When the Witch is Imprinted

Seeing Luce hanging her tears heated him up and immediately made him erect to his limit as he was spilling clear fluids.

“Ha, even your crying face is pretty.”

Carlyle, who muttered a sigh, climbed on top of Luce's body in an instant and took control of her delicate body. Like Luce of that day, her voice was chapped, as if she had been very drunk and was looked like a mess. With hot lips, he wiped tears from Luce’s cheeks, and his red eyes were bloodshot red like her hair because he could not withstand the excitement.

This was his limit.

“Ah!”

"Whooo……”

After confirming that each other's genitals were interconnected, Carlyle’s cock took root in Luce at once. As the narrow and warm insides clung to him tightly, he let his a breath that melted away.

“It’s narrow…….”

As he slowly pulled his cock out and back into the root, Luce's nails dug into his back with a sob. The nails pressing into his flesh might hurt, but instead of frowning, Carlyle licked his lips as if loving the cat-like behavior of Luce.

Puck!

"Ah!"

The pain felt in his back deepened as he slowly began to pound her inner walls, completely overlapping her body.

"Does it hurt?"

“Hnnng…….”

He wondered if he was overdoing it, so Carlyle stopped moving, hugged Luce, who was still trembling, and gently kissed her as if he was dealing with fragile glass. When he put his tongue in her open gap, Luce's soft flesh, which could not escape, was caught by him and dragged around.

The more he pounded his back while invading her with his tongue and warm mouth, Luce felt like her whole body was being covered by Carlyle.

“Hnng.”

“Kut!”

As Luce tightened herself involuntarily at the chilling sensation of her ceiling mouth being licked, Carlyle let out a rough breath and shoved an angry cock into Luce with a rough expression as if he couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Anng, ah……!”

“How much…… I wanted to thrust into you.”

He just didn't show it as much in front of the frightened Luce as possible, but he has been suffering from heat during the time he lost Luce.

“Keuk, damn……. this feels so good.”

If he could, he didn't want to get out of her insides for the rest of his life. Carlyle softly kissed her cheeks as if to mark Luce as his. As soon as the soft skin touched, a bright energy spread throughout Luce. The heat seemed to be the eternal imprint he described, and Luce closed her eyes slowly, realizing that she was already intertwined with Carlyle. (Luce describes being in “one boat” with Carlyle- meaning that they are now stuck together for life like being in the sea on one boat).

“I’ll give you all the good things I have.”

Carlyle murmured obsessively in her burning ear once more, in case she might run away.

“I will feed you until you are full and put you to sleep for the rest of your life.”

“Ugh……!”

As he lightly thrusted his back, Luce felt a weak orgasm and sobbed.

“Hnng! Ah……!”

In the midst of being crushed with his movements, all the futures he whispered were just unrealistic.

In the distant past, when her family was full of happiness, Luce used to wish to build a good family just like her parents. However, contrary to her mother's wish that her beloved father would also embrace the fact that she was a witch, the moment her mother confessed everything, her family's peace and young Luce's dreams were completely shattered. Since then, Luce had been quietly buried in loneliness where she had to hide her true form and live away from people's eyes until the she died. Of course, she knew that it was the best and the right choice.

‘But he…….'

A person who loves only one person for the rest of his life. And she and himself were bound by companionship.

“So stay with me.”

Carlyle constantly kissed and courted her despite the fact that she was a witch.

“……!”

And at that moment, Luce felt that something that she had been suppressing within her all along was cut off.

"Ruby?"

“I, I am not guilty of anything.”

Hot tears ran down her cheeks. Luce’s shoulders trembled and she wept bitterly.

“Ruby, don’t cry.”

“Heuk, heuk.”

The way he clumsily comforted her made her even more emotional. Luce clung to Carlyle, feeling like a spoiled child.

"I'm not, heuk, an evil black witch, I’m telling you."

“No one can say that in front of you anymore. I will not let anyone go if they do so."

Carlyle said, wiping the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“You are just Ruby. My wife Ruby. The hostess of the Winningtons.”

He whispered with a friendly gesture. Luce's ears, who had been quietly listening to those words, turned red.

“…… My name.”

"Yes?"

“Not Ruby, but Luce…….”

Luce?

“Aha, even the name was a lie.”

“…….”

You deceived me very well with this little head.

Rather, Carlyle smiled lightly as if that Luce was cute, and stabbed her at the part where she felt the most.

"Ah!"

“Luce.”

It had been a long time since she had been called that name. It was the first time since grandmother died. That someone called her name, or that she had told someone her name.

“Luce.”

"Car……lyle.”

“Keuk.”

They had only exchanged names together, but a sense of ejaculation was felt. Carlyle picked up the speed with only her in his eyes. As if to announce the climax, a blue vein stood out in the arm that locked Luce up.

Where they were connected, there was a sticky white bubble every time the penis came in and out, and the sound of friction pushed each other to their peak.

"Aah……!”

Luce, who had reached the climax, trembled as she felt the traces of Carlyle pouring into her with a passionate moan.

“Haa.”

Carlyle took a hot breath and slowly pulled out his penis that she was biting onto. If Luce had accepted him completely, she would now be with him as his companion until the day of his death. And Carlyle was convinced that he had squeezed into Luce's heart. This was because as soon as they looked into each other's eyes by calling each other's names, they felt the communication that was allowed only to their partners.

Luce is really my wife. The unbearable excitement stood up as if Carlyle's cock had never lost its strength.

“Carlyle……?”

“Haa, Luce.”

His urgent hand was directed towards Luce's white leg. His penis was already upright enough to be inserted immediately.

It was a surprise to Luce, who had not yet recovered from the aftermath of her climax. She has become so drowsy with just one love affair, but he was doing it again.

Puck

“Hnng.”

The resounding echoes of the vulva being piercing without mercy was felt deeply.

“Eung, anng!”

“Luce, I love you.”

A witch with many secrets and a lonely wolf. Their cozy night, which went round and round, had just begun.

**In the ebook version, there is an image of their sex scene, if you want to see it, please buy the novel on Ridi!**