Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL)-Chapter 85: Saintess’s Night with Lust (R18)

She was gentler this time.

Mel’s heart fluttered at the thought as the Saintess’s lips pressed deeper into hers.

The pale moon above was their only witness, their pink and white pajamas entwining in the quiet.

Golden gazes met in tender warmth, the Saintess’s hand cupping Mel’s flushed cheek.

As Mel melted into the kiss, the Saintess drew back slightly, a trace of saliva lingering.

A whisper brushed her ear: "Open your mouth."

Mel complied, and the Saintess’s lips returned, soft yet insistent, her tongue slipping in with gentle fervor.

It traced the warmth of her mouth, tapping Mel’s lightly as a silent plea for it to stay still.

As the Saintess’s palm smoothed over her cheek, fiddling with her ear between her fingers, Mel closed her eyes in comfort.

The Saintess’s kindness was like a moonlight touch, her kiss smothering her mind with a quiet sweetness.

Yet as her guard was let down, the palm left her cheek before sliding down.

Mel’s eyes remained closed as she felt her collar slip aside, like a fruit’s skin tenderly peeled away.

The palm slithered down from her shoulder before cupping her clothed breast.

"Mmm..."

A feather-light grasp enveloped her chest, in contrast to the minor, fiery lust stroke from within.

She felt her chest was gently pushed, before spinning as her bra’s lace loosened under the Saintess’s touch.

"No..." She gasped in the Saintess’s mouth as she squirmed. "More than this, and I..."

The Saintess pulled back, a thread of saliva still linking their lips. Her eyes narrowed, studying the ’flustered’ but clearly ’dishonest’ Mel.

Her tongue coiled around the strand like a snake tasting the air, then she leaned in, deliberate, unhurried.

First, she dragged her tongue along Mel’s cheek. Then across her closed eyelid. Down the delicate curve of a nostril.

Finally, she nipped at her ear, just hard enough to make the moment linger.

"One more lie, Mel."

Her grip tightened on Mel’s breast, fingers sinking in.

"And I might really consider messing you up."

Mel’s eyes flew open, her body trembling as the Saintess brushed a light kiss to her forehead, mocking in its gentleness.

"You have no idea," the Saintess murmured, trailing her lips downward, "how much I’ve been holding back since the first day we met."

Mel’s back arched, involuntarily, caught between ’fear’ and anticipation.

As her kiss smothered down from her neck, her tongue darted out to trace till her bra’s lace, licking at the edge-

Before she bit it off.

The Witch whimpered as the barrier to her vulnerable part was revealed, moaning as the cloth slid against her skin.

A dark chuckle escaped her lips, as her eyes curved at the pink nipple revealed, like a sweet fruit ripe for the picking.

She whispered against her neck. "Tell me what you want, Mel."

The hot breath tickled Mel’s skin as her body twisted against the Saintess’s grasp, straining to reach her lips.

Her voice was hushed as she muttered. "Please... Maria..."

A breath hitched in the Saintess’s throat, caught by her Mel’s tender play.

With a chuckle, she pulled back to face Mel’s breast, before her nail twirled around the nipple, just near enough to not graze it.

As Mel moaned and arched her back more, her voice was more strained with pleading. "Please... Maria... Maria..."

The voice was a silent echo, instilling nostalgia in the Saintess’s mind.

She leaned forward, before she claimed Mel’s nipple with a teasing nip.

"Ah! No..."

Mel desperately bent as her nipple’s tip was bitten; the very edge of her lust teased her senses, enough to ignite, but never enough to quench her bottomless desire.

"More... please... Saintess..."

The Saintess’s teeth grazed at the tip, before cupping Mel’s breast idly.

Her grip remained firm against Mel’s wrists, as her tongue tickled the nipple’s tip like savouring the sweet, tempting juice.

Mel’s thighs clench together, her moans slipping from her mouth.

She had dreamed of playing with the Saintess, but this was a torment far beyond her expectations.

As the Saintess’s grasp sank further into her breast, the dam at her bottom loosened more and more.

"Maria.. ah..."

Her pleading eyes met the Saintess’s gaze again, this time burning with a fervent yet gentle heat.

As if understanding Mel’s torment, the Saintess let go of her nipple-

Before sinking her teeth into it deeper, hunger flared.

"Aaah!"

Bite and licks passionately enveloped her breast, her back bending in rhythm against the Saintess’s bites.

Her strengthless thighs finally eased apart, her floodgate at the bottom seeping out honey juice as she muttered out moans after moans.

With one last yelp, she came against her pants.

Her body jolted as honeywater slipped out from her cavern, tears flowing against the shame of being ’violated’ so thoroughly.

The Saintess pulled back, admiring the pitiful Mel.

Her tears overflow from the edge of her eyes, half of her pajama and bra have slipped off, revealing a breast with its nipples enveloped by bite marks and saliva.

"Mel..." She breathed out before leaning down and kissing her again.

As she enjoyed Mel’s mouth tenderly, her hand slipped before tugging at her waistband.

With a gentle pull, she slid it down as her tongue burrowed into her mouth.

Tasting her Mel’s sweetness again, she groped against Mel’s panties, her whimpers echoing into her mouth.

Then she suddenly pulled away from the kiss, saliva string flowing down as she sat up.

She paused a moment, reassuring her flustered Mel with a softened look, before sliding her pants and panties down in one slow motion.

Grasping Mel’s soaked panty, the Saintess smirked at Mel, now with her hands untied, covered her exposed pussy embarrassingly with clentched thighs.

With a slight chuckle, she examined Mel’s panties, now soaked with her honey juice as it dripped down onto her palm.

Curiosity overwhelmed Maria, and before she knew it, she pulled it to her nostril for a long sniff.

She watched as Mel’s blush deepened, her trembling arms curling along with her thighs.

Her eyes curved with anticipation as she leaned forward to capture one of Mel’s arms, pulling it gently towards her.

And with locked gazes, she placed Mel’s palm over her wetted bottom.

"Want it?"

Mel was shaken by the Saintess’s whisper, before nodding with strength.

"Then stay safe tomorrow, Mel."

The Witch of Lust’s eyes widened before catching the serious glint in Maria’s eyes.

Her lips quivered, a strange sentiment welling up within her.

Yet she nodded again.

"Heh." Then, a flicker of lust bled through Maria’s serious expression. "Let’s kiss more before you go back."

The Saintess pressed her lips again onto Mel’s, leaning them back onto the mattress.

Mel pulled Maria further into the kiss with her freed hand, her heart swelled with gratitude and desire.

She paused, pondering how Maria might ’reward’ her further, before whimpering softly against the kiss.

A devilish idea stirred within her, a spark that promised to turn the game even more enticing.

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