The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 337: Greediness r18

The words were still hanging in the air, velvet-rough and laced with hunger, when Soren lifted her hips just enough to line himself up again. Eris barely had time to draw breath before he pushed back in, one long, merciless glide that seated him fully inside her swollen, dripping core.

She cried out, a broken sound swallowed instantly by his mouth as he kissed her deep and filthy, tongue stroking hers in time with the slow roll of his hips.

His hands cupped her ass, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and then he began to move her. Effortlessly. As though she weighed nothing more than a feather in his storm.

He lifted her and bounced her on his cock with controlled strength, each downward drop forcing her to take every thick inch. At the same time he thrust upward to meet her, the collision sending shocks of raw pleasure through her core.

The wet sounds were lewd, her arousal and his previous releases mixing, easing the way even as her body struggled to accommodate him again so soon.

Eris’s eyes fluttered, barely able to stay open. Her mind was slipping away again, dissolving into a haze. Nails raked down his hard abs, leaving faint red trails on pale skin, desperate for something to anchor her as he used her body like an instrument he’d practiced on for years.

Soren growled into the kiss and pulled her closer, arms banding around her back, crushing her breasts to his chest. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back sharply until her bruised throat and pale chest were fully exposed, his canvas.

He struck.

Teeth sank into the tender spot where neck met shoulder, worrying the skin until a fresh bloom of purple rose beneath the surface. Eris keened, back arching, pussy clenching hard around him in helpless response. He moved lower, mouth latching onto one breast, sucking hard on the nipple before biting down just enough to make her sob. Then the other breast, marking it the same way, claiming every inch of her as his.

He never stopped thrusting.

Upward snaps of his hips drove his cock deeper, faster, the angle letting him grind against that devastating spot inside her with every stroke. Eris was losing her mind again, vision tunneling, thoughts fragmenting into nothing but sensation.

Too much. Too deep. Too good.

Soren felt her tightening, felt the tell-tale flutter of her around him, and his pace turned brutal. He clutched her tighter, one arm like iron around her waist, the other still tangled in her hair as he rammed upward relentlessly. With a guttural groan he came again, pulsing hot and thick inside her already-overfilled body, the overflow immediately slicking her thighs.

But they didn’t stop.

Eris’s head lolled against his shoulder, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why... won’t you... stop?" The words were slurred, barely coherent.

Soren’s lips curved in a mischievous, utterly wicked grin against her temple. "We need to get all the aphrodisiac out of your system, right?"

Before she could summon the strength to curse him, he moved.

One powerful twist and he pushed her onto her back again. She landed softly in the nest of ruined sheets, breasts bouncing with the impact, legs splayed open in invitation despite herself. Soren followed instantly, looming over her, eyes dark and predatory. He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her legs up, folding her nearly in half, ankles by her ears, thighs pressed to her chest, until she was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

Then he drove in.

Mercilessly.

The new angle was devastating. He sank deeper than ever, the broad head of his cock dragging along her front wall with every punishing thrust.

Eris’s swollen, overstimulated pussy took it helplessly, walls fluttering, clenching, dripping around him even as pleasure edged into something close to pain.

Her mind slipped further away; her heart felt close to bursting in her chest. She shook her head furiously side to side like a deranged woman, hair whipping across the pillows, claws raking at his stomach hard enough to leave welts.

Too much. Too deep. She couldn’t—

Even as she thrashed, he kept thrusting, deep, steady, relentless. A few more strokes and the sharp edge of pain melted, transmuted into an even more intense pleasure that coiled low and vicious in her belly.

Eris came again helplessly, body betraying her completely. She tried to contain it, bit her lip until she tasted blood, clenched her fists in the sheets, but it was useless. The orgasm tore through her like wildfire, back bowing, a raw scream ripping from her throat as her walls spasmed around him in violent waves.

Soren held her even tighter through it, arms pinning her legs, hips driving deeper, prolonging the torment until tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Only when she sagged, utterly defeated, did he let himself go again, burying himself to the root with a hoarse shout, flooding her one more time.

Eris lay boneless, chest heaving, mind shattered.

Then instinct, pure survival, kicked in.

With the last of her strength she shoved at his shoulders. His cock slipped out with a wet sound, followed by a hot gush of their mixed releases spilling onto the sheets beneath her.

Eris rolled, crawling weakly toward the edge of the bed, desperate for freedom, for space, for one single moment to catch her breath and piece herself back together.

She didn’t make it far.

Soren’s hand closed gently but firmly around her wrist, stopping her escape. In one smooth motion he flipped her onto her stomach again and pinned both hands above her head with one of his.

"Where do you think you’re going Your Majesty?" His voice was low, amused, and utterly merciless.

Eris felt the semi-hard length of him, still impossibly thick, still ready, rubbing deliberately against the curve of her ass. A fresh wave of heat and dread rolled through her.

"We’re not done yet."

Body trembling, limbs heavy as lead, Eris was completely wrecked.

She could barely think, barely speak, barely move. Every muscle quivered with aftershocks; her pussy throbbed, swollen and dripping, aching in a way that should have been unbearable.

And yet... her hips tilted back, just slightly. Seeking.

The aphrodisiac still thrummed in her veins, but this... this was something else entirely.

Soren’s stamina was inhuman, endless, roused to a pitch she had unwittingly stoked when she teased him to the brink and beyond.

She had toyed with something she should never have touched.He hadn’t been exaggerating when he whispered, You drive me mad.

She hated that her body still wanted more. Hated that the aphrodisiac and his relentless hunger had stripped her down to this raw, needy thing.

Soren’s hunger for her was terrifying.

And she was falling apart under it, piece by glorious piece.

A distant, hysterical thought flickered through her shattered mind:

If the dragon doesn’t kill me, this bastard’s greediness will.