Witch of the Ruins (7)
I slowly approached Adelaide. Her gaze trailed from my toes upward. Wariness, disgust, and just a faint trace of fear. Those eyes, swirling with every negative emotion imaginable, were utterly delightful.
Circulating my mana, I made the shadows binding her arms writhe and then slither away, coiling down to her ankles instead.
“Ugh…!”
Adelaide lost her balance and nearly toppled to the floor. But the shadows didn’t release her entirely. They wrapped tightly around her ankles, forcing her legs apart and locking them in place. An M-shaped spread, perfect for inducing shame.
“W-what the hell are you doing…?!”
“Huh? Can’t you tell? If you can’t figure it out, just sit tight. I’ll make you feel good, knight.”
Her upper body was free now, but with her legs splayed and fixed, she couldn’t budge an inch. A mere scrap of thin fabric barely covered her most vital spots, leaving her utterly defenseless. Adelaide in nothing but white panties was breathtaking on her own. Vulgarly put, a total babe.
I squatted down in front of her and peered into her face.
“Nice expression. What would your subordinates say if they saw their vice-captain like this?”
“Shut up…! Kill me! Just kill me!”
“Killing you would be boring. Besides, you’re mine now.”
I extended a slender finger and traced the inside of her thigh. Firm muscle, honed by relentless effort. The sight of those legs—spread wide before me, exposing her most private parts—stirred a twisted sense of conquest. She strained desperately to close them, but the shadows held firm. With her mana sealed, she was no different from any strong adult woman.
“Relax. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“…! Don’t touch me!”
Pretending concern, I placed my palm over her panties. Damp. Fear? Lingering pain from before? Or arousal from moments ago? I couldn’t tell, but the thin cloth transmitted a lukewarm wetness.
She tried to rise and shove me away. I casually kicked her shoulder, slamming her back against the wall. Thud. Her head snapped back with a pained groan.
In the meantime, I stood and hiked up the skirt of my haphazardly donned dress. Swish. Nothing underneath. Adelaide’s eyes widened at the sight of my bare white skin. She looked flustered, unsure where to direct her gaze.
“Alright, meal time’s over. Time for dessert?”
“You…! Have you no shame—?!”
“Shame? For who? You?”
I smirked and stepped closer. My crotch aligned perfectly with her face. She tried to turn away, but I used a shadow to pin her head in place.
“Look closely. This is your dessert from now on. What do you think?”
“…Ngh.”
I pressed right up to her face, my thighs nearly brushing her nose. Her ragged breaths tickled my skin, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine from my most sensitive spot.
“Hah…”
A soft moan escaped me unbidden. Cool air on my sensitive folds. And beneath me, Adelaide’s humiliated expression gazing up. The whole scene aroused me—the trembling in her eyes, her beautiful face, her flushed ears. All of it.
“Dirty… Get it away…!”
“Dirty? Hn… Let’s check. Clean it up for me. With your tongue.”
“…What?”
“You heard me. Lick.”
“You crazy bitch! Never! I’d rather bite my tongue and die—!”
Adelaide recoiled in horror, shaking her head furiously—only to be stopped by the shadow. It was the reaction I’d expected. A noble knight licking the body of a witch she despised? She’d hate it more than death.
But that’s exactly why I wanted her to do it. Forcing her to do what she loathed. The depravity of it was irresistible.
“Bite your tongue? Hmm, not a bad idea. Go ahead. But… what happens to your subordinates if you die?”
“…!”
“I stuck shadows on those knights who ran. Snap my fingers, and… boom. Heads explode.”
Her movements froze. Her one remaining weakness: her escaped men. Of course, they’d been dead for ages. But she had no way of knowing.
“Damn it…!”
“If you behave, I might let them live. Deal?”
Pure bullshit, of course. But to her right now, it must’ve looked like a lifeline. Her eyes wavered, emotions flashing through them.
“Cowardly… bitch…”
“Thanks for the compliment. So, your choice. Will you, or won’t you?”
I leaned in closer. Our lips nearly touched. Her hot breath directly stimulated my folds, sending jolts of pleasure through my lower body. Soon. I wanted it now.
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trembling. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. And slowly, ever so slowly, parted her lips.
Surrender.
I smiled sweetly and lowered my hips. Her lips met my skin. Soft and warm. At first, tentative brushes.
“Stick out your tongue. Do it properly.”
Grabbing her hair, I murmured. She shuddered, then cautiously extended the tip of her tongue. The red flesh grazed my clit.
