!”
I could feel it—the thick, rough tongue thoroughly licking my slick folds after my climax.
“Ah… ah, ugh.”
I went limp, collapsing from the lingering chills that covered my spine. Without the tree supporting me, I would’ve surely fallen. Finally, Edgar lifted his head from between my legs.
“Ah… that was delicious.”
Seeing his cheeks flushed red and hearing his satisfied sigh, like a connoisseur who had tasted the finest delicacy, made my head spin. I realized I’d been worrying about the wrong thing all this time.
‘It’s not about whether to restore Edgar to his original self.’
The real issue was whether I could handle his insatiable lust fueled by the love potion.
“I love you, Chloe.”
Watching him, brimming with vitality like a flower blooming in the morning dew, made me lose confidence.
