I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 162: The Queen’s Surrender III (R18)

Damien felt his own control starting to slip. The combination of how she felt around him, how she responded to every touch, the sounds she made – it was pushing him toward the edge.

He pulled out, moving to kneel beside her head. Lyristae understood immediately, opening her mouth as he positioned himself.

He didn’t have to ask for her to respond.

"Yes. Please."

She took him back into her mouth, and this time there was no hesitation. She sucked him with enthusiasm, her hand working what her mouth couldn’t reach, clearly wanting to bring him to completion.

Damien’s hand tangled in her hair, not pushing but holding, grounding himself. He could feel his release building, pressure coiling at the base of his spine.

"I’m close," he warned.

Lyristae didn’t pull back. Instead she looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, and took him deeper. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

That did it. His orgasm hit hard, his whole body tensing as he came. Lyristae took it all, swallowing, not pulling away until he was completely finished.

When he finally released her hair, she pulled back, licking her lips, looking satisfied with herself.

"How was that?"

"Perfect. You did so well."

She smiled, clearly pleased. But Damien wasn’t done with her yet.

His hands roamed her body, already learning what would get her ready again.

"We’re continuing?" she asked when his fingers found her between her legs.

"Unless you want to stop."

"Definitely don’t want to stop."

She was still wet from earlier, still sensitive, and his fingers worked her easily. Found that spot inside that made her gasp, combined it with pressure on her clit until she was squirming against his hand.

"Again," she begged. "Please, again."

He made her come on his fingers twice before positioning her on her side, lifting one leg as he entered her from behind. This angle let him go deep while his hand could reach around to play with her clit.

Lyristae was beyond words now. Just sounds of pleasure, her body responding to everything he did. She came again – smaller, quicker, but still intense enough to make her shake.

Damien’s stamina, enhanced by the Second Core, meant he could keep going long past what would normally be possible. He moved her through positions – on top riding him while he played with her breasts, bent over the edge of the bed while he took her from behind, on her back with her legs wrapped around him.

Each position brought new sensations, new angles, new ways to make her fall apart. She stopped counting her orgasms after the fifth, just surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

The room filled with the sounds and scents of their coupling. Skin on skin, her desperate breathing, his lower groans, the wet evidence of her repeated releases.

Damien made her come on his tongue again at one point, holding her down when she tried to squirm away from the overstimulation. Made her take him in her mouth again until she was skilled enough to actually enjoy it rather than just trying to please him.

Taught her how to touch herself while he was inside her, how to angle her hips to take him deeper, how to use her inner muscles to grip him in ways that made his control slip.

Lyristae was an eager student, her lack of experience offset by her determination to learn everything. She asked questions between gasps, experimented with techniques, paid attention to what made him respond most strongly.

Time became meaningless. They moved through the night in cycles of intensity and recovery, building toward peaks and coming down only to start building again.

At some point Damien had her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, taking her with an intensity that made her scratch his back hard enough to leave marks. The position let him go incredibly deep, and Lyristae came so hard she actually screamed.

Then on the floor when they didn’t make it back to the bed, Lyristae on top riding him while he guided her hips. She learned quickly how to move, how to grind against him, how to take her own pleasure while giving his.

Back on the bed, her face down and ass up while he pounded into her from behind. His hands left prints on her pale skin, marking her in ways that would fade but existed vividly now.

On her back again, her legs over his shoulders, going so deep she could barely breathe from the intensity. Her hands gripped his forearms, nails digging in, taking everything he gave and begging for more.

Each time Damien came, the Second Core’s enhanced recovery meant he was ready again within minutes. Each time Lyristae thought she couldn’t possibly come again, he proved her wrong.

They were both covered in sweat, marks, evidence of hours of increasingly desperate coupling. The sheets were ruined, the room was a mess, and neither of them cared.

Damien had her on her stomach, entering her from behind while lying along her back. This position was intimate despite the angle, his body covering hers completely, his mouth at her ear.

"How do you feel?" he asked between thrusts.

"Too good." Her voice was hoarse from screaming. "Don’t stop."

"Not planning to."

He made her come again like this, then flipped her onto her back for another round. Her body was trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation, but she still wrapped her legs around him, still pulled him closer, still begged for more.

The sun would be rising soon. They’d been at this for hours, and showed no signs of stopping.

Damien pulled out long enough to make her take him in her mouth again, letting her practice her technique until he was ready to continue. Then he had her ride him again, this time facing away so he could watch her back arch, could grip her hips and control the pace while she ground against him desperately.

She came on top of him, her whole body seizing, and he followed moments later, buried deep inside her.

They collapsed together, breathing hard, thoroughly exhausted.

For about three minutes.

Then Damien’s hands started wandering again, and Lyristae’s body responded despite her exhaustion, and they were moving together once more.

When the next day came, it would bring responsibilities and consequences and the weight of saving the world.

But tonight – this endless, perfect night – belonged just to them.

And they intended to make absolutely certain neither of them would forget it.