Chapter 10: White Witch(4)[R-18]
Chapter 10: White Witch(4)[R-18]
Natasha sat on the bed, tears streaming down her face.
“Is… is my husband hurt because of me?”
“That’s not it… Sir Kerry is perfectly fine.”
“Then how can he be nowhere in the village? Unless he’s deliberately hiding… He must be hurt because of me and hiding it, right? Sob… sniffle…”
Natasha wept, searching for Kerry.
Lina had gone to find Kerry to let him know Natasha was awake, but he was nowhere to be found in the village.
His absence was causing Natasha to misunderstand the situation.
She was convinced he was injured because of her and was hiding it.
Watching Natasha’s tears fall, Lina was at a complete loss.
Even after regressing, she was still terrible at handling situations like this.
“My kind husband… he would definitely try to hide his injuries so I wouldn’t worry.”
“…That’s absolutely not what’s happening, Lady Natasha.”
No matter how much Lina tried to convince her it was a misunderstanding, Natasha wouldn’t listen. She just kept crying and calling for Kerry.
It was then that Lina vividly understood just how extraordinary Natasha’s feelings for Kerry were.
She could never have imagined that the woman known in her past life as the Red Madwoman could love someone so deeply.
Sir Kerry, where in the world are you and what are you doing…?
Every time she saw Natasha’s tears, Lina found herself desperately wishing for Kerry.
The White Witch writhed on the floor. The blow Kerry had landed on her solar plexus was excruciating. It felt as if all her internal organs were being twisted into knots.
She had never experienced such intense pain in her life. Of course, that was because the number of times the White Witch had ever felt pain could be counted on one hand.
“Hah… ugh…”
“You psychopathic bitch. You dare try to rape me? What the hell are all these tools? Just looking at them gives me the creeps. Ugh.”
Kerry grabbed a set of restraints from the White Witch’s toolbox and fastened them around her wrists.
As the restraints clicked shut, the White Witch’s eyes widened.
“Hah… hah… What… what do you intend to do to me…?”
“I’m going to do what you were going to do to me. No, wait. I misspoke. S&M isn’t my thing. You’re lucky. You’ll get to enjoy this the normal way.”
“…Do you truly believe I would permit such a thing!”
“Did you ask for my permission to do that shit to me? You’re the one who tried to rape me first. Besides, you said you’ve been starving for a hundred years, right? That a guy like me was cute?”
“S-Still, I refuse to do it like this!”
Kerry couldn’t understand her. One moment she was the aggressor, and the next she was refusing him.
“Why?”
“Penetrative sex is not to my taste!”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Well, being a masochist isn’t my thing either! Who in their right mind would want to have that crazy shit done to them?”
The White Witch mumbled, her voice trailing off.
“…There were some men who enjoyed it.”
“For fuck’s sake.”
Kerry decided to ignore the White Witch’s bullshit. With her arms bound, he climbed on top of her and began to take off his clothes.
His toned body was revealed without obstruction. His firm muscles and the small scars earned from real combat gave him a rugged, masculine appeal.
The White Witch watched him in silence. But when Kerry started to remove his pants, she couldn’t help but panic.
“A-Are you really going to do it?”
This was his revenge, and it would become a medal of honor for subjugating the archmage who had once made the continent tremble in fear.
“I am not yet mentally prepared…”
“You’ve lived for over a hundred years, what’s there to prepare for? Just do it.”
She must have been with countless men in all that time.
But that wasn’t true. It was Kerry’s misunderstanding.
The White Witch was a woman whose pride and standards were as high as her talent. She came from a prominent noble family, possessed innate magical genius, and had superior beauty.
She was the most desirable bride in the land.
But her high standards meant that few men could ever satisfy her, and she rarely found anyone who caught her eye.
Even as she grew older, no man ever seemed worthy, and not even her parents dared to pressure her into marriage.
At some point, she began to look down on all men. They were all inferior to her.
Perhaps because of that personality, her sexual tastes had also become peculiar. She came to enjoy subjugating men and reigning over them like a queen.
My… my first time… is being taken like this?
It was her precious first time, something she had saved and cherished because of her immense pride.
“W-Wait! Stop! I will grant you any other wish, but please, not this…”
Kerry didn’t stop. He continued to pull down his pants, revealing his massive cock.
It was an unusually impressive size.
“!”
