Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

A series of moans and inaudible mutters were all Mystique blurted out of pleasure. 

Her body quivered endlessly, and she didn't want to stop any of it as the intensity increased, and how Athan took it to the next level—a circular rubbing against her erect clit, and slurping onto her drenched slit.

Whenever he delved his tongue in, her hips hoisted up for him to take, twitching so badly.

Smacking his lips, he said, "You like it, Violet?"

"Yes—Do me there, oh—Ohh—!" Her voice shriled like he couldn't hear it. 

"Moan, louder, for me…"

"More—Ye—Yes—There! Ahh—!"

Even then, it got cut off when Keith went for her bottom lips, pulling her attention, and theirs crashed into one another like there was no tomorrow.

Before, it was hard to control as Keith didn't want to take advantage of her well-being; and he looked up to her so much that he couldn't bring himself to even touch her the same way as Athan would've been—rough and tough.

But then, fate played him in mysterious ways he could never imagine, let alone crossed his mind by a glimpse of it.

To reach this deep, sensual feeling, he knew it was rather hard to not catch such and the emotions in him; every time he thought about it, his heart would flutter, and his mind would crave for the sense of longing and nostalgia.

Yet he did.

So much so he tried so hard to stop it, and with her indifference when it came to such narcissism and the concept of love having a gap so far and wide was enough to harden his heart, and braced for the worst.

This was as far as he could go.

Keith wanted to pull away, but even at the smallest gap Mystique grabbed a handful of his hair, not trying to let him off the hook. Their kisses went deeper and torrid. 

'Yes! She won't let go!' 

In that moment, no matter how many times Keith did it with her, would always make his world stop for a while.

His body, acting out of immense arousal, ended up rubbing his chest with hips thrusting against her back. Hers accustomed to his pacing, her hitched breaths were captivating to his ears, and not one bit he hesitated upon doing it more unto her.

He knew what he was going into—a man that knew his place; but somewhere deep in his heart tugged enough with a pang with any man that she might possibly be with together.

All hell broke loose when he thought of it from their amorous kisses; the once kept feelings overflowed. 

Never did he think that his adoration for her, immense love, and the stark jealousy would take place at the same time.

She was a maiden, and the same man in front of them was the one who changed her life forever. A part of him jumped upfront, and protected her from him, even teaching him a lesson it was more than just the carnal desires.

Even if he wasn't qualified for her love, then he would be happy to oblige to do this, even without Arnold's sole request.

Their tongues intertwined for who knew how long he had been with her, and so much they gasped for air, while he made his hands busy from her and there.

Mystique's dreamy gaze pierced Keith with myriad emotions that rattled within, and he believed in his gut instinct to go with the flow, now that he made a bold move. 

Alas, she pulled away with her parted lips with a tremble, begging aloud from the pleasure, and her hands now gripped tight onto the locks of his ebony hair.

"Yes—I'm coming again!"

Inwardly, Keith clicked his mouth as he got too close but he was still being cooperative with him rubbing, and pinching her nipples often.

"Nggh—Ahh! I— I—"

Her tremors and quivers resonated with his skin, and he couldn't help but bit his lip from how horny he got from it.

Athan pulled away, licking his lips from what he had a bountiful feast. Somehow, he stood up, trudged close to her with his raging shaft on her lips.

'This man…' He gritted his teeth when the prince in front of him couldn't care less. 

Face all flustered, glistening chest rose and fell quickly, he huffed, "Would you return the favor, Violette—"

But then, before he could finish, she was on her knees, and her lips slowly carved around his shaft, inch by inch.

"Ughh, God damned, fuck! Vio—!" He caressed her slick hair to the back, guiding her head to a good up and down his manhood. Even after all that, making her take time to indulge him, he beckoned his fingers to Keith's direction. "Come here…"

'What—?'

But then his eyes gleamed with red, and he braced himself for whatever he wanted to do. He stood up, and there he got to have a closer look at how he was slightly taller. 

So up close, and it was still a weird sensation for him not to disregard his presence; this was a challenge for him.

But then, realization dawned upon him, when he could only roll his eyes up when also his pent up girth also got fair share from her mouth.

One after another, Mystique kept herself busy: a mouth for the left, and a hand for the right, vice versa.

The two of them grunted in unison, from her fatal movements enough to weaken their legs, but they held onto each other, not to fall, and savor the moment.

'This—so—good, every damn—time…'

Keith, in the instance, felt that raging fire that was going on his crotch for a long time, and every part of his muscles were sore from tensing the whole time. He peered sideways, and their gazes met halfway—hinting the same thing.

"You mind doing it together?" Athan mused

Without anything to worry, he nodded at the prince's suggestion, and there the sudden fire was unleashed. 

Both of them spurted a fountain of white seed onto her mouth. Not that he was foreign about this sensation, but the shockwaves that sunk into him gets him every time, trying to shake it off with 

Their shafts still throbbed after that, and Mystique opened her mouth for her to gulp, without any ounce of it getting to a waste.

With her eyes gleamed, she was getting needy—Keith knew that fact, and Athan seemed not to be as well.

Both were at her service, yet it wasn't enough.

'She used her powers often, and more than she ever could… This won't do, I need help—'

They looked at one another, trying to read minds, it seemed like the night was young for them.