The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 139: Worth it

SOREN

Her other hand left the wall.

Reached back desperately. Found my hair and pulled. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough that I groaned against her neck and had to actively stop myself from biting down hard enough to leave marks that would last weeks.

She was moaning.

Helplessly. Around my fingers that were still in her mouth. Sounds muffled but clear enough that I heard every catch in her breath, every time she got close to forming words before pleasure dragged her back under.

And she was sucking my fingers.

Maybe unconsciously. Maybe deliberately. But her tongue was working around them, coating them in spit, creating sensations that went straight to my painfully hard cock that was pressed against her ass and getting friction every time her hips rocked back.

Everything was turning me on.

The taste of her skin where I’d licked earlier. The sounds she was making. Her body grinding against me with increasing desperation. Her walls squeezing my fingers in rhythm that suggested she was close. The wetness coating my hand that proved exactly how much she wanted this.

My erection throbbed.

Painful now. Demanding attention I wasn’t giving it because this wasn’t about me. This was about making her fall apart. About learning every sound she made when pushed past her limits. About proving that her body trusted me even when her mind built walls.

Though I was getting close anyway.

Just from friction. Just from the way her ass pressed against me every time she moved. Just from the knowledge that I was the one doing this to her, reducing the Fire Queen to trembling and moaning and unable to form complete thoughts.

I wanted to taste her directly.

Wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs and drown in her until she forgot her own name. Wanted to make her come on my tongue instead of my fingers.

But I was saving that.

Always saved the best for later. Always built anticipation. Always made sure she wanted it badly enough that when I finally gave it to her, the wait would make it better.

My pace increased.

Both hands working in coordination. Fingers in her mouth pressing down on her tongue. Fingers inside her stroking that spot that made her clench around me. Building rhythm that had her gasping and grinding and pulling my hair hard enough to make my eyes water.

She was close.

I could feel it. The way her walls fluttered around my fingers. The way her breathing had gone ragged. The way her entire body had tensed like a bowstring about to snap.

I was close too.

Gods help me. About to come in my pants like a youngling from nothing but friction and her reactions and the knowledge that she was falling apart because of me.

"Let it all out, Your Majesty" I breathed against her neck.

Not a request. A command. One she was apparently ready to obey because her body seized immediately.

She came hard.

Gushing over my fingers. Walls clenching so tight it almost hurt. Sounds escaping around my other fingers that were definitely moans, definitely loud enough that the nymphs probably heard if they were anywhere nearby.

And I followed.

Couldn’t stop it. The combination of her falling apart and grinding against me and making those sounds pushed me over the edge faster than I’d intended. Came hard enough that my vision whited out. Hard enough that I had to bite down on her shoulder to muffle my own sounds. Hard enough that my pants were definitely ruined and I absolutely didn’t care.

We stayed there.

Both shaking. Both trying to remember how breathing worked. My body pressed against hers. Her body pressed against frozen wall. My fingers still inside her. Her hands still clutching me like I was the only thing keeping her standing.

Which I was.

Her legs were useless. I could feel it. The way her weight had gone completely slack. The way she’d collapse if I moved away.

I held her up.

Kept her pinned between ice and me, letting her catch her breath, letting the aftershocks run through her until they finally subsided into trembling that was manageable instead of overwhelming.

Slowly withdrew my fingers.

She made a small sound. Protest maybe. Or just response to sudden emptiness.

I lifted her.

Easy. One arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. Carried her away from the wall, back toward the alcove where we could both recover properly.

I felt very satisfied with myself.

Smug, even. The kind of satisfaction that came from knowing I’d just made the Fire Queen fall apart so completely she couldn’t snap, couldn’t form sentences, couldn’t do anything but let me carry her while she recovered.

Worth it.

Completely worth the mess in my pants and the ache in my cock and the knowledge that she was probably going to murder me once her brain started working again.

She was radiating.

Not heat. That aura. The specific one that meant Eris had regained consciousness enough to remember she was supposed to be angry, that letting me do things to her body didn’t mean she approved, that pleasure didn’t erase the fact that I’d basically ambushed her.

Demonic presence.

Pure. Unadulterated. The energy that made lesser men run and smart men apologize and me smile like an idiot because I’d learned that demonic Eris was just flustered Eris with better threats.

"I’m going to kill you." Her voice was low. Dangerous. The tone that had probably made her entire kingdom tremble.

I kept smiling.

"You didn’t stop me."

"That’s not—" She cut herself off. Regrouped. "I’m going to freeze your cock off and feed it to those nymphs."

"Creative."

"I’m going to turn your bones to ice from the inside out and watch you shatter."

"Also creative."

"I’m going to—"

"Keep threatening me?" I suggested helpfully. "Because it’s adorable and I’m enjoying it."

Her glare intensified.

If looks could kill, I’d be very dead. Possibly in pieces. Definitely frozen in ways that violated several laws of physics.

But I just kept smiling.

Because she was alive and awake and making threats which meant she was fine. Meant the seal hadn’t ruptured. Meant I’d successfully distracted her from pain and fear and all the things she carried alone.

And if that required occasionally making her so angry she wanted to murder me?

Worth it.

Completely worth it.

Every single time.