Witch Taming System

Lancel continued washing Fiore.

What had begun as his attempt at a simple shower had transformed into this messy, sticky, shower sex where he found himself washing every inch of her body with soap.

His hands glided over her skin, tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. The soap created a rich lather that foamed between his fingers as he explored her body with his cock still buried deep inside her.

"L-Lancel... wait...!"

"Hm?"

Fiore suddenly grabbed his hand, which had been stimulating her clit.

"It’s my turn to wash you..."

"Ah?"

At that, they changed positions. Fiore now faced Lancel. She lathered soap in her hands and began washing his chest.

Lancel took this opportunity to slide his cock back inside.

"Hngh...!"

Fiore didn’t resist, raising one leg as she continued shampooing his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp as he thrust into her.

Fiore’s moans mixed with the sound of the shower, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the small space.

"Haaah...! ♡"

The height difference forced Fiore onto her tippy toes just to reach his hair with the shampoo. Her body trembled with each thrust, making the simple task increasingly difficult.

An idea sparked in Lancel’s mind.

"Let me help you."

"Hngh?!"

Before Fiore could process his words, Lancel’s hands gripped her thighs. Despite his injuries, he lifted her with surprising strength.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, draping on either side of his body as he continued to thrust into her.

This new position allowed his cock to sink even deeper inside her.

"Haaangh..! Hnghhh...! ♡"

Fiore’s eyes rolled back as a sharp cry of pleasure escaped her lips. The sudden intensity of the penetration sent waves of ecstasy through her body.

Lancel’s eyes widened. That was louder than expected. With both his hands occupied supporting Fiore’s weight, there was nothing to muffle her sounds.

Countess Gretelle was still somewhere in the mansion.

The realization hit him in an instant. There was only one way to keep her quiet.

"Mmph...!?"

Lancel leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Fiore’s. Her eyes flew open in surprise as he claimed not just her first time, but now, her first kiss as well.

But Fiore was quick to adapt.

Now, it was three birds with one stone. Her first sex, shower sex, and even her first kiss.

A natural pervert like Fiore knew exactly what came next.

Her mouth slightly parted, and Lancel took this opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth.

Their tongues intertwined and began to dance. His skillful movements surprised even Fiore, giving her the impression that this was not his first kiss.

An amateur like her could only follow the tango of their tongues, their saliva mixing as it turned into a full makeout session, added to the cock thrusting deep inside her pussy.

"Sluuuurp! Mmmph...! ♡"

Any thought of washing him vanished from Fiore’s mind as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their bodies moved in rhythm.

"Lancel! Sluuuurp...! I’m c-cumming...!"

Fiore’s body convulsed around him as her first orgasm crashed through her.

Lancel felt her inner walls clamp down on his cock, followed by a sudden gush of warmth flooding over him. Her juices, thick and sticky, coated his shaft as they mixed with the shower water and trickled down their thighs.

"Haaaaah...! ♡"

This was one of Fiore’s secret shames.

She was a squirter.

Every time she brought herself to orgasm during masturbation, her release would always end like this, leaving her sheets soaked.

She had hoped the shower would somehow mask it, that the running water would wash away the evidence before he could notice.

But unbeknownst to her, Lancel noticed.

He broke their kiss, pulling back just enough to watch her face twist in pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes had rolled back, glazed with ecstasy, and her lips were swollen from their passionate kissing.

The sight of her so undone, so completely lost in the throes of her orgasm, only fueled Lancel’s already deep arousal.

"Mngh...! Haaah...! ♡ L-Lancel...!"

Fiore’s legs tightened around his waist as another wave of pleasure washed over her, digging her nails into his shoulders.

Lancel, too, felt his own ejaculation building up. The sensation of her cum coating his cock, mixed with the tight grip of her still-spasming walls, was almost too much to bear.

Even as Fiore came, he didn’t stop. His cock drove into her as she trembled in his arms. In just a few seconds after Fiore’s own orgasm, Lancel felt like he had reached his limit.

"Miss Fiore... I’m—"

"Inside! Do it inside!"

Fiore’s arms tightened around Lancel’s neck as her body responded to his thrusts.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his skin as she hung on for dear life. His cock drove deeper with each movement, striking a place inside her that made her see stars.

"Ahhh...! ♡ Lancel...!"

Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. The friction sent additional sparks of pleasure through her already overloaded senses.

"Haaangh...! ♡"

Fiore buried her face in the crook of his neck and sank her teeth into his collarbone as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

The bite wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but the sharp pressure sent a jolt through Lancel, mixing the slight pain with the overwhelming pleasure building in his core.

"Fuck...!"

Fiore’s walls clenched around him, milking his cock as she trembled in his arms. The combination of her tight heat, her bite on his collarbone, and the sight of her face lost in pleasure pushed him over the edge.

"Lancel...!"

Lancel buried himself deep inside her one final time.

Spurt—Spurt—Spurt——!

His cock throbbed as thick streams of cum flooded her inner walls, painting her insides with white.

The intensity of his release sent shudders through his entire body.

Despite it being his second ejaculation, the sheer volume of his cum surprised even him, spilling out around his cock and mixing with the shower water as it dripped down Fiore’s milky white thighs.

"Haaah..."

Fiore’s legs trembled as she slowly lowered herself to sit on the shower floor. Lancel supported himself with one arm braced against the wall.

He looked down at Fiore, who was watching with wide, fascinated eyes as his thick cum slowly leaked from her pussy.

"Creampied..." she breathed out.

Now, it was four birds with one stone.