Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

'Her distinct aroma is still captivating… I just can't get enough of her…'

In front of Keith was the only woman he'd yearned for, laying on the comfortable quilt, with him ramming inside of her and Athan by her mouth. 

Enthused, two of them were in synchrony, pounding her, and gave their best from the blatant signal of her receding curse. 

For a while, in the conjoined effort of Keith and Athan, they had kept it up all for her sake, leaving no stone unturned; and the dwindling gleam in her eyes was their cue upon busting a nut.

'I… Can't stop just yet—not now…'

For a while, she leaned towards her passive state, in which he thought that it would've been much easier from now on but it wasn't the case as he was on the verge of collapsing from doing it with her non-stop for who knew how long since they started.

'What a beautiful lady she is… I'm beyond ashamed that I have this heated moment with her...' Keith beamed a solemn smile as he grunted every now and then.

It wasn't that everything Keith knew all about her got thrown out of the window, but there was more to her that he had yet to discover.

More likely, he hadn't seen the last of her yet.

Many things have happened so recently, and never did Mystique fail to surprise Keith ever since and not one bit he disliked it. 

His appreciation of her grew stronger, and this was the golden opportunity to save her, even if it cost his life.

To him, it was both an honor and a privilege, even reaching the point of this—to be with her.

For he could only do so much, and not one day had passed he treated her as an outlet of pleasure and release.

Peering to the side found the jug of water toppled on the floor, with not an ounce of water left, and the supplements were long consumed.

Whenever it came to her, never had he thought he would wear out, and of all times he had to deal with the curse personally, this turned out the worst—even with the two giving her all she needed.

Her mouth was full, but she couldn't stop begging and moaning for more.

After which, Keith and Athan glanced at each other, he noticed his gaped lips moved, perhaps gasping for breath, but then the latter uttered raspily, "I need blood."

'What? Right now?' His eyebrows furrowed while raking his slick platinum blond hair to the back before wiping off his forehead. 'To her?'

In heated gaze, Keith grabbed her shins to prop on his broad shoulders; then from caressing her well-endowed chest, he roamed towards her neck, stroking with his thumb. 

Stroking numerous times to discern, lest it was just his humongous shaft carved deep inside her throat or her impeccable skin tissue on road to recovery.

'A hint of bump still was prevalent, even in her vital signs—but a lot better than a while ago…' Keith then trailed off his thoughts, sighing, he let go of her and held onto her shins tight.

"I suppose it's not a good idea—" He took a halt when his face noticed the discomforting prickles on his face that came from his stern gaze.

"Do you think it's her?" Athan scoffed, now clasping on her breasts ever-so-roughly as she let out a lustful, muffled moan. Thereafter, she squirmed, and Keith groaned when she squeezed him further.

"You—" Keith's hips moved on their own, and then slammed into her faster, wanting to get away from her sudden tightness. 

But at the same time, with how warm and moist she got, he thought to restrain himself from bottoming out, hitting her spot with a bump.

After raking his hair through his fingers, he muttered in between groans, "For real—I need your blood." He glued his gaze while he tapped himself by the nape.

He then hissed at him, baring fangs, amidst pondering, 'This damned… He really wants to get a taste of me…' However, guilt swirled in him when he had a soft gaze, trying to keep up as much as he could when it came to her.

Keith darted at Mystique, upon learning the one who had marked her first on a curse would've helped him twice or even thrice an average man in a session.

Clicking his tongue, after contemplating for a while, he had no choice but to answer him.

"Fine." 

Upon tilting his neck, a hint of joy etched in his crimson eyes.

"I have your word on that," Athan cheered with a hearty chuckle. 

At this point, Keith didn't care anymore. He looked down, just focusing on her voluptuous figure; but then, Athan grabbed the underside of his chin, tipping it up and close to him.

"Move closer, will you?" He narrowed his lustful stare. Withal, he brought his lips nearer to his, just by a hair's breadth. "Afraid?"

So much he hated to admit it, he was; although, this wasn't the time to play along with him. 

Otherwise, with a smirk, he scoffed, "Must you kiss me—for you to drink my blood? I'm confident enough—tasty without it."

"What arrogant fellow." Athan pulled, a tad bit away.

When Keith thought he was going to go for his jugular, Athan, who kept on rubbing her chest, pinched the nipples.

Her body went through a subtle tremble, affecting Keith in return with the same sensation enough to drive him to insanity.

Athan took the opportunity as Keith got caught off guard, grunting aloud, he now chomped on his vulnerable neck.

"Gnhgg… Hnngh…"

Sharp pain bloomed but eventually got his neck all stiff and numb from it.

Not until the very last drop of his blood got to waste as Athan licked several times then to his lips as he detached from him.

"Bloody delicious…"

But then, Mystique squirmed away from Athan's, slurring, "Mmmm... Almost—there…"

"I'm too," Athan replied, his hand gesturing to Keith, a sign he already knew what he wanted, which he cooperated with…

Keith carried Mystique while hugging her tight, slamming deep as Athan rustled himself underneath.

'Here we go…'

After which, he placed her on top of him. 

Athan, after grabbing him, found his way in. 

The two groaned in unison. 

From her tight flesh gaped for another one coming through, and now rubbing against his member. The pace built up faster than the usual rhythm.

'Damn it; I feel like exploding… Mystique, for you… I will...'

They thrust alternately, while one fondled and suckled her breast, the other kneaded her taut clit. 

"I'm coming—Yes—Yes—There—Ahh!"

Mystique screamed out loud, stronger, as her body convulsed, wanting nothing but the ecstasy she had. 

Bodies heated up as they chased their climax, wildfire pooling within them.

"Violette…"

"Athan! Keith!"

"Mystique…"

Upon release, all Keith remembered was how he gushed everything, buried deep into her alongside Athan, as they slumped to the bed. With their intimate gazes fizzled out and erotic moans muffled soon as they drifted to darkness.