The Vulnerable Depths of a Witch
"Mmph... Haaah... Mmmph... Chuu..."
Carmel, who had been reacting violently to the Tentacle Patch, fell silent the moment I kissed her. It was only natural, considering her mouth was physically blocked. But I couldn't let a lowly creature like that dominate Carmel's pleasure.
I caressed the inside of Carmel's mouth and her tongue with a ferocity that rivaled the madly thrashing tentacles. Right now, Carmel's breasts and mine were pressed flat against each other. Through the contact point of the patch, I could faintly feel the squirming of the tentacles. A vague sensation of pleasure brushed against my own nipples. The stimulation Carmel was experiencing must be hundreds of times more intense than this.
I violated her mouth with even greater fervor. Since she couldn't make a sound, the unreleased stimulation seemed to rebound deep inside her, creating a resonant echo of ecstasy. Thus, Carmel shuddered violently in my arms, repeatedly losing herself to orgasm. I had lost count of how many times she had crossed the threshold.
When I finally ended the kiss and pulled my lips away, Carmel's face was completely melted with pleasure. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes. The Tentacle Patch was still squirming actively. Letting out a whimpering whine like a babbling infant, she plunged once more into a deep, overwhelming climax.
"Ngh... Ah, hah... My breasts, ah...! My nipples, ah... haah...! Again, ah...!"
Ultimately, the tears pooling in her eyes spilled over, tracing wet paths down her cheeks. Watching Carmel gasp and struggle under the weight of uncontrollable pleasure, I felt an irrepressible surge of sadistic delight. Half-reclined over the arm of the sofa, Carmel squirted, spraying her fluids as she came. Her empty, dripping slit pulsed and gaped, opening and closing as if swallowing an invisible cock, exposing her pink interior. And so, Carmel's non-stop climax show continued.
I didn't just stand by as a mere spectator. I intervened multiple times, kissing her deeply to "cheer on" her struggles. It took less than an hour for the Tentacle Patch to finally plop off. That was faster than I expected. Perhaps some component in the wine had proven toxic to the tentacles.
The tentacles of the patch that had fallen beside the sofa had stretched out incredibly long, though they remained as thin as before. It was a different reaction from when I used it on Juliana. Having been tormented by the tentacles for so long, Carmel's nipples were swollen large and taut, visibly hypersensitive. I leaned down toward her chest and took one of those swollen peaks into my mouth.
"Hee-uuut...!"
A faint aroma of wine wafted from her. I was weak to alcohol, but I quite liked this scent. The engorged nipple was perfect for sucking.
"Hngh... No...! Ah... If you suck there right now... ah, hngh... mmmgh...! Sera...!"
Carmel writhed in a desperate struggle against the pleasure. Then, using both arms, she shoved me away with all her might.
"Stop...!"
Startled by the unexpected resistance, I stumbled backward. Carmel froze in her pushing posture, her eyes wide with shock.
"...Mother."
Carmel seemed just as shocked as I was. It appeared to have been an unconscious, instinctive reaction. In a voice trembling with guilt, she stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Sera... I didn't mean to... I-I really... it wasn't intentional..."
If she failed to complete this transaction, Carmel would either have to apologize to Moot despite having done nothing wrong, or her Mistylia curse would be exposed, leading to her absolute ruin. At least, that was the narrative we had established. For Carmel, she had to do everything in her power to avoid displeasing me. Seeing her tremble in fear aroused me slightly. However, I deliberately maintained a cold expression and looked down at her.
"I-I won't do it again... No matter what you do to me... I-I'll stay quiet and take it... Just this once... please forgive me, okay? I-I'll be good..."
"Very well. I shall overlook it this once as a mistake."
At my icy tone, Carmel seemed to oscillate between relief and anxiety. I pointed toward the armrest of the sofa and commanded, "Lie face down, draping yourself over that."
"I understand..."
Carmel meekly moved to the edge of the sofa as bidden. Draped over the armrest, her hips were thrust out prominently. Though the purpose of this posture was glaringly obvious, she obeyed without a single word of complaint. Her demeanor betrayed an anxious restlessness, terrified that I might still be genuinely angry. She was already in no position to utter empty boasts about never submitting.
Climbing onto the sofa, I grabbed the flesh of Carmel's buttocks and pulled them wide apart.
"...Ngh..."
The two most shameful parts of a woman's body. Exposing both of them simultaneously must have brought no small amount of humiliation. Yet, aside from a slight flinch and a nervous twitch of her toes, Carmel remained perfectly still. She seemed resolved to endure whatever I did to her. Though she did appear anxious, likely recalling the terrifying vibrations of that monstrous dildo.
But it wasn't that toy's turn just yet. I buried my face between her parted cheeks and pressed my tongue against Carmel's anus.
"Hih...!"
