GILF Hunter

Chapter 84: 84 Sadist Paradise

“Slurp… chuuup… hua!”

The lewd sounds of Medea sucking my dick only heightened my arousal.

She clamped her mouth tightly around my cock, filling it completely.

With my cockhead trapped, she licked it relentlessly with her tongue.

Each time, a dizzying wave of pleasure spread through my cock.

’Her blowjob skills are still killer.’

No matter how many times I experience it, her technique always feels fresh.

Those seductive eyes glancing up while sucking my dick are insane.

Movements designed to make a man cum as efficiently as possible.

Most guys would probably blow in 30 seconds.

“Mmm… lick… chuuup… chup…”

One hand gently fondled my balls.

The other lightly traced up the shaft with her fingertips.

A caress meant to drive a man wild while making him desperate to cum.

The soft touch of her hand combined with the relentless stimulation of her mouth and tongue.

My cock twitched, ready to burst any second.

“Chuuup… hmm… does it feel good?”

“Yeah. Your blowjob service is the best, Medea.”

“This is your weak spot, isn’t it?”

Medea gripped my cock firmly with both hands.

Then she rapidly licked the sensitive spot behind the cockhead with her tongue.

“Ooooh…”

An intense sensation shot through my cock.

It twitched instinctively, but her hands held it firmly in place.

Lick, lick, lick

Getting that sensitive spot relentlessly teased drove me crazy.

It was a thrilling sensation beyond just feeling good.

A different kind of pleasure shot up my spine.

“Mmm…”

How long did she torment my cock like that?

Medea then took my cock deep into her mouth.

Her skilled mouth felt like it was sucking my cock right in.

“Mmm, mmp, ugh, ugh!”

She shook her head quickly, intensifying the stimulation.

The gentle pressure and the pleasure from her face moving up and down were incredible.

Blowjobs usually give more mental satisfaction than physical, but Medea’s mouth made my cock feel insanely good.

Her plump lips sucking my cock felt absolutely divine.

I could take this all day and never tire of it.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”

Medea’s blowjob became even more rhythmic.

Her face moved so fast it was hard to believe, stroking my cock with precision.

’She’s insanely good. For someone who’s never been fucked, Medea’s got the best technique for toying with a man cock. Medea is more like a temptress than witch.’

It’s probably a good thing she’s a witch in a women-only village.

If a regular guy tasted this, he’d be addicted and never escape.

She’d probably be a queen with dozens of slaves in an SM club.

“Huu.”

Medea, who’d been servicing my cock with her wet mouth, finally pulled away.

My cock, basking in bliss, was already leaking precum the moment it left her mouth.

It was that good—my cock was at peak arousal.

“…I can tell you’re holding back your cum on purpose.”

Medea glared at me sharply. She wanted to finish this quickly and get back to her tasks.

My refusal to cum was clearly annoying her.

“Your blowjob’s just too good, Medea.”

“Didn’t I say I’m busy?”

Medea sighed in exasperation.

Even her annoyed reactions are hot now.

A gorgeous woman like her, naked and clinging to me, sucking my dick—what’s not to love?

“Ugh, thanks to you, I’m just getting better at these weird skills.”

Muttering, Medea climbed fully onto me.

Her sexy legs lifted gracefully.

Like a ballerina, her movements were fluid.

With that elegant motion, Medea wrapped her legs around my cock.

“Haaah!”

More precisely, she trapped my cock between her thigh and calf.

With my cock nestled in the crook of her knee, she closed her legs.

My cock was firmly locked between her soft, thick thighs and taut calves.

The pressure from her legs was anything but light.

Squeeeeze…!

It was stronger than being squeezed by breasts or a mouth.

Maybe even stronger than a tight hand grip.

’I’ve never experienced anything like this.’

Who would’ve thought she’d use her legs to trap my cock?

Medea’s definitely a sadist.

“…Looks like even you’re pretty excited by this.”

As she said, my heart was pounding wildly.

A mix of anticipation and nervousness for this new play.

Medea stared at me, then gently caressed my cockhead with her fingertips.

“Woooaah…”

A gasp of awe escaped me involuntarily.

The intense pressure from her legs gripping my cock, combined with her gentle touch on my cockhead, was unbearable.

“Looks like you’re enjoying it.”

Medea’s teasing didn’t stop there.

