Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

In his chamber, the room died out with most of the luminescence, cold and dim, and the only source of light cast the gold, tangerine rays that beamed between the thin gap of the curtain.

With its tiny blessing had graced the glistening firm muscles on Athan's back, tensing with every move he made as he was on top of Mystique.

Athan showered kisses and smooches on the sensitive areas as far as he could remember, with the loud moans that made him want for more. His large hands roamed all over her body, making sure not one bit of sensitive spots left unsung.

From the soft, cozy quilt sprawled out the streaks of vibrant periwinkle hair, Athan swept up a couple of strands and breathed it in, the kind of scent he longed for a long time. With Mystique's hair slipping right between his fingertips, he gazed at her alluring body—spread open and beyond vulnerable for his eyes to feast upon.

"Beautiful; such a majestic woman that you are..."

Anyone would think he was under her spell—so bewitching he could never let go of her, even at the expense of his soul. However, things are different now.

There was one thing Athan realized, at least being around her helped him stray away from falling to the bottomless pit of insanity.

Athan wanted it; he wanted her, everything about her—at this moment.

From his own volition, he would unravel every nook and cranny of the bountiful prized treasure that was under him.

His mind riled up again, with several thoughts he wasn't so sure of then.

For the kisses he missed dearly and the series of touches that were hauntingly familiar as it coursed through his skin.

Just a little squirm from her, and it threw sparks of electrocution onto him, and he could never break free from such contact.

The light huffs and moans that rang so sweetly in his ears would make him crave for more.

Her head shifted to the left, laid perfectly against the sheets, snuggling to it.

Starting from her waist, he then caressed all the way up to her chest, of soft and lush bosoms he missed so dearly.

"Ahh—" She hitched a quick moan from the man's strength—a force that could crush and snap a person in the blink of an eye, but the same strength as for his restraint, pinning her down without the further need of either hurting or ruining her sacred body.

She was at his mercy.

She was no longer the enemy.

Times have changed, and so have their fates.

"Nghn…" Mystique let out a long moan as Athan rubbed her luscious nipple while sucking the other. "Oh. Yes—Yes! That's—it—Ahh!" In the meantime, she grabbed his head, pressing deep against her skin for his tongue to swirl and dabble against the pleasure.

All that she wanted was to cry out in ecstasy.

After a while, he slowly pulled away with the tongue out and gazed at her lustful countenance.

His tongue seemed to burn and sore from the nudges that still lingered from suckling.

In this exact moment, it was like a deja vu. 

Although with even the striking resemblance, with almost everything he could think of, was her tempting gaze, narrowing little by little, as if she called him to come closer, and the allures from her lips that smirked.

Back then, she would tremble with pleading gaze to stop and end with the sensual, obscene acts, and lips sealed, churning one another not to utter the shameful words of pleasure as though she would rather deny than submit to him.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Mystique mused, still having the smug grin, which had him tensed his face. "What is Your Highness thinking this time?"

Her calls had him snap out of his train of thoughts; it wasn't time to reminisce, but before he could even react, her thighs grazed his, and he groaned deeply.

Just a simple touch would drive him crazy.

Higher and higher, and when it finally reached his throbbing shaft. He was already in all fours, and he bobbed his head away from the tease she put up with him.

'Just when did she learn all of this…' Athan bit his lip from the giggles and the oozing seduction she served.

"Stop thinking about anything else." Mystique anchored her elbows and hoisted herself higher, meeting nose to nose. "It shall be the two of us; the night isn't always young."

With a sweet call, "Yes." Now the darkness welcomed him as her palms drew closer, covering, and the intensity that coursed through his muscles was impossible to imagine.

Dusk was about to come through, but their frantic voices and earful moans have gone stronger and more passionate than it was earlier.

Athan pulled away; his body was beyond drenched as he never felt the intense heat that raged inside of him. He rubbed his slick chest, flicking away the sweat that cascaded against the ridges of his frontage, then brushed his hair away from his sight afterward.

He lost count of how many times Mystique orgasmed—twitched and squirmed at such a peak, like it was the finale and the moans that soared and echoed between the walls from such satisfaction—and her reactions became a fuel to strive more for her.

Just when he pondered if she could still get on her feet, her body resisted against the quivers she had and reached out to him with a kiss. Their tongues slid one another with mouths met now and then, sharing their moments of the intense desire of one another.

So slick, so torrid, and so erotic none of them wanted to back down from it.

Alas, they endured so much that they pulled away, gasping for air, and looked at each other for almost a minute.

Athan felt his legs wobble from losing his strength, bit by bit. He firmly grabbed the quilt for him to prop with more support.

Huff after huff, their raspy and breathy tone dropped to a calm.

"How was it?" He tilted his head, watching the serene gaze she had, then going down—from her navel down to her already sensitive clit and vulva—both were warmed, wet, and swollen red from his mouthful ravages.

Mystique then went on: from the fingertip, she glided to his jawline and his bottom lip.

"You did well," she said in all smiles. "I expected no less from you."

"You give me too much credit for this—" He got tongue-tied when she prodded his lip.

"Shall we?"