giving the witch her sample

Alice had only just begun to sink into a coy little squat, dress already half-shed, when Aether’s hands closed in her hair.

He did not give her time to finish the descent or the smile. One sharp yank pulled her forward and onto his cock in a single motion; the head shoved past her lips and straight into her throat before she could even make a sound of greeting. The climax Beidou had been about to wring out of him — the one Alice had erased along with four entire women — tore loose at once. He slammed to the root and came in thick, heavy pulses straight down her throat, hips jerking, a low snarl leaving him as the denied orgasm finally had somewhere to go.

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(artist: miyu)

Alice took every drop in delighted compliance.

Her throat worked around him in smooth, practiced swallows, no gag, no struggle, only a happy little hum that vibrated along the shaft while he kept pumping. The moment the last pulse faded he did not pull out. He simply adjusted his grip, locked both hands in her hair, and started facefucking her in earnest. Short, brutal strokes that used her mouth and throat like a sleeve, chasing the faint, satisfying sense that he was finally putting the cheeky witch in her place. Her smart mouth — the one that rewrote coastlines and stole his partners mid-thrust — was occupied, stretched, and dripping, and for a few seconds that felt like enough.

It did not last.

Alice’s technique never broke. Even with her nose crushed against his pelvis and his cock punching the back of her throat on every stroke she kept the same wet, perfect seal, tongue working the underside in lazy, expert waves, cheeks hollowed just enough to add suction without ever looking strained. When her hands rose — calm, almost helpful — and settled on his hips as if to steady him, Aether snarled again and yanked both arms straight up, pinning her wrists high so she had nothing to brace with. The new angle let him drive even deeper. Her throat bulged visibly with every thrust; spit ran in thick strings down her chin and onto her bare breasts; the wet, filthy sound of it filled the lounge.

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(artist: miyu)

He came down her throat a second time, then a third, then lost count somewhere around the fifth or sixth thick load. Each one she swallowed with the same bright, unbothered ease, eyes watering only from the mechanical pressure, never from distress. Her expression stayed open and pleased, the same innocent smile somehow still present even while her lips were stretched obscenely around the base of him. No panic. No plea. Not even the courtesy of looking used. She simply knelt there with her arms held high, throat fluttering around every new pulse of cum, treating the entire skullfucking like another enjoyable data point.

That unbroken composure was what finally snapped the last of his patience.

Aether pulled out of her mouth with a wet, obscene pop, a final rope of cum striping her tongue and lips. Alice licked it away with a small, satisfied sound, still looking entirely too pleased with herself. He grabbed her by the neck, hauled her off the floor, and slammed her down onto the nearest bed hard enough that the frame creaked. She landed on her back, legs already falling open, that same cheerful smile still in place even with his hand locked around her throat.

“Still looking smug,”
he muttered, lining up and driving into her cunt in one savage thrust that bottomed out against her cervix.
“Let’s see how long that lasts.”

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(artist: klyvenar)

Alice’s laugh came out broken and delighted around the pressure on her neck, hips already rolling up to meet him, the witch who had just swallowed six loads without a flicker of discomfort now taking his cock with the same bright, scientific enthusiasm she brought to everything else. The punishment had only started, and she still looked like she was having the time of her life.

Aether lost track of how many hours he spent trying to find an edge that Alice simply did not have.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees and took her from behind, one forearm locked across her throat, the other braced on her hip so he could slam into her cunt with everything he had. The choke was tight enough that most women would have gone slack-eyed and shaking. Alice only made a pleased, breathy little sound and pushed back onto him harder, the same bright delight never leaving her voice even while her airway was narrowed. He tightened his arm. She came — a gentle, rolling climax that fluttered around his cock like a polite thank-you rather than a collapse — and then immediately started moving again, as if the orgasm had been a pleasant footnote.

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(artist: miyu)

He pulled her down into his lap and hammered up into her from below, both hands on her waist, bouncing her on his cock in short, brutal strokes that made her breasts slap together and her breath hitch. The angle let him grind against her cervix on every upward thrust. Alice’s head fell back, mouth open in another of those soft, delighted moans, and she came again — warm, easy, completely unbothered. No scream. No loss of composure. Just another gentle peak that left her smiling down at him while she kept riding.

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(artist: miyu)

He tried pinning her wrists, tried pulling her hair until her back arched painfully, tried slapping her ass hard enough to leave prints, tried burying himself in her ass instead and fucking that tighter heat with the same relentless pace. Every variation produced the same result. Alice took it all with open, cheerful compliance. Her climaxes stayed mild and frequent, little waves of pleasure that never built into anything desperate or broken. Her eyes never lost that bright, curious shine. Her voice never cracked into the raw, begging sounds he had wrung out of Yae or Ningguang or half the other women on the island.

It began to feel like a dream.

The room stayed too warm, the light never quite changed, and no matter how roughly he used her the witch beneath him remained essentially the same — smiling, wet, gently orgasming, and completely unreachable. He could fuck her throat raw, flood her womb, leave her thighs shaking, and she would still look at him afterward with that same innocent, scientific pleasure, as if he were an especially interesting piece of equipment that happened to feel good. The frustration piled up with every failed attempt to push her past that gentle threshold. Sweat ran down his back. His arms burned. The white flames under his skin flared hotter out of sheer irritation.

Alice came again around him, a soft, happy little shudder, and reached up to pat his cheek with genuine affection.

“You’re very dedicated,” she murmured, still smiling, still completely unruined. “I like that.”

Aether snarled, flipped her onto her stomach, and started over, already knowing the next hour would feel exactly the same and hating how much that knowledge only made him want to try harder.