The White Witch had seen a man’s genitals before, but this was astonishingly large.
His preparations complete, Kerry looked down at her and grinned.
He was imagining the bare skin beneath her elegant dress.
The White Witch had no time to stop him.
Kerry ripped her dress in half.
He’d chosen to do it because undressing her would have been a hassle with her hands tied, but the sight was truly spectacular.
The milky-white breasts and pink nipples revealed between the torn fabric of the beautiful white dress were more than he had expected.
“…Hnngh. You will not listen to me, will you? But please… do not be too rough.”
“Got some conscience left, huh? You’re not telling me to stop anymore?”
“…”
The White Witch bit her lip hard.
She was finally realizing her predicament. Kerry kneaded her breasts through the torn dress.
Her soft flesh yielded to his touch. He twisted and sucked on her nipples as he pleased.
Slurp—
“Haaah…”
How long had it been? The White Witch had been all alone in this place for a hundred years.
In fact, just speaking with another person today was the first time in a century, so that alone was a tremendous stimulus.
To have a man suckling her nipples on top of that was a sensation that was almost impossible for her to describe.
The White Witch’s face began to flush.
The cold, cruel mage was gone. In her place was only a shy maiden.
“N-Not there…!”
The hand that had been on her breast moved down below her skirt. The White Witch flinched in surprise, but there was no way she could resist.
Kerry tore away the cumbersome skirt. The White Witch was left in what looked like a slutty dress that exposed her breasts and cunt.
For some reason, the sight was even more arousing.
Kerry kissed her as he caressed her pink shell.
The White Witch kept her lips sealed as if in defiance, but when he forced her mouth open with one hand, she began to accept his kiss as if she had no other choice.
Schlurp— Shlick.
The wet sound of their tongues tangling echoed through the white bedroom.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The sound of Kerry’s fingers violating her cunt echoed as well.
What… what is this…?
A pleasure she hadn’t felt in a hundred years washed over her body. Every day here had been the same, like a hamster on a wheel.
She would gaze out the window she had created with her magic and exercise to maintain her beautiful figure.
She would eat and then sleep. That was her entire routine. There was no other stimulation.
The intense pleasure Kerry brought, appearing amidst a century of a stimulus-free existence, was more than enough to ignite the flames of her dormant libido.
Just the small movements of his fingers teasing her cunt sent endorphins flooding her brain, bringing waves of pleasure.
Am I… enjoying being forcibly violated by this man…?
It was something the White Witch’s pride could not accept. Men were beings to be subjugated.
No man could be superior to her, and no man could dominate her.
That reality was now crumbling.
I’m not enjoying this. This doesn’t feel good at all. It doesn’t feel good, I tell you!
Contrary to her thoughts, her cunt, violated by his fingers, began to gush with slickness.
The intense stimulation after a hundred years was making her head spin.
Besides, Kerry’s appearance was her type.
Not a scruffy, bearded medieval man, but a clean, soft-looking one.
And yet, his body was toned and scarred, overflowing with masculinity.
“Hoo. You’re really wet. You must have been starving.”
At his words, the White Witch’s face turned as red as a tomato.
“Alright, I’m putting it in now.”
“W-Wait!”
She was a virgin; she had no confidence she could handle something so large. But her pride wouldn’t let her admit it was her first time.
Kerry didn’t wait or show her any consideration. She wouldn’t have done so for him, after all.
Before the White Witch could say anything, the head of his cock began to push its way into her.
The unfamiliar sensation left her at a loss.
“Haaah…”
“What the. Why is it so tight? It can’t be your first time.”
“…”
“Don’t tell me it’s your first time.”
“…”
He found his answer in the way she looked away, her face beet red.
“Hmm… this is a huge surprise. Then again, even if you’ve lived over a hundred years, you’ve spent most of it alone in here, so I get it. Why didn’t you say so earlier? I would have been a little gentler.”
“…I am fine. Do as you please.”
She kept her pride up until the very end. But she had already been brought to the brink by his fingers alone.
Unlike before, Kerry moved his hips carefully. His cock slid smoothly into her pink cunt.
“Hnngh… Haahng…”
The White Witch clenched her teeth, trying to hold back her moans, but it was useless. The haughty demeanor she’d shown at first was long gone.
It hurts… It hurts so much… He’s too big…
The thought came to her unbidden. That was how it felt even when she was already slick with arousal from his foreplay.
