Witch Taming System

Lancel couldn’t take it anymore.

His fingers were soaked with Fiore’s sticky love juice. So much so that his skin was beginning to wrinkle from being submerged in her wetness for so long.

The sight of her trembling body, still braced against the wall with her ass presented to him, had pushed his arousal to its breaking point.

Withdrawing his fingers, Lancel positioned himself behind her and pressed the tip of his erection against her entrance.

But Lancel was still a man who valued consent.

"Miss Fiore—"

"Yes. Put in! Hurry...!"

That was all the confirmation he needed.

With Fiore’s body still trembling from her orgasm and her fluids dripping down her thighs, there was little resistance as he slowly slid his cock in.

Then, slowly, he pushed forward.

"Ahhh...! ♡"

Fiore’s back arched as she felt him entering her. The sensation was overwhelming and far more intense than anything she had experienced with her dildos.

His cock stretched her in ways she hadn’t imagined possible, filling her completely as he buried himself to the hilt.

Despite being a virgin, the pain was minimal, quickly giving way to a deep, satisfying fullness. Her inner walls clenched around his length, drawing a groan from Lancel’s lips.

"Fuck...!"

Lancel remained still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size before he began to move. His hands gripped her hips to steady her as he pulled back and then thrust forward again.

"Haah...! Slowly... It’s my first time..."

Hearing her words, Lancel froze.

From his perspective, this couldn’t possibly be Fiore’s first time. Of all the women he’d been intimate with, Fiore ranked among those he’d assumed had experience.

"Your first time?"

But contrary to all his expectations, Fiore was, in fact, a full-fledged virgin.

The way she’d confidently grabbed his cock, her skilled handjob techniques, and the sudden boobjob, all told him she was experienced, though.

But it seemed she was just a natural pervert.

"...Yes. So, please be gentle..."

At her words, Lancel paused and began to hesitate.

"Miss Fiore... are you sure we should be doing this?"

"It’s okay," Fiore breathed out. "Don’t you remember what I told you before? About what I’d do if I met a male witch?"

Lancel did remember. She had been quite blunt about it. That she would have sex with them.

"Before another witch can claim you..." Fiore continued, her fingers gripping the slick tiles as she pushed her ass back closer to him. "I’ll mark you as mine, first..."

After everything that had happened, other witches had started taking an interest in Lancel due to the simple curiosity that he was the first ever man who could use magic.

While Fiore could say to herself that she didn’t feel romantic interest in him, she could at least admit he was someone special to her.

They hadn’t known each other long, but they had survived two near-death experiences together.

Most importantly, he had saved her life twice.

And in that moment, a possessiveness she hadn’t expected began to manifest. Despite all her logical reasoning, the thought of another witch sharing this kind of intimacy with him was unbearable.

"So... fuck me... Lancel..."

"...!"

Something inside Lancel snapped. All the pain screaming inside his bones didn’t matter anymore. Fiore’s words ignited something primal within him.

His body moved on instinct, driven by a hunger that had nothing to do with reason.

He pulled back slowly. The friction sent another jolt through both of them, then thrust forward again. Fiore’s moan echoed in the steam-filled bathroom as his cock filled her once more.

"Ah...! ♡"

Lancel was careful not to aggravate his injuries or cause her too much discomfort. But as Fiore’s body responded even more, pushing her hips back to match his pace, Lancel moved even faster.

"Haang! Hnghh...! Haaa...! ♡"

Fiore’s moans came out sticky and needy, matching the desire in her voice. Each whimper that came out of her luscious lips was accompanied by the wet slapping of skin against skin as Lancel’s pace increased.

"Ahhh... Lancel...! ♡"

Fiore’s fingers slipped on the slick tiles as she struggled to maintain her balance.

Her body shook with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with the force of his movements. The water flowing down her back traced paths along her spine and dripped from her hips.

"Miss Fiore...!"

Initially, Lancel had been convinced of her experience. But the tightness enveloping him now told him she truly was a virgin.

With Mei and Ishtar, it had been different. They were raised with freedom and given the resources to find their own path. Their experiences with intimacy had been their own to discover.

Fiore, however, was different. She was like a carefully tended flower, nurtured under Countess Gretelle’s garden.

The thought of claiming such a cherished daughter, of being the first to explore her insides... it was wrong, it was immoral, it was...

It was intoxicating.

The forbidden nature of it all sent an even deeper surge of arousal through him. He was defiling something protected, and that knowledge only made him want more.

Fwop—Fwop—Fwop——!

Each time Fiore’s ass slapped against his hips, her inner walls clenched around his cock so tightly it felt like she might rip it off.

"Haaah...! ♡"

Lancel’s fingers found the thin string holding her bikini top together, tugging it loose with a single pull. The damp fabric fell away, exposing her breasts.

Without breaking his rhythm, he reached for the soap, his other hand maintaining its grip on her hip as he continued to thrust into her.

"Hngh...?!"

His slick, soapy hands closed around her breasts, massaging them from behind as the shower water continued to stream down their bodies.

The combination of his cock filling her and his hands on her sensitive flesh sent Fiore into a frenzy of pleasure.

"We’re supposed to shower, aren’t we?" he murmured against her ear.

"Yes...! Hngh...! It’s so... good...! ♡"

To Fiore, this was a fantasy fulfilled. She had read countless scenes like this in her erotic novels.

Sex and shower sex at that?

It was two birds with one stone!