The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 335: Punished r18

The aurora’s violet light spilled across the bed like liquid silk, painting Eris’s flushed skin in shifting hues of amethyst and silver.

She lay beneath him, chest heaving, thighs trembling, the soaked slip twisted around her waist like a surrender flag. Her pussy glistened, open and aching, clenching eagerly on nothing, waiting, begging to be filled.

Soren paused.

He drank her in with the reverence of a man who had imagined this moment a hundred times in the dark and found every fantasy pale beside the reality.

Hair wild against the pillows, lips swollen and parted, golden eyes glazed with lust and something softer, trust, perhaps, or surrender.

She was more beautiful than anything he had ever dared dream.

"Eris..." Her name left him like a prayer, low and reverent.

She didn’t answer with words. She didn’t need to. Her eyes, wide, dark, burning, said everything.

He shifted forward, the broad head of his cock nudging her entrance, sliding through slick folds until it caught. Then he pushed.

Slowly.

Inch by agonizing inch, he sank into her. The stretch was exquisite, her velvet heat yielding around his thickness, walls fluttering and clenching as though trying to pull him deeper.

Despite how wet she was, his size pushed her to the limit; she felt impossibly small beneath him, impossibly tight. Eris exhaled sharply, a broken sound that fractured the quiet, her back arching off the silk.

The contrast was electric.

Her inner fire scorched his cool length, a steamy friction that made them both moan, deep, guttural, helpless. Magic rose faintly where their bodies joined, heat meeting ice in a haze of sensation.

Soren stilled when he was halfway buried, jaw clenched, every muscle trembling with the effort of restraint. He let her adjust, let her feel him, thick, pulsing, claiming.

Eris’s hands flew to cover her face, overwhelmed, cheeks burning hotter than her magic ever could.

He caught her wrists gently but firmly, peeling them away.

"Look at me."

Her eyes met his, wide, vulnerable, glittering.

"Let me see the expression you’re making, Your Majesty." he murmured, a faint, wicked smile tugging at his lips. Callback complete.

He pushed deeper.

Not fully seated yet, but close enough that Eris whimpered, high and desperate. Soren leaned forward, chest brushing her breasts, and sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to mark, to brand. She keened softly, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He began to move.

Tender thrusts at first, deep, measured, deliberate. Each slow drag pulled a gasp from her throat; each return seated him a fraction deeper. His hands found hers again, fingers interlacing, pinning them above her head as he kissed her face between thrusts, temples, cheeks, the corner of her mouth.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered against her skin, voice ragged with awe. "You feel so good, Eris."

Another thrust, deeper.

"You drive me mad."

Another, harder.

"I’ve never felt anything like this."

The aphrodisiac turned every slide into lightning. Eris’s body was extra sensitive, every ridge and vein of Soren’s cock searing her from the inside.

Her hips rose to meet him without conscious thought, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as though she could pull him impossibly closer.

The pace quickened.

Tender became raw. Measured became primal.

Soren’s hips snapped forward, slamming into hers with a rhythm that shook the bedframe. The wet sounds of their joining filled the chamber, obscene, rhythmic, unstoppable.

Eris’s fire magic flared in helpless response, small harmless flames licking along the broad plane of his back, warming his skin without burning.

His ice answered in kind, cool fingers trailing over her fevered breasts, frost blooming in delicate patterns across her nipples before he sucked them into his mouth, biting gently until she cried out.

He was buried inside her small body, and the sensation drove him high, drunk on the way she squirmed beneath him, on the way her legs stayed locked around him no matter how hard he went deeper and fucked her.

He wanted more. Wanted deeper. Wanted to stay inside her forever.

Every drag of her walls along his length sent him hurtling toward the edge. He fought it, teeth gritted, desperate to make this last.

But Eris was losing the fight entirely.

This "virgin" was thrusting into her mercilessly, hitting that devastating spot inside her over and over until pleasure coiled white-hot and unbearable in her belly.

She realized, dimly, through the haze: she was being punished.

She had toyed with him, edged him, teased him, and now he was ravaging her like a madman. She couldn’t escape the intensity, couldn’t slow it, couldn’t do anything but take him.

It should have been frightening.

Instead it made her burn hotter.

Soren felt her tightening, heard the broken sounds spilling from her throat. He released her hands, cupping her face instead, kissing her fiercely as his pace turned brutal.

Eris succumbed first.

Her orgasm crashed through her like wildfire, back bowing, nails raking deep furrows down his back and shoulders, walls clamping down around him in pulsing waves. She came with a cry muffled against his mouth, body shaking, squirting helplessly around his cock.

Soren followed seconds later, the clench of her release dragging him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt with a hoarse groan, spilling deep inside her in thick, pulsing jets. For a moment he collapsed onto her, forehead pressed to hers, both of them trembling, breathing ragged.

He kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting salt and smoke and satisfaction.

Eris’s mind floated in blissful haze. It’s over, she thought dimly. Finally,

Then Soren shifted, rolling them so she lay draped across his chest. His arms banded around her, lips brushing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Gentle. Tender.

Until she felt it.

His cock, still hard, thick, and heavy, pressing threateningly against the soft skin of her stomach.

Eris’s eyes flew open in genuine horror.

He wasn’t softening. Not even a little. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Soren’s lips curved against her ear, voice low and velvet-dark with promise.

"We’re not finished, Your Majesty."