Witch Taming System

To compare the vagina and the anus, there was no debate on which one was tighter.

It was undoubtedly the anus.

The vaginal canal was warm, soft, and naturally accommodating, which felt like a perfect, wet glove. It offered deep fullness, easy thrusting, and that delicious sliding sensation that let a man go hard and fast once she was soaked.

But the anus felt like a tight ring of muscle, gripped with intense pressure that squeezed right at the most sensitive part of the shaft.

Once past that initial ring, the heat was even denser, creating a concentrated hug that made every inch feel more pronounced.

Many men described it as a "sucking" or "milking" sensation, far more intense than the smoother ride of the vagina.

The extra tightness amplified every thrust, turning ordinary pleasure into something more overwhelming, and often leading to quicker, more powerful orgasms for the man.

At least, that was how one of Lancel’s friends in the adventurer guild had described it.

"Ahhh—wait! I-It hurts...!"

"Ah..."

Lancel froze as Fiore’s pained cry cut through the musky air of the bedroom.

He had been so caught up in the moment that he’d forgotten one crucial detail.

Lubricant.

This was his first time, as well, after all. He had been so focused on claiming this new part of her that he’d forgotten to prepare properly.

"Sorry..."

Lancel slowly began to withdraw. Thankfully, he had only inserted the tip in.

Fiore’s fingers, which had been gripping the bedsheets, now relaxed slightly. Lancel watched as she took a shaky breath, her back still arched in the position he’d placed her in.

"Wait..." she whispered. "Don’t stop... Just... use something..."

Even through the haze of pain and pleasure, Fiore quickly found a solution. With the focus she could muster, her eyes darted toward a nearby dresser.

A blue glow surrounded her fingers as she extended her hand, telekinetically tugging at the drawer handle. The wood slid open, revealing various items inside.

From within, a small glass bottle floated out. It drifted toward them, hovering just within Lancel’s reach.

Lancel’s eyes widened as he recognized the bottle.

"Why is that there...?"

"Master Gretelle likes her massages," Fiore explained. "I... I keep it stocked for when she needs one."

Who would have thought that the massage oil she kept for her master’s comfort would find such an... unexpected use?

"Here," she said, her gaze meeting this. "Use this."

Lancel took the bottle and uncorked it with a soft pop. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air as he poured a generous amount into his palm.

Carefully, he coated his cock with the slick substance. Once finished, he returned his attention to Fiore.

His fingers, now coated with the oil, traced circles around her tight opening to prepare her as well.

The slide was smooth due to the oil easing the way as he worked his finger back inside her.

"Hngh...! ♡"

Once he was certain she was ready, Lancel positioned himself again. With a slow push, he began to enter her. The resistance was still there, but it was much smoother than before, turning into a slow, delicious stretch.

"Haaah...! It’s... it’s so tight...!"

Even Fiore could feel the way her anal walls clenched tightly around him. The grip was so intense it bordered on painful, yet for some reason, she also found it pleasurable.

"A-ah...! ♡ Lancel...! ♡"

"Haa... What is this...?!"

Lancel couldn’t even begin to describe the pleasure he was feeling from anal sex.

The tight ring of muscle gripped his shaft in a way that was completely different from the warm embrace of her pussy.

He thrust once, then twice, allowing himself to get used to the elastic difference between the anus and the pussy.

Meanwhile, Fiore’s body responded in ways she hadn’t expected. The initial discomfort had transformed into a strange, thrilling pleasure that made her toes curl.

Her ass clenched around him with each thrust, creating a sensation that was both overwhelming and addictive.

"Miss Fiore...!"

The tightness was unlike anything he’d experienced before. The elastic grip of her anal walls created a suction-like sensation that milked his shaft with intense pressure.

It didn’t take long before Lancel felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the telltale sign of his approaching release. His movements became more erratic as the overwhelming pleasure consumed him.

Fiore could feel it too.

She had grown accustomed to his stamina during their three times they had sex and his ability to hold back until she had found her own release multiple times.

But this raw intensity of anal sex had pushed him to the edge far more quickly than she had expected.

"Already...?"

Lancel couldn’t respond. His mind was clouded with pleasure as his body acted on pure instinct.

With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep inside her tight anus.

Spurt—Spurt—Spurt——!

His cock throbbed as thick streams of cum flooded her anal walls, painting them white. The sensation was overwhelming as he emptied himself inside her.

Fiore gasped at the feeling of his warm cum filling her.

"Oh god..."

Her body convulsed around his cock. The combination of his cum coating her inner walls and the rhythmic clenching of her own muscles sent waves of pleasure through her that left her trembling and breathless.

Lancel remained buried inside her for a moment longer.

He could feel the way her walls continued to pulse around him, milking every last drop as his cum slowly began to leak out, coating both their thighs with a mixture of oil and semen.

"Was it... that good?" Fiore asked as she looked back over her shoulder at Lancel.

A playful smile played on her lips at the sense of satisfaction. Fiore felt a surge of arousal course through her at his words.

"It’s amazing..." Lancel replied.

In all their previous encounters, Lancel had always been the one in control and had pushed her to her limits, leaving her breathless and screaming.

But this time... she had been the one to push him over the edge first.

A mischievous glint entered her eyes as she turned to face him fully.

"But Lancel..."

"Hm...?"

"I haven’t cummed yet."

Lancel’s brows rose in surprise.

For the first time, it hadn’t been his partner who had reached her peak first. It had been him.

The realization hit him immediately. For some reason, this hurt his pride as a man,

His cock, which had begun to soften, twitched yet again as he processed her words.

Without a word, Lancel’s hands gripped her hips, turning her once more to face away from him.

Fiore swallowed deeply as she felt his growing erection inside her.

"Haaaah...! ♡"

That afternoon, Lancel filled Fiore’s anus with cum four more times before they decided it was time to stop.