Witch Taming System-Chapter 14: Brat Correction [3]
"Then let’s be lovers from now on!"
"Wait—"
Before he could finish, she leaned forward again.
Her hands slid up to cup his face, pulling him down as she pressed her lips to his. When his teeth remained closed, she let out a hum against his mouth.
Then, her fingers began tickling along the sensitive skin of his ears. The unexpected sensation made him gasp involuntarily. Ishtar took the opening and slipped her moist tongue past his lips, sliding against his own.
"Mmph!"
The wet heat of her kiss was overwhelmingly intimate. Her saliva tasted like a bright, intoxicating burst of orange.
Added the floral scent of her perfume, which seemed to pour off her skin and wrap around him, the scent alone was enough to pull the blood southward until his pants stretched tightly over his sudden erection.
"Mmph!"
He jerked back, trying to reclaim some space, but Ishtar only tightened her hold. Her nails dug into his nape, and she pulled him forward again, deeper into her mouth.
She sealed their lips together more firmly. The wet sounds of their mouths filled the cramped and hot changing room.
’Ah, fuck it!’
Lancel finally gave in.
The taste of her tongue, the press of her small, soft body against his, the way she refused to let him retreat. Urge took over completely.
Lancel turned and pinned her back against the wall with the solid weight of his chest. Ishtar let out a pleased little sound against his lips but made no move to stop him.
"Hehe~"
She arched into the pressure and offered more of herself as he crowded her in. His hand found the back of her thigh and raised. Her leg came up willingly in his grip, and she hooked it around his hip.
The motion dragged her skirt higher, baring the smooth milky expanse of her thighs.
Ishtar was small overall, and her breasts pressed modestly against him through their clothes. Yet the gentle curve of them combined with everything else was more than enough.
The satin glide of her inner thigh against his hip, the rapid flutter of her pulse under his thumb, the way her body fit so perfectly against his, all of it drove straight to his arousal until he throbbed painfully against the confines of his pants.
Lancel didn’t hold back anymore. He kissed her harder and plunged his tongue deep to tangle with her’s. One hand stayed locked around the back of her raised thigh to caress the warm skin there.
His other hand crawled up her side, tracing the delicate curve of her ribs until his palms found the soft underside of her small breast through the thin fabric of her top.
"Mnh~"
Ishtar moaned low into his mouth at the contact. She tried to pull back then, pushing his chest slightly.
"Ah, wait. Assistant Lancel. I didn’t tell you to—"
But Lancel only kissed her deeper, swallowing the rest of her words.
How the tables have turned.
The hesitation that had held him back earlier had been burned away by the insistent throb between his legs.
He rocked his hips forward in a slow grind, letting the rigid bulge straining against his pants press against the damp heat hidden beneath her skirt.
The thin fabric of her panties did nothing to dull the sensation. If anything, it made every roll of his hips feel more obscene as he dragged himself along the soft cleft of her through the layers.
Lancel couldn’t help it. Lust had taken complete control, drowning out every sense of reasoning until nothing remained but to satisfy the need pulsing through him.
And toward a witch, no less.
Yet what was he supposed to do?
He was a healthy adult male who had spent nearly every day drowning in the habit of release with Angelica, conditioned to the point that holding back felt almost unnatural.
The fact that he had managed to regain any semblance of control at all after escaping still surprised him.
But now, with Ishtar sandwiched between him and the wall like this, that control had broken off completely.
The feeling of her moist, warm heat seeping through her soaked panties and into the fabric of his pants was overwhelming.
Every grind pressed the swollen head of his bulge right against the slick outline of her entrance. The pressure built up, and the damp cotton slid against the sensitive underside of his shaft, while the rigid outline of him fit perfectly into the soft valley between her lips.
"Nnh~ Anh~!"
Each forward roll dragged the length of him upward, stopping briefly against the swollen nub of her clit before sliding back down to nudge insistently at her opening again.
The fabric grew wetter with every pass. Her arousal soaked through until it darkened the front of his pants and left him throbbing harder. The confined ache inside his trousers was turning almost painful in its intensity.
"Haa..."
He groaned against her mouth as another grind sent fresh heat spiking through his groin. The way her small body trembled against the wall made rational thought feel nearly nonexistent.
"Mmh~!"
Ishtar couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her throat. The next one came louder when he angled his hips just right and grinded harder, rubbing the thick outline of his cock directly over her clit through the soaked cotton.
Ishtar tried to pull away again with her weak hands against his shoulders, but her body betrayed her. Her raised leg tightened around his hip and pulled him closer even as her lips parted on another shaky whimper.
"Lancel... wait... I feel strange—Ah!"
Then she broke.
A sharp cry escaped her lips right against his mouth as her climax hit all of a sudden. Her raised leg locked tight around his waist while her hips bucked forward helplessly.
Squirt——
Wet heat gushed and soaked through what remained of her panties and dripped down the inside of her thighs, coating his pants in the process.
"Haa..."
Her small body went limp in his arms at once, slumping against the wall while he held her upright with the hand still clamped beneath her thigh and the other braced against the wall beside her head.
Lancel slowed his movements but didn’t stop entirely. He kept grinding against her soaked panties, drawing out the last of her orgasm while she whimpered into the crook of his neck.
Her head had fallen forward, and her forehead rested against his shoulder as her pupils grew hazy, the confidence from earlier completely gone.
Only then did Lancel seem to realize what he had just done and quickly pulled back.
For a moment, he simply stared at her.
Ishtar had slid down the wall and was now sitting on the floor with her back pressed against it, looking utterly spent.
And strangely enough, the sight stirred something unpleasantly satisfying inside him.
A witch. The very kind of person he had hated for so long.
Yet here she was, reduced to this dazed state because of him. The brat who had been provoking him since the moment they met now looked completely overwhelmed.
That thought alone made his erection even harder.
"...."
Lancel reached forward on instinct.
But before he could do anything else, Ishtar raised a weak hand.
"I... told you to stop..."
"Ah... Ishtar..."
"Just pick something and go..."
Lancel swallowed deeply. The reality of his actions had finally settled in his mind.
He had laid a hand on an apprentice witch. And not just any apprentice witch. The Grand Witch’s cousin.
If she said even a word about this, his life would be over.
He was fucked.
’...What’s this?’
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[Active Contracts:]
➤ Ishtar Prelati
[Bond Level : 1]
∎ Bond Progress : 13% / 100%
[Contract Bonus]
∎ Resistance +10%
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Another contract had been formed.
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➤ Ishtar Prelati
[Unlocked Spells:]
∎ Starstream
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