Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

After the successful ritual, Nero was brought to a spare chamber for intensive care and monitored through Johannes.

Athan sat on the edge of the bed, from the furniture that danced before him and the floor that moved like waves, crashing everything in its path. The ceiling that would fall at any moment couldn't help him but shut his eyes for good.

'Never thought he'd needed that much,' he then groaned under his breath.

Silence surged into the guest-chamber until only his throbbing head and beating heart was all he heard. His hands kneaded his head for the whole time as he tried to keep himself sane from the waning consciousness he had.

"You need blood."

Before he could slip into the darkness, her sultry voice pierced his ears with such an allure he could never refuse, making him perk up and glare at him between the gap of his fingers.

He got to fuss over the strange satchel bag that his familiar devoured. 'Perhaps that was the reason he got ill, so she came right away.'

His teeth, grinding when she had a calm look as soon as she finished cleaning up the ritual. Apart from him wanted to throw a fit at her demeanor, but shock swept him right away when her hips swayed, strutting to his direction.

"Look at you, seducing me after what you did to Nero."

[At first, I wonder what kind of owner would let their pet wander off such a dangerous place, to begin with,] she said with her sharp clacks on the floor coming to a halt. [There, I found out who it was.]

With her inquisitive gaze, his eyebrows twitched and wanted to retort about her claim when she suddenly raised her hand, just within an eye level.

If it was then, she was somehow a fool when it came to him; the corners of his lips curled up—triumphant and all—that he struggled to mask.

"You didn't want me to become your lover, yet you dare make me kiss the back of your hand?"

[You wish I was—anyway, go ahead and take a drink.]

Athan's face cracked from her actions.

'Is she for real—?'

Their eyes met, and there she was, being genuine with him.

"A witch's blood is too bitter for our taste, and you should know that—"

He was scratching his head helplessly while the rueful sigh, he muttered. "Perhaps you had amnesia or whatsoever? Though it isn't possible with such a generous offer."

Mystique, instead, never said a word and got taken aback by his utterance.

Athan was too late to know it wasn't impossible to drink the blood of a witch.

Their natural affinity to nature and magic in itself was too toxic for bloodsucking creatures like him—the other way to reach the peak of sweetness from one's blood was the only ingredient he needed.

She was still a maiden, after all.

Just a tug of her wrist was enough to bring her close.

He gulped hard after his eyes greeted her well-endowed chest that peeked around the neckline of her lavender satin dress. With how its glimmering fabric wrapped around her voluptuous fabric, he couldn't help but bit his lower lip so hungrily.

From his mischievous grin now revealed his pearl-white teeth, whispering, "I told you. You're going to pay for this."

Athan's face now drew closer, ever-so-slowly, and finally closed the gap between their lips.

The lips that crashed hers were wet with desire and warmth from the overflowing emotions.

It started with a kiss, with such passion he got drowned and lost with time—it was as though eternity befell him, but never he wanted to let go with every peck and kiss.

When her palm, propped on his chest, somehow pushed him away, he gripped her wrist out of instinct.

"Not on my watch, you ferocious lamb," In a husky tone, he threatened her; just a quick break from their slow, delicate kisses now got him to meet hers once more.

With a moan she let out, this time was a golden opportunity for him to take as their tongues began to slip into their kisses.

It became deeper.

Hungrier with every writhing and twisting in their mouths.

Their torrid kisses painted the silence with oozing desire.

As much as Mystique wanted to break free, Athan's hand slinked at her hair and, with a grab, elicited a sultry moan—music to his ears with such sensation coursing deep in his body.

They managed to break free from one another with such indulgence, gasping for breath—huffs warm, making a cloudy mist between them.

'What an alluring woman—'

However, he was overjoyed with his eyes feasting on her sweat, glistening, from her collarbone that went through the dim valleys he couldn't wait to venture further.

Her weight began to plunge deep on his body, making his heart flutter to know she started to lose such resistance.

Their skin now pressed, inch by inch, had him tensed up and adorned the body heat she had.

In the midst of this, his hand roamed down her slender back, making her flinch and a low gasp with his skillful touches. Without a word had to rub herself against his; despite the layer of fabric between them, the heat and sensation overflowed in no way he resisted.

Her peals of cries became music to his ears.

Athan wanted more of it.

Further down, he tensed from his aching bulge, underneath the tight trousers poked nearby her navel.

The beet-red that flushed her cheeks now suffused throughout her face; she still bore that flushed countenance in her face.

This was just the beginning, and his heart skipped a few beats every now and then.

It wasn't the first time it happened, as he refused to believe such a thing—perhaps deniably for her.

But then, it came—through striking with such familiarity, he couldn't get away with it.

Just when he thought Mystique would still put the last ounce of resistance from his advances and attempts filled with lusts, her eyes went dreamy and whispered his ear.

"Do it."

Somehow, her voice managed him to get by, but it also lost his sense of rationality when it was just comparable to a drug he needed.

A dose he needed—not caring for an overdose.

Drowned by the primal instincts that his body raged, all he could think of was ravishing the prized possession he got at the moment.

No one else would take but his alone.

The night was young, and so was their desire.