Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Night had long reigned, and past overdue, and forgot how many times they were at it as the room, stenched with all of their bodily essences, sprawled even to the nook and cranny of the chamber.

Keith was beyond aroused, and henceforth, enjoyed every single time on the bed.

Mystique propped in all fours, and her legs already lost the strength to gain balance, giving up long ago, but Keith was there to support her, and Athan busied himself upfront, making her mouth in good use. 

Athan gently wiped off a tear which was on the verge of trickling. A lovely and enthused smile found on his lips as she sucked him as she pleased, up to the hilt of his cock even wasn't spared.

"You know—this so well—I'm beyond impressed." Then, Athan threw a suggestive gaze at Keith.

With gritted teeth, his hands now held tight around her hips, pulling hard and him ramming deep inside of her for some time now. 

'I would—never get—tired of this—' He paused to let out a deep hum with head flung to the back from the sudden tightness around him, shaking within her moistness and warmth. Instead of stopping, he pushed so rough—through and through—as though he wanted to carve every inch of her.

Raking his hair, he couldn't help but peered sideways at the sky from the windows as it bore patches of violets and blues. 

Withal, he leaned close to her enough to breathe in her alluring scent. Just when he thought his flushed cheeks wouldn't burn any further, he buried deep with a snuggle.

Mystique broke free from Athan's girth with a pop, slurring, "Ahh—Nhh—No—Ohh, yes, deeper—!" 

Then begged and begged as her gleaming eyes met Keith's, went ablaze.

'I want her—No, I love her so bad it hurts me…' He went closer, panting and breathless.

"My Lady, may I—?"

Their lips were a hair's breadth, and so tantalizing they shared a round of torrid kisses. 

Pulling away, Athan cupped her cheek and rammed for a deep throat. With eyes rolled back to her head. His rhythm went faster, almost the same as Keith's

"Fuck—you're so good—Violette…"

Keith had his firm arms wrapped around her when she arched her back even further, giving a tender hug; without breaking his momentum on the hips. 

His grunts could even turn him on, and he lost it as he thrust as fast as he could.

'I'm almost… At my—limit.'

"Violette… Almost—Almost… Ugh…"

"I'm almost—" Keith whispered near her ear after a nibble. "I'm about to explode."

After a round of thrusts, Keith jammed into her, spasming as he released his cum inside. 

Mystique's body trembled at the same pace as him as well as her mouth filled with nothing but Athan's.

She gulped and licked her lips glazed with a hot cream—not a single drop went to waste.

Both of them heaved hard as they needed air while staring in disbelief that her gleaming eyes had yet to dim despite plopping on the bed.

It wasn't over.

'What—? This can't be! Just how much did she use her power—?' Keith wondered, and they had the same reaction.

Two of them were working already. Not out of brag, but he was chosen for a reason to do the task because of his capability, and he was already on edge of fatigue and soreness.

"This won't do…" Athan muttered, shaking his head. "We need this."

'What could be his idea?"

The bed started to creak when he shifted his position on the bed. 

His ears twitched when the man went closer to him; after which, he got dragged to the bed. With a bounce, he found himself on the slightly damp bedsheets, open and defenseless.

Before realizing what was going on, Athan lifted her, on top of Keith. He let out a groan when her soft breasts landed atop him. 

Then, Athan was behind Mystique, on bended knees, nudging her. "Feeling good?"

He hummed, nodding, as his body went heavy but cozy.

'Wait…' Yet Keith flinched from Athan stroking his already hard shaft, and found its way back to her slit. 

'This—Curses—Uggghnn….Hmm….'

Keith, now squinting, got all aroused as he was inside of her again. 

"Get ready over there," Athan warned.

Although only furrowed brows, he reacted as he had no time to respond when what was once tight now had a slight gap. 

Suddenly, Athan slowly plunged the same, deep inside of her slit while rubbing against his.

Mystique squirmed; she hitched her screams and arched her back, away from Keith with the pleasure she had. 

Emerald eyes gawked when she could take the two of them at once.

'This—This is crazy.'' 

She huffed in and out while shifting her body a tad bit from them.

'Ugh…' Simultaneously, Keith clawed deep on the quilt from another position he thought he'd never experience. 

Not in his wildest dreams.

Although this time, his mind was rather at ease and secure.

Athan groped her chest and pulled close to him while pinching her taut nipples. Afterward, he began to move, shoving deep, and continued to build up the momentum.

Keith had yet to move, but it was so galvanizing enough when he kept the pace, shoving it in her; and against him.

From within, she started to tighten, and both growled in unison.

Keith roamed his gaze, admiring the beautiful view he got.

'What an immaculate view…'

Right now, Mystique reached for Athan, longing for a kiss, which he gladly did while riding both of them. 

'I need—to move—as well…' Keith was active in thrusting, the opposite pace of him.

Finally, his eyes graced the full view—of her plump bosoms, groped from him while she somehow longed for the Prince.

During their torrid kiss, crimson eyes gleamed at him and panged his heart.

He didn't want to lose.

"Help me—with this..." Athan suggested with a keen look, then glaring downwards, grunting, "Down there…"

Keith reached for her clit, rubbing it endlessly. 

Mystique convulsed as she let out a cry, Yes—Yes! That's—I'm going to… I—" The two kept her place as they went at it.

Her voice became their motivation, pushing their limits from the carnal pleasure they had.

Athan growled, "I'm about to cum, you?"

"Yes…" Keith replied.

Mystique cried, "Oh—Ahh! Hnnnghh, I— I— Ahh! "

Ragged breaths turned into trails of a hitch when Athan kept cursing aloud. Keith wanting nothing but another round of release from the fiery climax that hit them hard. 

Mystique plopped on top of Keith, while Athan still had his arms anchored a little.

Keith gasped for breath as he kept on spurting out, and their seed overflowed, trickling down his shaft.

Alas, her eyes dimmed, and the two sighed in relief. They stole a glance from the first beam that struck them.

The break of dawn has come.