Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

All what Keith knew had to do with the dynamics they had been going on was only the beginning, but he got tensed how heated and intense things went down. 

Somehow, the cold nights bore deep contrast to the sweltering, steamy atmosphere in a large room they stayed in—accompanied with orchestral sounds nothing but sensual brimming with life.

Even then, he found himself to the side of her torso, propping in all fours, while fondling her chest, and his lips enamored her pink, taut nipple with a suckle. His tongue swirled, and grazing his teeth over her more often than not, would her body squirm in pleasure. On the other hand went over her hips with a light caress.

'Ahh… Always such music to my ears… My Lady's voice had always been so sultry and bewitching, how lucky I got to hear it most of the time whenever it came to this.'

With that got him all tensed up, whenever she was elated enough to let out an unbridled scream, making him grunt along with her.

A curse—that was beyond any average human endurance and strength—would end up withering against her. 

Never did he think that it would come one day, and bite him in the ass for it. Yet the grace he had gotten so far outweighed the cruel path he once strode. 

Only to make it a good use.

He knew what he was capable of—the first time he heard about this kind of request from Arnold, it didn't churn his gut so bad as he began to understand the plight Mystique was in.

She came; despite her aloof yet vicious and manipulative behavior to everyone around her, she was several notches lower when it came to him—showing nothing but tough love, and a dose of reality check.

Never did he regret doing this, as it was all for her—and these recent times, she had grown softer, and being so comfortable in him, even to the point of letting him take charge.

'I wouldn't be the person I'm now if not for her. I'm more than willing to give everything I have for her.' Keith drooped his eyes, smiling amidst his constant suckle on her well-endowed chest.

So much closer than they got, and the intimacy was so intense that it was hard to breathe from being with her, and too careful of her delicate body from his rather filthy self.

But it wasn't just his grunt that mused the stuffy air as Athan was also into the other side of her breast, as well as hand which slinked down and below her navel with a tender rub and care. 

"Oh my—Oh, yes! Yes—"

Then the rhythm of her spasms went faster than before, and she would moan, wanting nothing but for an imminent release, and only but his grunts made way for such a response.

'I'm coming! Ahh—! I'm—coming—Coming—'

Mystique began to yelp as her body gave in with the jolt as she grabbed a handful on the sheets, before laying down with such an intense orgasm.

Breaking free from suckling, had his mouth watering and wiped the corner of his suave lips; he then sat upright, and leered at him. 

"You seemed to be having so much fun."

When Athan's voice echoed, Keith's lips twitched for a bit, still went on with the amorous smooches on her while a little peer sideways. There on, glinting crimson eyes with a smug smirk—so devilish and mischievous—plastered on his debauched visage.

'Right, His Highness is here… How could I forget?'

Keith was so focused he didn't have time to look his way, and eyes on her, giving the pleasure, and alleviating the dreadful curse that she was in… 

The Crown Prince, taking charge and being so rough from the start, made him a tad worried compared to him putting a little space before going full force.

Pulling away he wiped his drenched forehead and neck, closing his eyes, and pondered again.

'I know what I have gotten myself into as I shall stand by my decision and take responsibility for my actions…'

"You're doing such impressive work here. I never thought you'd be this confident." Athan jeered.

"I only live to serve My Lady, Your Highness." Keith gave him a curt bow, but not an ounce of respect wouldn't stop him from giving a jab back at him, "Perhaps I would've been so curious to ask the same to you when it came down to—"

"No woman shall be able to resist me, and this isn't the first time I slept with her."

It irked him to hear such crass words, but it won't get into his head. All he needed was to get the task done, and hoped for the best that he would be in her best interest.

"You two… I want more…" With Mystique cutting them off, she heaved as she sprawled on the bed, reached out, and gave a slight touch over their jawlines. "I hope both of you will try to accompany me for the night."

Giggling now with open arms and heartwarming gaze, it was enough for two of them to gulp hard in unison.

Somehow they reached a consensus, and became cooperative as they looked at one another, never saying a word. Athan embraced Mystique, a light hug at that, and lifted her up to a certain angle.

Leaning against the walnut headboard, Keith spread his legs out and was ready to catch her slender back. 

Always sparks of electrocution coursed through his skin whenever hers collided, and their slick, warm bodies made it harder for him to resist the urge to groan out of the immense arousal he had.

In the moment, Keith became too breathless from his chest burning and gazed with utter desire of her, and her sweet fragrance gave him in, and every part of his body went rock hard, with down there almost rubbing against her back. 

Although, he thought it was a disadvantage.

For Mystique's frontage, meanwhile, was all Athan would indulge further.

In between her legs, Athan's face plunged and smothered from her luscious honeypot with oozing sweet nectar all for him to eat. While at it, eyes aimed at Keith with a smirk.

'He plans to make me jealous, huh?' Keith was fondling over her breast while planting a trail of smooches on her nape.

Seen in his crimson eyes bewildered when the personal knight that he claimed wasn't afraid to show what he got.

Cupping the underside of Mystique's chin, Keith's lips crashed to hers without delay.