Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 66: Hellen Entered My Mouth (R18)

A muffled moan escaped me as Hellen’s tongue plunged deep the instant my lips parted—hot, slick invasion roaming every corner of my mouth, curling possessive around mine before sucking hard, drawing out my surrender.

She shifted fluid, strong hands gripping my hips through the Pikachu onesie to haul me up, settling me straddling her lap on the sectional—yellow plush bunching high, my thighs clamping her denim-clad waist as her alpha rumble vibrated straight through us both.

Finally, she broke away, a thin string of saliva gleaming between our lips, snapping wet as she leaned closer, sniffing me.

Drained, boneless, I slumped forward, forehead dropping to her shoulder—raven curls spilling over her shirt, breaths heaving ragged against her neck, her alpha scent drowning me.

"Emily, do you get it now? My wish?" Hellen’s voice rasped low and gravel-rough against my ear, her fingers threading deep into my sleep-tousled raven curls—gentle strokes turning firm tugs at the roots, blonde ponytail draping like a golden curtain to tickle my flushed cheek.

"I don’t like women, Hellen," I mumbled weak and breathless, cheeks blazing inferno-hot, the blatant lie crumbling to ash under the insistent throb pulsing hot between my thighs, onesie fabric dampening traitorous. Am I lying? Or am I telling the truth?

Her palm cracked down sharp against my ass—smack echoing crisp through the living room—the thick Pikachu plush barely muffling the sting as it jolted electric straight to my core, wrenching a high, muffled moan from my throat, body arching involuntary into her hold.

"Then why’re you flushed red as sin, Emily—skin fever-hot, scent spiking sweet like ripe peach?" She growled amused triumph, ice-blue eyes glinting wicked cobalt under heavy lashes, free hand trailing feather-light down my neck to collarbone, tracing the onesie zipper teasing slow.

"I-it’s... because y-you forced me..." I stammered pitifully, squirming half-hearted in her lap—thighs clenching futile around her denim waist, emerald eyes darting wild, breath hitching as her rumble vibrated low through us both.

"I forced you?"

"Yes, I don’t... l-like... alpha, and I am an a-alpha..."

"Are you really sure?"

"What...?"

Lightning-quick, she flipped the script—alpha strength surging as she pinned me under her again, knees bracketing my hips wide into the sectional cushions, her weight delicious cage.

Two thick fingers thrust past my parted lips sudden and deep, filling my mouth salty-warm with her skin’s faint leather tang from jacket-handling, insistent pressure stretching my jaw.

"You look full, Emily. Mouth too." They roamed invasive, stroking inner cheeks from inside-out, curling against palate before hooking my tongue base—tugging it slow and deliberate, pink muscle slick and glistening dragged between her V-fingered pinch, saliva beading at the corners of my stretched lips.

"Mphmm...!" I whined helpless, emerald eyes watering thick tears of overwhelm, pinned and pliant—tongue lolling captured, body thrumming traitor surrender.

"Such a cute little tongue," she purred darkly, thumb circling its trembling tip slick circles, breath fanning scorching across my face—alpha hunger swallowing her stare whole, pupils’ black voids promising more.

Hellen’s thumb lingered one teasing stroke more on my captured tongue before she withdrew her fingers slow—slick pop echoing wet, my gasp ragged as saliva trailed shiny down my chin.

Eyes black with promise, she scooped me up effortless in alpha arms—my boneless weight cradled bridal against her chest, Pikachu onesie hood flopping limp as she bounded upstairs two steps at a time, blonde ponytail streaming gold behind.

My bedroom door banged open to plushie chaos—Pokémon avalanche spilling across the king bed, Snivy glaring from the headboard amid animal merch cows and cats.

She tossed me down gentle but firm onto the rumpled duvet, mattress dipping deep under our combined weight as she loomed over, knees straddling my hips once more, magenta shirt taut across her heaving chest.

Her hands found the onesie zipper quicksilver—zrrrp rasping loud as yellow plush parted, peeling the hoodie off my shoulders, down my arms, shucking it free to puddle forgotten on the floor.

Cool air kissed bare skin; she left me in just my panda-themed bra and panties—soft black cotton printed with playful bamboo-munching bears, lace-trimmed cups hugging my full breasts, cheeky bottoms riding high on my hips.

Hellen’s gaze raked slow, lips curving hungry smirk. "Cute," she purred low, thumb tracing a panda face across my bra strap—voice dripping approval, her rumble stirring fresh heat low in my belly.

Her touch sent shivers racing over my skin, that simple stroke igniting the fire already smouldering inside me. I lay there on the bed, surrounded by the chaotic tumble of plushies—soft Pokémon bodies and stuffed animals pressing against my sides like silent witnesses.

My heart pounded as Hellen’s eyes darkened with raw hunger, her alpha presence filling the room, making the air thick and electric.

She shifted her weight, her knees pinning my hips down firmly, and reached for the hem of her own pants. With a swift tug, she shoved them down along with her underwear, freeing her big veiny dick.

It sprang out, thick and throbbing, veins pulsing along its length, the head already glistening with precum. The sight of it made my breath hitch, a mix of nerves and unwanted arousal twisting in my gut.

Why does he have a dick? I don’t have one! Aren’t I an alpha too? But I didn’t have the time to ponder as Hellen issued me orders.

"On your knees, Emily," she commanded, her voice a low growl that brooked no argument.

"Ahhh! Hellen!"

Her hand tangled in my hair, yanking me up roughly until I was propped on my elbows, face level with her cock. I hesitated, my lips parting in protest, but she didn’t wait. "Open up. Suck it like you mean it. Be the perfect omega you are."

"I am not an omega!"

I whimpered, "Hellen, please... I don’t know if—" but she cut me off by thrusting forward, the blunt head pressing against my mouth. Her grip tightened, forcing my jaws apart as she pushed inside.

The salty taste flooded my tongue, her veiny shaft stretching my lips wide as she slid deeper, inch by inch. I gagged softly when she hit the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes, but she held me there, rocking her hips to fuck my mouth slow and deliberate.