Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

"Oh yes—Deeper—Ahhn! Yes…" 

Her sultry voice was otherworldly; every time she uttered would rattle inside him: heartbeat would be too erratic, his limbs would tremble beyond his control, and the unquenchable lust that dawned over him.

It was forcing himself the need to rut throughout the time.

Mystique crashed her lips, trying to savor his, and by and by, their tongues swirled and fought for each other's territory. When he was about to let go, she held her head and went for another round of torrid smooches.

Athan lost his count of how many times he gasped for air, through his drooling mouth and dry throat, as well as rolling his eyes out of euphoria. 

It's been quite some time since Athan had yet to see the light from Mystique. From her words alone had his body respond without any hesitation.

With his manhood buried deep inside her, his wet lips went agape and let out a pleasurable moan. Although a part of him tugged back when he noticed he has yet to reach the farthest region of her flesh.

'So good—So—'

He tensed his muscles from the shudders that assaulted him—the cold touch enough to burn bright the wild side of him.

He never thought that this kind of escapade would make him beg for more, despite being in such a lowly position.

Never in his wildest dreams where there be a place he had to beg and plead for his life again.

"No, please—"

"Your pleas never work in my domain." Thereon, she flashed a sheet of ice, shutting his mouth up.

He hated to admit it, but it was kind of thrilling. For the initial fear and terror had him succumb to ecstasy, he feared what awaited him in the future.

'Fucking hell, this feels a lot better than I had with the rest of the—'

A loud slap crisped the air as soon as Mystique, who went rigorous riding on top of him, noticed his comment.

"You have the nerve to compare me—Mmmh, with—Ahh! All of your meager partners—In this extravagant play?!" She drew closer to his chest, rubbing herself against him again as she giggled. "Ahhn! Nhhn… You've got it coming."

Though none of it mattered the most when every nook and cranny of his body had a sudden surge of sensation, he knew all too well, but not that it made him invigorate to do more, but weakening his position.

But before he could think how his partners in bed from the past would've felt such, he groaned aloud from the pain that bloomed on his scalp, of which she grabbed a handful of his hair.

"You love—this kind of pain, yes?" She grazed his taut, swollen nipple—a casual tease as she would do—before she pinched them in surprise. 

For such sensation, he could never differentiate pleasure from pain; his chest tightened as he hoisted his hip, clenching, higher than he had curled his body.

"Too high, you degenerate!" Mystique gave him another round of punishment, which he groaned like there was no tomorrow. "I love hearing—you scream despite such—muffles! Louder! Harder! 

Almost every part of his body went sore for such desperation; it was tantalizing as he almost reached the point of orgasm.

But things were far from over.

"Oh, what about this—? Dear pet?"

All of a sudden, his neck was encased with an ice collar and a clinking chain that came along it. With a rough tug, he curled up once more, and he gnawed his teeth from the ruthless act of hers.

"Now, fuck me while I grind your loins."

He was placed in such a disadvantageous position, but he was numb to think about consequences afterward.

Chains on his wrists had now anchored on the sheets, making him plow deeper to her chasm. 

"Ahn! You're one strong mutt, I'd say… Oh, yes. I love it…" Mystique licked her lips.

His legs now wobbled for a long time, as he curbed them into a position he couldn't withstand the fierceness of each drop she took.

For some time, his shaft was engorged, swollen, and raging against her insides. Both of them rubbed faster than ever.

"Let me hear you scream! Moan for me, you crazy whore! Queen me!" she commanded, and all of a sudden, he found the strength to do her bidding.

Athan stooped so low like an animal, losing such rationality and letting out a roar out of his primal instincts.

His breaths started to hitch every now and then as he picked up the pace, grinding. 

Mystique clawed his broad shoulder. "Yes! Very good—! Ahh! I'm almost there! Almost—" She arched her back while tugging the chains for all she cared…

"Athan—Together!"

But when the tantalizing effect was within reach, all of his senses turned numb. 

'H—Huh?' he wondered, looking around, but it was just darkness that welcomed him, like an old friend.

Before he knew it, the place suddenly crumbled and had him fall to the bottomless pit.

Athan sprung out of his bed. He was drained and all—he clutched his chest from the wringing pain, drenched his bare torso, and became too desperate for air. His gaze roamed around the walls and to the ceilings with linings that came with age.

From its bland motifs, he realized he was in his personal bedroom. 

Though it wasn't all, as he leaned against the headboard, he noticed a sudden mound came from the warm white quilt. 

Beneath it was a familiar chronic pain, wanting freedom and release.

'No fucking way…'

Frustrated and embarrassed as he had become, he has yet to reach the orgasm, and he was just half a step away from the finish line.

'To hell with this!' With a click of his tongue, he thrashed away his blanket and began to stroke his member without delay.

From the tip of his glans oozed such a decent amount of fluid that continued to trickle down against his foreskin; more of it came as he kept on beating his meat. Withal, he licked his lip as he thought of that dream that was still vivid to his mind.

Mystique's humiliating calls, he found himself squirming his hip.

'Fuck her… Just—damn, fuck her so bad…' he bit his lip. 

Mystique's bitter cold was sweet enough to numb his senses.

Though it wasn't enough as he began to play nipples, now delicate and beet-red.

'More, more, god damn it!' 

He cursed for as long as he could, hastening his hand—up and down.

Athan took a deep breath one last time as he forcefully spurted his seed.

Warm…

Creamy…

A lot of it...

Succulent enough to cream all over his flinching body.

He was in a hot mess.