One hand tickled my nipple lightly.

The other nipple she licked with her tongue.

Amid the pleasure flooding my cock, another layer of ecstasy hit me.

My hips bucked involuntarily from the thrill.

“Khh… Medea…”

“Stop whining and cum already.”

Medea rubbed the slit of my cockhead vigorously with her thumb.

My thighs and hips tensed instantly.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t hold back—I didn’t want to. The urge to cum surged to the tip of my cock.

Splurt! Gush! Gushhh! Splurtt!!!

My cock throbbed, unloading thick white cum.

It was a powerful release, shooting out multiple times.

“…So much cum every time. What kind of cock is this?”

Medea released her legs and gently stroked my cock.

The remaining cum that hadn’t fully come out flowed freely.

She sucked up the spilled cum, cleaning my cock thoroughly before ending the service.

“Huuu.”

I let out a deep sigh.

Is it just that a man can’t help but be drawn to a woman who pleasures him?

Her soft body against mine felt so lovable.

“…Satisfied?”

“Yeah, that was amazing.”

Without thinking, I reached out and placed my hand on Medea’s head.

Realizing my mistake, I went ahead and patted her, praising her.

“You’re incredible, Medea. This time, even I couldn’t hold out.”

“…I see.”

Twitch!

Medea’s shoulder flinched sharply.

Surprised by the rare reaction, I looked at her, and a familiar message popped up.

[Witch Medea’s Psychology: Need for Recognition, Craving for Praise]

—

“Haa…”

Medea closed the door and left the room.

She walked down the hallway but suddenly stopped, touching her head.

’…It’s been a while since someone patted my head.’

It wasn’t a particularly meaningful gesture.

That man probably didn’t do it with any grand intention.

Just an instinctive action.

Done out of pleasure and satisfaction, nothing more.

It’s no different from a drunk woman joking around.

It’s definitely just that…

’My heart…’

She placed her hand over her chest, clenching her fist.

She tried to suppress her rising body heat and quickening heartbeat.

Honestly, Medea was quite surprised herself.

Surprised that she was experiencing such an emotional shift.

’Lady Circe used to… not often, but sometimes pat my head.’

Medea lost her mother at birth.

It was Circe who adopted and raised her.

But Circe was the great witch leading her clan.

Raising a child unprepared, especially while grieving a friend’s death, wasn’t easy.

Circe did her best to care for Medea.

Still, she couldn’t fully replace a mother, and Medea felt a bit of loneliness.

Did that loneliness transform into another emotion?

Medea found immense joy in Circe’s praise.

Especially when she gently patted her head.

In her childhood, that was her greatest happiness.

As an adult, those moments faded, but…

It seems she hasn’t forgotten those feelings.

It’s probably what humans call a ’complex.’

But to think she’d feel it from that perverted man.

From Circe’s husband, of all people—she never imagined it.

“…Get a grip.”

Muttering to herself, Medea tried to shake off the feeling.

It was just surprise at an unexpected action and reaction.

Convincing herself of that, she carefully resumed walking.

Her flushed white cheeks didn’t cool down easily.

—

“Hmm, this should do.”

Lately, I’ve been focusing on making magic tools.

Not tools for daily life or combat.

Other witches are far better at those.

I’m focusing on sex tools.

Plainly speaking, adult toys.

’This world hasn’t developed adult toys much.’

At best, there are rigid dildos or massage oils.

Despite the highly advanced magic that could make so much more.

After much thought, I decided to make them myself.

I’ve always thought it’d be nice to have them.

They’re effective for training women.

Back home, I gave up due to technical and resource limitations.

’I didn’t feel a strong need for it either.’

Seducing maids was for fleeting fun.

They knew it was more play than love.

But coming to the witch village changed things.

Now I need to properly ’tame’ women.

The more tools for training, the better.

“The aphrodisiac and gel are almost done. Time to make other stuff.”

There are plenty of training tools I want to make.

Dildos, eggs, restraints, ball gags, blindfolds, whips, and more.

If I’m honest, I lean toward S, so making these is pretty fun.

“This should be good for sex.”

The witches’ technology and materials are incredible.

I can actually make things that were just fantasies in human society.

“Now, who to test these on?”

Actually, the first test subject is pretty much decided.

It’s only natural to give such gifts to my wife first, right?