A strange, breathless gasp escaped her from the armrest. A series of confused groans followed, as if she couldn't comprehend the meaning of my actions.
"Hyeh... ngh...? W-Why... hih, hih... a place like that... hyeaaak... ngh, mmmgh..."
Yet, Carmel didn't dare even pretend to resist. Instead, she merely let out a succession of flustered, ragged breaths—sounds the proud Queen Carmel would never normally make.
I had always wanted to toy with this particular opening of hers. It was a desire I'd harbored ever since I first laid hands on Carmel's hips during our wedding ceremony. I didn't find it dirty in the slightest. She had bathed right before coming here, and above all, this was the body of the woman I loved. Making wet, filthy sounds with my tongue, I meticulously licked Carmel's anus, thoroughly cleaning every single fold.
It was quite a peculiar sensation. In the act of anilingus, it wasn't entirely clear who held the upper hand or who was subjected to greater shame—the one licking or the one being licked. Of course, I could lick Carmel's anus without a shred of embarrassment, guided solely by my desires. But from her perspective, Carmel must be feeling an extreme sense of humiliation and shame. To have her backside licked by the current princess and future ruler of this kingdom... You should consider this a grand honor, Carmel.
After licking her there until I was thoroughly satisfied, I pulled my mouth away. At some point, a different quality had crept into Carmel's breathing.
"Haah, haah..."
Though shame still dominated her emotions, this was undeniably the breath of arousal. As her forbidden place was licked, Carmel was experiencing excitement alongside her bewilderment.
As if trying to deny that reality, Carmel turned her head, looking at me with tear-filled eyes. "...Y-You pervert... T-This is insane... How could you..."
It seemed that anal play was highly taboo in this world. Even though both Carmel and Juliana were individuals who had strayed far from conventional morality, they still seemed to view this act as something strictly forbidden.
But regardless of that, Carmel seemed to have quite a talent for it, judging by her reaction just now. In that case, she would surely be able to endure this as well. I picked up the last Tentacle Patch resting on the table and poured wine over it. As she watched me, her hips still thrust out, a shadow of sheer terror spread across Carmel's face.
"Sera... wait... surely you don't mean..."
"Yes, your guess is entirely correct. I plan to attach it to your anus. Fufu, would you mind parting your cheeks yourself to make it easier to apply?"
Just moments ago, the Tentacle Patch on her breasts had driven Carmel to consecutive, relentless orgasms. Pushed to her absolute limit, she had even dared to lay hands on me. If such a device were attached to her unaccustomed anus... Imagining the consequences, Carmel's face turned utterly pale.
"T-That... S-Sera, c-can't we do it somewhere else? A-Apply it to my breasts again... o-or use that fake phallus from earlier...! Please, anything but that..."
"I believe I told you that I would only overlook your mistake once."
Hearing my cold voice, Carmel's will to resist seemed to evaporate in an instant, even though her aversion to having her anus targeted remained as strong as ever.
I commanded in a firm, unyielding voice. "Spread them, Mother."
"...Ugh..."
With violently trembling hands, Carmel parted her own buttocks. Onto her anus, which was still wet with my saliva, I carefully applied the Tentacle Patch, pressing it down with my fingers to ensure there were no gaps. Awakened by the wine, the microscopic tentacles were already preparing to run wild in this new territory.
"...Ah, ah-ngh... Hik!"
Carmel's soft hips shuddered. The squirming bases of the tentacles indirectly conveyed the scene of violation unfolding beneath them. Taking up a perfect viewing position, I leisurely gazed at Carmel's rear. Unlike her rear opening, which was completely sealed by the tightly adhering Tentacle Patch, Carmel's pussy was overflowing with fluids.
"W-Wait... they're crawling in... inside... ngh...! S-Sera... they're so long... ngh... those long, thin things... crawling up my stomach... S-Sera...! Th-this, this is scary...!"
The terror of having her body invaded by something so foreign made Carmel incredibly honest. Her frightened state was utterly adorable. I spoke in a gentle, soothing voice. "It's alright, Mother. I'm right here beside you."
I placed my hand on Carmel's raised hips and began to stroke them slowly. Gently, as if comforting a crying child. It felt as though our roles as mother and daughter had been completely reversed.
"Haah, hngh... This kind of thing, ngh, is weird... haah, ngh... Why through this hole... hngh... This isn't meant for that..."
Why? Because it was common knowledge that a villainess's weakest point was always her anus. Even the witch Carmel, who had been practically invincible in the original novel, surely had this as her ultimate vulnerability. Watching Carmel have her greatest weakness—the villainess's vital spot—thoroughly exploited, I squeezed her incredibly soft buttocks with all my might. In response, Carmel let out a delicious groan, a perfect cocktail of pleasure, anxiety, shame, and fear of the unknown that suited my tastes to perfection.