I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 147: His and His Alone II (R18)

Damien didn’t slow. Kept moving through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was oversensitive and gasping.

Only then did he pull out, turning to Elara.

"Face down," he instructed. "Ass up."

She positioned herself quickly, presenting herself in the most vulnerable way possible.

Damien’s hand traced down her spine, appreciating the curve, the way she trembled slightly with anticipation.

Then he entered her from behind in one smooth thrust.

Elara’s hands fisted in the sheets, her back arching to take him deeper. The angle let him go impossibly far, hitting places that made her make sounds she’d never make in public.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her. No gentleness, no careful building – just raw, claiming intensity.

One hand moved to her hair, gathering the golden strands and pulling back. The position arched her spine further, changed the angle, made everything more intense.

"How does it feel?" Damien demanded.

"I love it," Elara gasped. "Don’t stop – "

He released her hair only to bring his hand down on her ass in a sharp slap. The sound echoed in the room, and Elara’s response was immediate – a cry of surprise and pleasure, her body clenching around him.

"Again," she begged.

He obliged, his palm connecting with her skin repeatedly, leaving marks that would fade by morning but existed vividly now. Each impact made her tighten around him, made her moans louder.

Seria had recovered enough to move closer, her mouth finding Damien’s in a deep kiss while he continued taking Elara from behind.

When Elara came, it was with his hand tangled in her hair again, pulling her head back, his other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. She sobbed his name, her whole body shaking, and Damien felt his own control starting to fray.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He pulled out, flipping Elara onto her back, immediately pushing back inside before she’d fully caught her breath. Her legs wrapped around him automatically, and he braced himself above her, looking down at her flushed face and pleasure-glazed eyes.

"I want you...so badly," he said, the words rough but genuine.

"Take me then," Elara managed.

Then he was moving again, thrusting with renewed intensity. Elara’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails leaving crescents in his skin.

Seria moved to his side, her mouth on his neck, his shoulder, her hand sliding down his back. Not touching Elara, but touching him, adding sensation while he took the High Priestess.

The dual attention – Elara beneath him, Seria beside him – was overwhelming. Damien felt his climax building, pressure coiling at the base of his spine.

He pulled out at the last second, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking once, twice –

His release spilled across Elara’s stomach, marking her in the most primal way possible.

For a moment, all three of them were still, breathing hard, processing the intensity.

Then Seria spoke, her voice carrying dark amusement.

"We’re just getting started, right?"

Damien looked at both of them – Elara beneath him, marked and satisfied, Seria beside him, clearly ready for more – and felt desire reignite despite having just finished.

"Definitely not done," he agreed.

He pulled Seria toward him, kissing her deeply while his hand moved between her legs. She was soaked, clearly having enjoyed watching as much as participating.

"My turn again?" she asked against his mouth.

"Your turn," he confirmed.

But this time, he positioned her differently. Pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, feet planted on the floor. He knelt between her thighs, his mouth finding her center.

Seria’s gasp was immediate. His tongue worked her with focused intensity, no teasing buildup, just direct pressure where she needed it most.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding them open when they tried to close from the overwhelming sensation. Holding her exactly where he wanted her, controlling even this.

When she came against his mouth, he didn’t stop. Kept licking, sucking, using his tongue to draw out every aftershock until she was pulling at his hair, begging him to stop, too sensitive to continue.

Only then did he pull back, his mouth glistening with evidence of her pleasure.

Elara had been watching, her hand between her own legs again, clearly aroused by witnessing Seria’s intensity.

Damien moved to her, pulling her hand away, replacing it with his own. Two fingers pushed inside her while his thumb worked her clit.

"Don’t touch yourself," he said. "Only I touch you. Understood?"

"Yes," Elara breathed.

He worked her with skilled precision, finding the angle that made her see stars, the pressure that pushed her toward climax with ruthless efficiency.

When she came on his fingers, he watched her face, memorizing the expression, the way her mouth opened in a silent cry, the way her whole body tensed.

Beautiful.

They were both so goddamn beautiful like this.

He was hard again – had been since going down on Seria. The sight of both women, thoroughly pleasured and still wanting more, was more arousing than anything else could be.

"Seria," he said. "Ride me."

She moved immediately, straddling him as he lay back on the bed. Her hand guided him inside as she sank down, taking him completely.

The position put her in apparent control, but Damien’s hands on her hips guided the rhythm. Directed the pace. Made it clear who was actually in charge despite the position.

Seria moved with athletic grace, her muscles flexing with each rise and fall. Her hands braced on his chest for balance, her head thrown back in pleasure.

Elara moved to kneel beside them, and Damien’s hand found her breast, squeezing, his thumb brushing her nipple while Seria rode him.

Giving pleasure to both simultaneously, controlling both their experiences, owning both their responses.

When Seria’s rhythm started to falter, when her movements became less coordinated, Damien flipped their positions without pulling out. Pinned her beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and took over completely.

Pounded into her with force that made her scream his name, made the bed shake, made Elara watch with wide eyes and obvious arousal.