Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

'Bitch, what?! A whore—?!'

"I've been tired for the whole day, no sleep—"

"You think I wasn't as well?!" 

Athan's roars were so loud and crisp that the birds flew away from them, and when she pondered it was all, Keith slammed on the ground, with large cracks, groaning and gasping for breath.

The carriage began to sink as well, and the horse neighed aloud with their legs thrashing in all directions.

Everything happening before her eyes was hard to take in; thus, she refuted him with the commanding voice that dwelled in her.

"Athan! Calm down!" 

Her back noticed his muscles tensed for several seconds before relaxing.

But colored her surprise when things were far from over for her.

Both of her hands were suddenly cuffed, and before she could rebut at him, her eyes clouded into darkness.

'Oh no, shadow relocation! Where the hell is he taking me?!'

"Athan, you can't do this to me."

"Your voice really sounds so sweet." He let out a deep chuckle; she couldn't help but admit the nice ringing to it.  But that wasn't all as he continued, gripping more of her chin. "How long do you have to treat me so foolish, Violette?"

Nathalie began to moan; his nails left a red dent on her jawline when he decided to let go of her. Yet it was rather futile as she took her chances, and no matter how she tried to struggle against his clasp, she could never break free from him.

'How strong did he get—' She coughed again when the smell of rotten alcohol continued to linger around her, almost sticking into her skin; she couldn't help but almost retch from it.

"I'm running out of patience; answer me." A deep growl escaped his lips, which forced her to use her voice at the expense of her energy.

"I—tell me what to do…"

"Good, very good!" Athan roared a hearty guffaw, echoing through the woods enough to silence the cacophony of insects and animals around them. His voice then dropped to a whisper, something he knew that would be the end of her. "Did you know the advice of this crazy curse you put me into didn't work?"

His utterances were enough and almost had her eyes and lips agape.

For a while, Nathalie got thrown into disarray as soon as she was in retrospect of the curse he had. 

The curse was enough to hold him at bay and to think twice of going against her. It might've come across as a threat, but she thought that it wasn't much of a problem from his lustful nature and hobby.

Not that she cared who he wanted to be with on his bed.

Now, it was somehow confusing how it didn't work.

'If so, then he had been pent up for a long time?!'

She could never fathom how much he had to endure because the strong, musky scent with the influence of chemicals made her even more careful than she was then.

All she hoped was that it wasn't too late.

Only to know her odds were not in her favor, for this moment.

"Scared already, Violette? Hmm?" She couldn't help, but all she had was subtle tremors from his coy advances, sending electrocutions on her nape and shoulders. "When was the last time you trembled this much? Oh, when you pleaded—the time you lied as well."

Soon enough, her back had his chest rose and fell rather quickly with his hips that went on rubbing against her.

She lost track of time; how long had her cuffed palms been grazing over his raging girth beneath the trousers.

Every time he moved, it was similar to taking her energy, making her legs wobble than they already were in his clutches.

In her stead, she began to flinch, letting out a yelp, when one of her ears had the fangs nibbled to it.

With gritted teeth, she whispered, "Y—You're crazy—Why would I lie—?!"

"Did you know I had to find you as soon as I found out it wasn't working?"

Nathalie bit her lower lip from what he said with growls from time to time.

"Vio, You don't know how much I had to endure. You said you'd take responsibility when something went wrong, right?"

Of all, she was skeptical about the fiasco happening right now, but to go this far and even reverting to his ruthless ways wasn't what she signed up for…

Before she knew it, her body crashed into what her mind ought to succumb to...

Soft...

Cozy…

Warm…

A small haven that embraced her body.

'Bed?!'

Out of all the words she thought, it was that as it continued to embrace more of her skin as she sank deeper to it than she already was, making her soul feel light and about to give in from the fatigue that overcame her.

In deep contrast with the bed, a sudden wait came down to her.

Hard…

Uncomfortable, to some extent…

Yet, the sense of warmth also gave the same reaction.

At this point, even with her eyes barred, the rest of her senses heightened, as if she knew every inch of his skin, the more he pressed on her further and further.

"Unhand me, Athan." She began to squirm beneath him when her hands were still behind her.

However, she was ignored. From her neck tingled from the warm breath that blew from it, and all the way to her ear teasing her with a husky voice, "What is it again, Violette? Hmm?"

'Oh God, please help me get through with—this… I'm losin' my mind.' Her lips parted, moaning from the surge of pleasure that attacked her nerves.

But the discomfort stopped her from delving deep into it.

"I'm—really hurting—" Nathalie moaned again, hands went numb, and she licked her lip after biting what else she could've gone to do for him to do it. "... Athan, please…"

"You don't say 'please' that often; are you at your limit?"

All this time, she couldn't help but blame the contract; even when she knew what she got herself into, she still went with it like she knew the loopholes.

Perhaps it wasn't the case.

Nathalie had to muster up the strength she had from within; things started and heated up.