When the Witch is Imprinted

“What is this, madam?”

“Confession. I researched a new potion.”

“If it’s confession……?”

Luce, who was seated on Carlyle’s lap, gave him a glass bottle and an instruction manual that she had carried in her arms, and entrusted herself to his greedy embrace.

Carlyle scanned the written text quickly. As his gaze moved closer to the end of the paper, his face was surprised. If all of this is true, then his clever witch has created something truly amazing.

“I’ve tried drinking it myself, and I don’t think there are any major side effects physically.”

“Leave that to me. What if it is dangerous?”

Really, Carlyle. He didn’t have to worry about that.

Luce had slowly overcome Carlyle's growing overprotectiveness, and spoke wittyly with an excited expression.

“With this, we will be able to identify the real culprit from among the suspects held in prison.”

“Is this the reason you have been busy lately?”

Recently, a violent incident occurred in the territory and it was noisy. For some reason, since she heard the news, it seemed like she was only looking at herbs, but she had been such a cute thing. Although he was a little jealous, it was true that her potion would help a lot.

Peck. Carlyle kissed Luce's round forehead and waved a small vial.

“I have a really good wife. Thank you, Luce.”

“…… Not at all."

“Why are you embarrassed of doing something amazing?”

“Ah, Carlyle……!”

He showed affection by licking Luce with his soft lips, as if he was making fun of his still shy wife.

“My ruby.”

“Oh, don’t make fun of me……!”

‘Ruby’ was Luce’s nickname after the reunion, and every time Carlyle called her that way, Luce remembered the past when she had deceived him for nothing, and her face would get red.

“What, you look similar?” (He’s jokingly saying that Luce looks like a ruby)

Each time, though, Carlyle pretended not to know.

Finally, when he stamped her lips tightly and breathed satisfactorily, Luce, who was leaning against his broad chest and listening to his steady heartbeat, said, while rubbing her face against his chest without realizing it.

"I missed you."

“……!”

"Ack!"

That's right, I'm on the confession pill...…?

It's been a while since she spent time with him, so she forgot about her condition. Luce bit her lips in embarrassment that rushed in like a wave.

“Luce, what did you just say…….”

She, who usually refrained from expressing affection, was noticeably happy with her rare appearance, but soon realized that the cause was due to a magic potion in his hand.

“Did you miss me?”

“……Don’t make fun of me.”

“Hmm.”

Carlyle, who was staring at the glass bottle and Luce alternately, pulled his mouth shut and opened the lid as if he had an interesting thought.

“Car, Carlyle?!”

He emptied the bottle in an instant, licked his wet lips with his tongue, and then lifted Luce in an embrace and headed for the door leading to the bedroom.

“Why, why to the bedroom…….”

“I want to put it in my wife’s hole right now.”

“……!”

In addition, Carlyle poured out indecent words into Luce's ear without changing his expression.

“Carlyle!”

“Luce, there is no need to be shy. Should I tell you more about how you massaged my penis at the inn?”

"Please……!”

“Aren’t you going to touch me like that anymore? It felt good.”

Luce, whose face was ripe like a tomato, glared at Carlyle, who was overly mischievous today.

"Sorry. The confession effect is amazing, Luce.”

But rather, he's blatantly making excuses for drugs and shrugging his shoulders.

'You have to wait at least 3 minutes for the effect to take effect...…!’

“Hnng!”

However, Luce's objection was completely swallowed up with a moan.

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"Eung."

Luce laid down on the bed, completely exhausted. It has been a while since they had intercourse together but she was even more exhausted from the aftermath of her climax.

“How many hours have passed?”

Luce mumbled with a face that looked like she was about to fall asleep.

“If we continue like this, then we might have a child just like Marie said…….”

Carlyle's hand, which was caressing her chest, stopped at her words which she said without a lot of meaning.

“Do you want to have a child?”

"Ah."

Luce, who belatedly noticed that there was a misunderstanding in what she said, looked lost in thought and did not readily give an answer.

“……what about Carlyle?”

“If you like it, I like it too.”

Child, a child. Perhaps between him and her, their offspring was most likely going to be a beast who resembled Carlyle or a witch like her. She had never dreamed of a child before, but if a child resembling him is born in a castle with such good people...….

nod. Luce's body, which still had the effect of the drug, was honest.

“Ah!”

“If my wife says so.”

At Luce's small affirmative gesture, Carlyle without hesitation raised her leg and thrusted his erect cock in.

“Carlyle……!”

“Are you surprised? I have to spit seeds deep in here to have children.”

Puck, puck! Carlyle, who said mischievously, quickly thrusted.

“Keuk……!”

“Ahng!”

Puck! As his patience slowly reached the limit, Carlyle vomited deeply the semen he had been holding back to the deep end and injected semen into her. He then sprinkled kisses onto Luce’s face as she tightly hugged his body with her sweating body.

“Heut! Ca, Carlyle...…?”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Something was different from usual. Luce was about to relax after her climax but felt a strange change in her body in an instant and trembled.

It felt like the inner walls of her vagina, which surrounded the thick penis, was being squeezed by something hard and was opening up abnormally.

"Ah, Ahhh…….”

The pain that came to her was terrible, but a sensation so strong that she couldn't even speak out of the pain came over her body. Luce's red eyes were so terrified that she was about to shed her tears at any moment.

“Carlyle, Carl…….”

Luce, not knowing what to do, barely called out his name and swallowed her tears. It was as if the entire lower abdomen was being torn apart inside the limitless opening.

And it was all his fault. His penis, which was filling up inside her, was getting bigger and bigger with no sign of stopping, regardless of Luce's pain. It was so unbearable that small drops of blood that had already flowed out of his already parched skin, where she had her nails pierced.

“Keuk, Luce……. I’m sorry."

Judging by his crumpled impression, it was self-evident that this time was also difficult for him. Carlyle warmed her up and comforted her, who was struggling with pain with his kind tone, even though her hand that was hurting him would be stinging.

“Carlyle, it, it hurts…… I can't, can’t do it any more...…ha...….”

“If I move carelessly, you could get hurt.”

Just hold on a little longer, just a little bit. No matter how much she pleaded and struggled to escape, Carlyle did not budge. He, too, was about to die of suffering.

It was a necessary process for conception due to the nature of Suin, but she was having such a hard time. Carlyle looked at Luce who was already weak struggling and bit his lips in order to try and calm his tightening stomach.

“Luce…….”

After crying like that for a long time, Luce felt the pain that had been splitting her body gradually diminish. The body, which had opened up abnormally, also slowly returned to its proper size.

"Ha."

"It’s done. You did well to endure."

Carlyle, who managed to pull the subsided cock out of her wet pussy and hugged her gently as if he were dealing with a precious treasure.

“Luce, my ruby.”

Carlyle carefully covered her with a blanket, hoping she would be at least a little comfortable, and carefully kissed her as had suffered.

"I love you."

“…… Me too, Carl.”

As Luce heard that permeating voice that always made her heart pound, Luce dug into his comfortable arms. How much happier would I be if I had children. It wasn’t that she was not afraid of the changes that would come, but Luce believed that with him, she would be fine.

By his side that will never change. Luce happily closed her eyes today.

<When the Witch is Imprinted> The End.