Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Athan was a multi-tasker, and Nathalie, on the other hand, was a team player.

Even getting caught into a heated moment, her skin realized the fabric pulling, slinking away from her. Her lips moaned aloud, with her back arching up, giving him space for his hands to take her clothes off.

Only her drenched lingerie remained lower and lower but also slipped rather easily from her round of squirms.

After which, in one tug at the waistband of his trousers, his undergarment also stripped off in one fell swoop.

He went to trade with his hand, squeezing the other nipple as though it missed his kisses and affection after a while ago, and all of the nerves in her body lit up from the slick plays he had given to her.

"Hah...Ahh! Hann.."

From top to bottom, he maneuvered his way—a few strokes and a pinch—and she screamed for more.

'My mind is going blank—this feeling… This feeling—!'

Nathalie narrowed her eyes from the pleasure she got. It was so intense; she was in and out of focus, submitting herself back to the pleasure until he let go of his warm lips all over her chest.

Yet she has still yet to prepare herself when she just clasped her cuffed hands altogether, bracing herself with her legs hoisted midair. 

From the thickness of her thighs propped onto his palms, her swollen clit now met a warm breath, and long before she realized it, his mouth went back to slurp the lush pink flower, drenched with her nectar.

A round of slurp was all she heard, alongside her lewd screams that crisped the long gone frigid air.

She shut her eyes as she wanted to shift her body but didn't find the strength to do so. She trembled a lot of his actions, and he went at it for who knew how many times the clock ticked.

"Oh, y—yes! Ahh! Nhh.. Ahn! Atha—"

All she wanted was an intense release.

Her nerves were already at the edge, and in flames lit up to a notch higher degrees she could never imagine, going to full throttle as she got driven towards the climax.

"I'm gonna—I'm gonna—!"

The pool of fire from within gathered around, and she let out a cry of pleasure, with her body spasming for the last couple of seconds.

All of her strength drifted away; she lost her strength clasping and tensing her muscles—about to drop and all if not for his hands supporting her thighs—for she wanted none but gasped for more air.

From the arch windows had another round of lightning flash on the sky, her gaze greeted his handsome and seductive face was seen, licking his already wet lips, having a trace of her juices.

At that split of a second, it was hard for her as he took her breath away. 

Darkness came again, and he chuckled from her flustered reaction.

"I suppose you had your fun."

She was still out of breath, huffing out and loud.

"How about you—help me down here?" he growled in between his grunts.

Her body then noticed the movement, with her legs laid down with grace, and her ass landed among the sheets. But she knew things were far from over.

There she dared to say she was right.

When the bed creaked again, she noticed his body somehow got closer to her again.

Without her knowing, from the touch of her lips already had such stiffness with the kind of wetness she thought her body wouldn't crave, and the strong, musky scent that came from it sealed it for her to take.

'Oh—This—'

Meanwhile, Athan shoved his girthy shaft inside her once hollowed mouth, stuffing her whole. She almost gagged as he went deeper and further, deep to her throat. Hers got churned from a slight prod of the tip of his.

Both her lips and tongue had minds of their own, not wanting to let her teeth graze over him while licking and slurping every nook and cranny of his cock. With a bob of her head, she continued to savor every inch of him.

Such the right amount of saltiness and paired with the warmth she wanted. 

At this point, Nathalie's jaw almost went numb, no different from her tied hands, from the amorous blowjob she had to put up for him; she loved it more than she could ever be willing to give up and went on with it. She could feel her body heat up once more, fidgeting down as she found herself wet again.

Though that wasn't all like all of a sudden, he grabbed her head, so tight she couldn't get away, and let him rammed inside her mouth, back and forth. His thrusts became ruthless, echoing a strong pound within.

Nathalie had wetness in her eyes brimmed, almost a tear trickling down every time he pushed deep and reached for her gullet; at the same time, Athan growled out of pleasure, fucking her mouth as fast as he could.

"Fuck! S—So—Good—" Athan now grabbed a handful of her hair, making her bob her head in the same rhythm as his. "Damn, you—like this… Violet—Huh?"

But there was no space for Nathalie, none other than her muffled moans. 

'I can't believe I want more of him. I'm so into him.'

Even though it, she found her tongue rubbing against her glans and the length, which made him curse aloud that she wasn't the one to give up. 

Inside her, he was beyond stiff and large, now to the point of rubbing her tonsils. She lost control with her jaw now locked the moment she latched into him.

Her mind was fuzzy, indistinct to both pain and pleasure; she wanted him to give her more.

Nathalie got entangled at the moment, and Athan, as aroused as he was, adored every second of it. 

"I want you, Violette. I want you so bad. I could—"

But she couldn't think straight at the moment as his movement went faster and faster.

After a series of ragged breathing, and deep, husky grunts, he mumbled, "I'm close… I'm close… Violette, you'd drink it, right? Hmm?" 

Though her musing moans were all she resounded, he took it as a yes.

After a series of groans, she could feel the powerful thrust of his hips to her soaked face and his manhood deep down to her throat, making her gag nonetheless.

"Gunn… Fuck, hot damn—Fuck—!"

With the last moment of his hip having such spasms, his cock throbbed with immense pressure, gushing out his plentiful, viscid seed to her, having no choice but to gulp every essence poured to her.

'So warm…'

Nathalie might've plopped down the bed, but when another flash of lightning came and graced his face, Athan had a smug grin with a raging rod, still had some of his dripping out.

"Still far from over, are we?"