Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

It was in a four-poster bed, a high ceiling and varnished pine wood columns the same as the paneled headboard had a mosaic canopy in a private chamber. It's topmost attached voile and chiffon materials that got draped on the floor.

Beyond the billowing curls of the curtains echoed low, husky grunts and pleas of a man from the breathy moans of hers.

"Y—Your Grace, I must not—My affection... Get in the way and take advantage of your condition—"

"Silence, you peasant! You're mine and mine alone," she breathed out one last time before her tone got hoarse and her body heated up.

Keith tried so hard to resist such powers from the temptress, but she asserted her dominance on him.

Mystique's hand reached for his mouth, sealing them with a sheet of ice.

Meanwhile, Keith squirmed, trying to break free from her clutches, but even his wrist and ankles were sealed no different from his mouth.

From his already toned arms, chest, and abs tightened with every caress she took.

Mystique lived her life through sheer cold.

But she was no stranger to such warmth.

Especially warmth that would also ignite within her every time her body was against him.

Upon slowly going down; her fingertips were akin to the chilling touch that caused him to spasm while her tongue made a round of licks and nibbles around his firm, pink nipples.

Despite getting muffled, he let out a voice that not even one can distinguish between pleasure and pain. A loud moan would quake in his voice whenever his sculpted chest stung from a smack.

He was almost in a daze, eyes slowly clouded and lured into the depths of lust.

"What a well-endowed man, befitting for my fantasy."

Right now, Mystique was slowly out of control; the only thing she thought of was the hung of meat for her.

From his raging boner, her hands took a grasp. Bobbing her hand from his warmth, she couldn't wait any longer to beat his girth, sticking up. After licking her lips, she had a sense of urgency to suck it deep to the hilt.

Keith's hip tensed, lifting a tad higher from the wet and warm mouth she had to blow. Her tongue worked wonders as she went an inch deeper once more, but he was eager enough and put it in and out of her luscious mouth.

Even his ceaseless grunts couldn't stop her from going on and on until she let out a long moan.

Veins on his body stuck out as he braced for the impending pleasure. His abs contracted from the intensity she brought upon him; as much as he wanted to pull away, Mystique was too strong and made him stay still.

Helpless from the orgasm, he shot the thick warm liquid surging into her throat.

She gulped with every throb he did, spurting out and out again.

But just as Mystique thought it was over, she pulled out only to have her body rage from the heat she witnessed.

Just a few spurts until it was over, shooting the creamy cum across his face and ripped body, only to know his seed splashed on his porcelain skin. He just laid there, with his chest rising and falling rapidly.

To her, it was wild and exciting; something within her craved for more, thus licked her lips for another time.

So much strength and endurance gifted to this man got her driven to the edge with a devouring glare.

"You spilled a lot, Keith. Perhaps beating and sucking won't do."

Her sultry voice was like an alarm to Keith from almost passing out. He blinked a couple of times, but he was still immobilized. Seeing him unable to talk, she removed the seal only to see him gasp for breath.

Withal, she laid a finger on him, scooping the seed for as much as she could, and shoved it to his mouth.

Keith licked without any of it spilled; she giggled from the ecstasy she had.

"I know you want more. So be at ease."

Like magic, it brought him to a sensation that made him go crazy.

The night that time was frigid, but their space aired with warmth, and only but their meshed bodily scent lingered around.

Mystique Blackwell was in control again. She was pressing her thighs against his, which he could never break free from her beguiling clutches.

She was on top of him; the surge of confidence came with her and took charge for the whole ride. Her eyes were obscured with gleaming lust, and her hands worked their wonders and slinked to his chiseled abs up to his brawn sweaty chest.

Every time she landed a smooth caress, he let out a stuttering moan as he was in spasms. His toes would dig deep into the mattress, no different from his nails that clawed, not trying to touch her sacred body.

It wasn't all as she reached for his nipples, rubbing them ever-so-softly. Keith would throw his bobbed back to the woolly pillows and arched his back from pleasure.

Even though the bed creaked—fast and subtle that played their ears—she loved it.

Just as she adored every point in him...

Not a second delayed as he would shiver every time she would stroke the same parts of him.

On the other hand, she has kept up the pace ever since. She crashed her well-endowed chest against his. Their lips parted by a hair's breadth, and Keith gritted his teeth as he saw her angelic feature up-close, driven by ecstasy.

His gestures and countenance fueled her within, hastening the pace. There, he couldn't control his voice and let out pleasurable groans and grunts. Within those seconds, more thoughts began to blur her.

Mystique grabbed a handful of his hair, bringing him closer to her while whispering his ear.

"You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property."

The last thing was from his dreamy eyes, squinting, as he tried to resist his urges. Screamed he wasn't worth being with her, but only then he quieted down when his lips were sealed.

Clawed arms were no more as she picked them up and intertwined their fingertips. Their muffled tones with their nimble repetitions were like an orchestra of the night, turning into one symphony they drowned into.

From the zenith, Keith made a last round of twitching. Every muscle that pressed against Mystique tensed in pleasure while she bobbed her head, and sudden onset of electrocution surged up her arched back and let out a hearty bliss.