Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

All part of a contract, that's what she said.

Somehow, Nathalie had thought at the back of her mind how this was so wrong for her, but what her heart wanted the moment so bad it made it so right as everything fell to the right places. 

'W—What's going on—with me?'

In her heart raged from the deep contradictions, but the greatness of having him in her arms reigned over the rest of her wonders. But she could never fight it any longer when he kept her in a trance of making love with him.

Athan's firm arms held every curve that he found of Nathalie with tenderness, and she hated to admit how she felt so special, a surreal time she had with him.

Their union became a symbol of the hearth in the bed, igniting the passion that long-buried in their chest, bursting the repressed feeling.

She wanted none but to savor every single part of him, just as much as he savored hers.

Throughout, she lost track of her sense of time as so much had gone through in and out of her. From the heavy downpour, the cracking thunder boomed alongside the bright flashes of lightning resonating the chaos erupted inside the bed-chamber she was in: with every shine graced their conjoined silhouettes of the night.

She cried for all she cared, amorously calling his name, as she arched her neck for him to nibble and licked all over. Then, upon taking a glance at the ceiling, her eyes seared, for she pleaded to do unto her more than she ever could.

"You like—that—Hmm?" Athan groaned as he slinked his arms then reached for her breast, groping them tight after several rounds of a knead.

"Deeper! Oh—yes—" 

"Want me—so bad?" 

"Mhmm, aah—!"

Her cries of desperation became so tantalizing that his eye gleamed with profound lust, letting out a low growl, and just let it all hang out and kept on coming his way for much longer.

She loved every single moment with him. His touch reacted as though she yearned for so long. Finally, feeling so aroused, her legs were about to give up and wobbled enough to make her lose her balance that her only choice sought refuge from his clasps.

"Athan—Athan—Please—"

"Shh, quiet now—" he grunted, glancing at her drenched figure, melding and in synchrony to his like they were a perfect pair. Here on, with a hand, he grabbed the underside of her chin, facing him. The luscious lips enticed him enough to crash them with his and sealed the whimpers of the night.

Their teeth clinked once, but none of it mattered as their tongue entwined with emotions, seeking to the crevices with twists and turns. One after another, they shared and changed into a chorale of smooches and slurps brimmed with affection.

Unbeknownst to her, reaching even deeper, it caused a war of hormones inside of her body.

'Shit! This—'

A wince on her face came from the abrupt taste of alcohol and toxic tar smeared into her. Still, the remaining strength she had were like walls broken down, layer by layer, when a distinct taste made her daze from the sudden outbreak of her senses heightened to a degree her body knew all too well.

The aftertastes and remaining essences in his mouth—of all things mentioned, drugs were there.

When Nathalie believed in her heart, he would remain gentle when she was in Athan's warm embrace; she made a huge mistake, for she encountered what kind of beast he was in bed, more so with the influence of alcohol and drugs.

With every thrust he took, burned her plump rear to swollen red valleys, keeping up with the rough and lewd squelching sounds that became a muse to their ears alongside their grunts and moans.

From her dreamy eyes snapped to a gape when the momentum continued to build up, and the onset numbness on her limbs became apparent and coming on too frequently.

"W—Wait—! Not there—Ahh!"

She tried her best, with her cuffed hands at her back, pushing him away; however, her hands went numb grazing over his chiseled abs in glistening sweat, let alone the hard pounds that came with it.

There was no stopping it.

A tinge of her consciousness vanished as she let herself surrender from the allure of the carnal desires she had tonight.

At the moment, Athan grunted once more; hoisted her enough to bend over, he then clasped hard at her cuffed arms, for she won't be able to slip away often, and this made Nathalie gasp at the thought of her loins filled more and deeper than what was then. 

His engorged shaft plunged into her—back and forth, over and over again— it became a signal to follow his gut instinct. First, he licked his lips as he took a good look at her voluptuous body, rubbing against him. Then, withal, he ended up biting his lower lip,  stopping himself from devouring her whole.

Her screams of pleasure made him tense up. With a casual pull from his arms back, he now buried his face to her vulnerable nape once more while giving her the embrace she thought she never needed.

They were feeling each other.

Every inch of her became too sensitive, wanting nothing better than for him to grind her in and out, through night and day, until she cried out in ecstasy.

"I'm—almost—Athan, almost—" Nathalie rolled her eyes, leaning her head to his chest, as she could no longer hold it in. The heat took down there boiled to several degrees she lost control over.

For the most part, Athan had just cooed so enticing; to her that it just agreed to her every word. He was at a loss for words, and his body was rock solid, with his manhood raging for the peak of arousal that got pent up.

Nearing the end, Athan had his mouth chomped; fangs dug to his neck with blood oozing for him to get a sweet taste while pouring all of his semen into her with every throb and spasm assaulted his body.

His actions almost caused a spark in her, and enough to light up, another round of climax built up, causing an explosion of the pleasure that she cried for the love they had.

Both of them reached the zenith, and for one last time, her screams went ablaze with the rejuvenated body occurring the moment they plopped to the bed.