AWWEWNR Chapter 23 🔞

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Returning to his camp, Tharrott stumbled into the awning and sank into a chair like a man possessed. 

 

As he walked, his face heated and his heart raced as he remembered the image of Hanaella saving him from the mantis creature. 

 

This was not what he had expected.

 

Instead of saving her and making her fall in love with him, he had fallen in love with her. 

 

Never in my life had I seen a woman so stunning. She was beautiful and strong, like a goddess. 

 

They didn’t call her Hayden’s Darkness for nothing. Casting black magic without changing her expression, Hanaella was a noble and beautiful witch.

 

Tharrott covered his face with both hands and stroked it slowly. 

 

Fine, golden hair cascaded over his forehead. 

 

This was the woman he had intended to make his wife for Rosaryn. 

 

‘But this feeling now…’

 

With a short sigh, Tharrott brought his hands together and covered both nose and mouth.

 

The urge to want was overwhelming. 

 

Not for Rosaryn’s sake, but purely to make her his own. Tharrott seemed to have fallen in love with Hanaella with all his heart.

 

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“Ah— the blood has stopped, the color has returned, and if it stays like this for a little while longer, the wound will heal to the point where it’s just a little mark.”

 

Sitting on top of Lloyd, Hanaella purred softly as she examined his wounds. 

 

He could feel her healing magic flowing into his member.

 

 A cool, chilling sensation. 

 

Lloyd recognized the sensation as that of black magic, and he stared at Hanaella on top of him, clenching his shaft tightly. 

 

When he’d asked if he could enter her, she’d graciously obliged, but that wasn’t what he’d meant.

 

“Can’t I move it?”

 

“Oh, no, if you move it, the healing energy won’t flow properly.”

 

‘What the hell is this woman doing?’ 

 

When I was kissing her, her face was like an innocent young lady who was too hot and embarrassed to make eye contact. 

 

When I asked her if I could put it in, she grabbed my shaft and pushed it in without any emotion, as if she was working. 

 

Then she sits on top of him, unable to move until now, and makes a mood-breaking noise about the wound healing.

 

Lloyd’s shaft was inside her, and she didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all. 

 

So casual, in fact, that Lloyd even wondered, ‘Is this a casual act?’ 

 

But Lloyd’s twitching member inside her was anything but casual. Tightening his grip on her slender waist, Lloyd tried to resist the instinct to move. 

 

In truth, he’d long since forgotten about the pain in his back and was too eager to stroke his throbbing shaft inside her.

 

He was no stranger to women’s bodies. He hadn’t been promiscuous, but he’d touched a few women lightly. 

 

Thanks to a spell that prevented him from impregnating any of them, there was no harm in being promiscuous, but it wasn’t exactly his cup of tea.

 

But this was something he’d never expected. 

 

The House of Ariel, and for healing purposes. I wondered if the Crown Prince’s life was important enough to throw away her first experience so casually. 

 

Of course, it should be indispensable, but the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t understand her.

 

“Ah— I think we better leave it at that, because if we make the wound disappear, it’ll be as if it never happened…”

 

At that moment, Lloyd leaped to his feet and grabbed Hanaella’s waist as she tried to remove his member, preventing her from getting up. 

 

Hanaella stared at Lloyd in surprise, and he asked her, looking quite puzzled.

 

“Are you trying to pull it out?”

 

“…It’s almost healed, the wound,” answered Hanaella.

 

“No, it doesn’t hurt, but…”

 

“Can you please let go of this?”

 

“No, no. If we pull it off now, what else can I do?” said Lloyd.

 

“What…? What are you supposed to do?”

 

Hanaella asked, and instead of answering, Lloyd deliberately squeezed his shaft inside her. It throbbed. Hanaella’s face turned bright red as she realized what Lloyd meant.

 

“If we stop, I’ll die…”

 

“…”

 

“I’ll explode and die.”

 

The belated embarrassment made her feel hot all over. 

 

Unable to look Lloyd in the eye, Hanaella covered her face with her hands, and Lloyd, watching her, gingerly shifted his weight. 

 

Luckily, Hanaella didn’t budge, just leaned into him.

 

“I want to kiss you.”

 

Lloyd’s wet voice tickled Hanaella’s ear.

 

He’d already done it without her permission. Still covering her face with her hands, Hanaella slowly leaned down and buried her face in his shoulder. 

 

Lifting her hips slightly with his hands, Lloyd raised his knees and began thrusting in and out of her. 

 

Before long, Lloyd’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, and he whispered into Hanaella’s ear.

 

“Hmm? Give me your lips.”

 

Hanaella removed the hand that had covered her face in defeat and pressed her own lips to Lloyd’s. 

 

The squeaky, cold kiss made her feel so ashamed she couldn’t open her eyes, but there was no pain or fear in what she was doing with Lloyd. 

 

On the contrary, it was exciting enough to give her frequent shivers.

 

Whether this was because of memories of being in a relationship, or because of having been in it for quite some time as a form of healing, I’m not sure. But one thing was for sure, this act with Lloyd was turning as crazy as it was exciting.

 

Before she knew it, Hanaella’s position and Lloyd’s position had changed. 

 

Lloyd pushed her down to the floor, supported her head with one hand, and began to move his hips in earnest. 

 

The still-unhealed wound on his back created a small stab of pain with each movement, but it didn’t stop him from moving.

 

Lloyd was already focused on pushing his alter ego deeper into her with excitement that was almost enough to overshadow the slight pain he was feeling. 

 

Hanaella, for her part, spread her legs wide to allow him to enter her, hugging him tightly around the neck.

 

Lloyd placed a light kiss on her lips, then kissed her cheek. 

 

Raising his upper body, he removed the encumbering top and gazed down at Hanaella with a feral stare. 

 

His dangling shaft was still wet with her juices. 

 

The sight of him turned her on to the point of goosebumps, and she gulped down a dry mouthful.

 

As Lloyd began to undress her, she covered her face with her hands in sudden embarrassment and remained still to feel his touch. 

 

The Crown Prince, who had apparently never undressed himself, had no difficulty undressing her.

 

Lloyd swallowed hard as Hanaella’s pure white nakedness was revealed. 

 

As he reached out and gently stroked her chest, Hanaella flinched. Her hands still covered her face, but she didn’t remove them. 

 

He considered removing them to look at her face, but then changed his mind and leaned down to swallow her plump, peaking mound in a mouthful.

 

“Hmph—!”

 

A moan escaped Hanaella’s lips, as if taken aback by the sudden attack. 

 

Lloyd tickled one of her tender buds with his tongue and played with the other with his index finger, all the while his throbbing manhood screamed for reentry.

 

Lloyd wanted to feel Hanaella’s body relax a little more. But he could not take forever in this situation with a woman he’d never met before, and with a shaft that threatened to explode if he didn’t do something soon. 

 

He had no choice but to move his hips and slide inside her.

 

“Mmm—!”

 

“Ugh–!”

 

Moans came out of both of their mouths at the same time. 

 

Moving his hips quickly, Lloyd grabbed her hand that was covering his face and gently pulled it away, then kissed her with their lips locked together. 

 

Their tongues intertwined, their hips moving faster. Hanaella’s feet stiffened under him, and Lloyd’s breathing grew more ragged.

 

Lloyd flicked his hips up and felt a dull pain that threatened to split his body in two.