“Hnng…”
A electric spark shot through me. My hips bucked involuntarily. Eyes closed, she obeyed against her will, licking gently upward. It felt incredible.
“Hnn… Yeah, like that. More… Ah.”
Her tongue delved into my slit. Sticky fluids seeped out; she wrinkled her nose in disgust but didn’t stop. The threat had worked.
Slurp, smack…
“Ah… You’re good, hn… Haa… Yeah. Doing great, Adelaide…”
My praise—more mockery—seemed to rile her. Her tongue grew rougher. The textured surface rasping my clit flashed my mind white.
Slurrrp, smooch…
“Hnnng…!”
Fuck, it was too good. Insane. My legs quivered, pressing her face harder. But it wasn’t quite enough. One-sided pleasure felt unfair.
I glanced down through hazy vision. She was still focused on me, legs splayed in M-shape. The mound bulging under her white panties.
I slid one supporting leg between her thighs.
“Mmph?!”
“Ah, don’t stop… Keep going.”
I pressed my big toe firmly against her panties.
“Hngh!”
“Oh? …You’re soaked here?”
Dampness seeped onto my toe. It looked dry, but her panties were drenched in her arousal. I wiggled it, shoving the fabric aside. Thin cloth shifted, exposing her red inner flesh.
She mumbled something, mouth full, but it came out muffled. The vibration made my hips twitch. Ignoring it, I wedged my toe between her folds. Hot and slick.
“…So this is what a knight’s pussy looks like… Cute, hn.”
“Mmmph! Mph! Mmm…!”
I rubbed her clit gently. The pea-sized nub was rock-hard. She thrashed her head wildly—pleasure and shame warring on her face. Her tongue plunged into me in retaliation. I nearly lost my balance from the unintended thrust.
“Haak…! Yeah, like that… Ah.”
I pressed harder with my foot. My smooth toe scraped her sensitive mucosa lightly. She jolted. Tried to clamp her legs, but the shadows held; her thighs just trembled.
“Hah, pretending to hate it while your body’s honest. So much wetness…”
Squelch, squish. Lewd sounds accompanied each movement. Her fluids dripped down my toe. Savoring it, I pushed deeper, tapping her entrance. In revenge, her tongue lashed fiercer.
Smack, slurrrp… Hnng…
“Ah… You’re really good…? Knights… hn, excel at… fucking, huh?”
“Mmmph! Nghk!”
“Want me… to put it in…? Hm…? My toe… inside you?”
“Uuu… Mmm…”
Unclear if denial or plea. Grinning wickedly, I shoved my big toe into her entrance. Tight. Virgin hole clamping down hard. Shaking my leg to stimulate her walls, her body convulsed. Suction in her mouth intensified.
“Hah… Bite, and you know what happens. Everyone dies. Gently, softly… okay…?”
Stroking her hair soothingly, I mercilessly worked my toe. In, out. Scrape, press.
“How’s it feel…? A knight… hn, sucking the enemy’s toe with her pussy… licking enemy pussy…?”
“Hnnng…!”
Reason flickered in her eyes, but another thrust blurred it again.
Slurp, slurp. Squelch, squish.
Squelching from her mouth and below filled the basement. Her breaths grew ragged, hyperventilating, scorching my wetness.
I was nearing my limit too. Her technique was clumsy, but the desperation and sheer perversion drove me wild.
“Haa, haat…! There, keep going there… Don’t stop…”
A needy whine escaped me. Almost.
I jammed my toe deep and pinched her clit.
“Mmmmmmph—!”
Her eyes rolled back. Hips arched backward. Her walls spasmed wildly around my toe.
Climax imminent for me too. Gripping her head, I yanked it deep—my clit filling her mouth.
“Haaang…! Nngh, hnnng—!”
Vision flashed. Pleasure crashed over me; I screamed silently. Fluids gushed, flooding her mouth. Simultaneously, her lower body clenched my toe, hot liquid soaking my foot.
We stayed locked like that for ages. Only harsh pants echoed.
Relaxing my legs, she collapsed face-down, coughing violently.
“Pwah…! Cough, cough—!”
Our mixed fluids strung from her lips. Face flushed crimson, eyes unfocused. Below was a mess—her hole gaping, thighs slick.
Sweeping back sweat-damp hair, I looked down. Beautiful. Utterly exquisite.
“Huu… ‘Thanks for the meal,’ right?”
“…Just kill me…”
I lifted her chin with my foot, smeared with her fluids. She stared up blankly.
It was perfect.
Utterly perfect.