“It’s all the way in.”
Just as Kerry said, the entire shaft of his cock was inside her. Along with the pain, she felt a sense of fullness that filled her completely.
“…Is it all in? It is so small I could not even tell something had entered. Hmph.”
“Oh yeah? But your cunt is squeezing me incredibly tight.”
“You bastard!”
She tried her best to act tough. Her pride was clearly immense. But the White Witch had been alone for a hundred years.
The intense pleasure that had suddenly found her was not something that could be endured with pride alone.
Kerry began to move his hips.
The pain was still there. The White Witch couldn’t understand why people enjoyed this. If this was it, she would have preferred her S&M play.
But that feeling was fleeting.
Amidst the pain, a faint pleasure, an orgasm, began to slowly bloom.
As Kerry’s hips gradually picked up speed, the orgasm grew more intense.
He thrust a little deeper each time. The sound of their groins slapping together echoed lewdly.
The White Witch felt the slapping sound and the sensation of flesh meeting flesh with startling clarity.
“Hah… hah… hah…”
Her breathing naturally grew ragged.
As her head tilted back on its own, a moan she couldn’t control erupted from deep within her throat.
“Haaah! Haaahng!”
She had no intention of moaning. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. She had planned to remain aloof, but now she found herself moaning and taking pleasure in it.
“I didn’t think you’d be a moaner… You like it that much?”
“I-I do not like it at all! Haaah!”
With every thrust, the White Witch’s breasts bounced. Kerry kneaded them as they swayed beautifully even while she was lying down.
Her cunt felt amazing, and her breasts were soft. The pink nipples on her snow-white skin were an especially breathtaking sight.
So this is how I lose the first time I’ve saved for so long.
She had never imagined things would turn out this way. But the feeling of loss was brief.
As the orgasm consumed her entire body, she gradually lost the capacity for thought.
Without realizing it, the White Witch wrapped her legs tightly around Kerry’s waist. She pulled him down by the neck and shared a kiss.
The intense stimulation, her first in a hundred years, was too sweet to refuse.
The two of them devoured each other like beasts. After thrusting into her for a while, Kerry lifted her up.
Then he roughly forced her to turn over.
The White Witch was now on all fours, her ass pushed high into the air. Between her peach-like buttocks, her pink shell was visible, dripping with slickness.
It was an impossible sight to resist.
Kerry plunged his cock inside and began to pump his hips. It felt like he was going even deeper from behind.
“Haaang! Too deep!”
The White Witch cried out involuntarily, but Kerry had no intention of stopping.
“You need to understand the position of the one on the receiving end.”
She didn’t know what he meant by that, but her body soon learned.
Kerry began to slap her ass with his palm.
Smack! Smack!
“Hnngh!”
It hurt. He slapped her white buttocks until they turned red. But as the pain focused all her senses on her ass, she could, strangely, feel his cock thrusting into her cunt even more vividly.
Amidst the pain, her orgasm grew larger.
“Haaah! Haang! Hnngh!”
As she was being pounded hard enough to shake the bed, the White Witch let out a loud, climactic moan.
“Haaaaaaahng!”
Kerry and the White Witch lay side by side on the bed. White semen dripped from her cunt.
The stormy lovemaking hadn't ended with just one round.
Kerry had come inside the White Witch several times before he was satisfied. She had turned away from him, covering her naked body with the blanket.
“…”
Post-coital clarity had set in.
They weren’t lovers who could chat affectionately, so there was nothing to say. Kerry just stared blankly at the ceiling.
She said it was her first time. Maybe I did it too much…
The White Witch’s pride was shattered. In the end, she had succumbed to pleasure, and after the first time, she had joyfully ridden a man whose name she didn’t even know.
It was more than enough to crush her lofty pride.
It wasn’t losing her virginity that made her sad, but the fact that she had surrendered to pleasure.
Was it because her desires had just been sated? Even this awkward silence began to feel sorrowful.
Tears she couldn’t remember the last time she’d shed began to trickle from the White Witch’s eyes.
Sniffle… sniffle…
“Hey… are you crying?”
“…I do not shed tears.”
“Then what was that sniffling sound? Let me see your face. Just for a second. Stop hiding.”
“I told you I’m not crying!”
“Hey… she’s really crying.”
It was an absurd moment, and he felt a pang of guilt.