Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Inside the room resounded the squelching sounds and the loud smacks that came from the rough pounds. The bed creaked from every rocking, back and forth, though it wasn't as loud and subtle as it got heated from their frantic voices and repeated calls of one another in the name of carnal desires that lurked between them.

The night had already come, and through the gap of the curtain now shone silver rays, and their skin bedazzled as if they were dripping with diamonds.

Athan's hips had yet to lose his momentum from the thrusts he had, ramming her from behind. His ass cheeks clenched every time he sunk deep into her, everything he needed—warm and tight—and it made his agape mouth snarling as the sensations corroded his sanity.

'God damned, this feels so good—' 

Withal, he leaned close to her arched back and let out a deep chuckle as he peered at her flushed red ear.

Meanwhile, Mystique was on her arms and knees as she propped for better balance; but Athan hasn't relinquished his strength and pinned her on the bed. Yet even with his rough pounds and the heated friction between them, there was a tinge of restraint and care for her. 

He knew he had to take care of her, secured and assured. Thinking about it he smirked, and ought to tease her.

Although the naughty witch she was not only wanted it but also grabbed his hand, from kneading her taut nipple to her swollen clit.

"You like that? Huh?" he muttered under his mellow breath, almost leaving a raspy blow, in which she trembled from his advances.

"O—Ooh, my God. Yes—Ahh!" she moaned and moaned for more, and in a snap, he hastened the tempo. 

Athan's eyes gleamed, with fangs jutted out with a small glint as his nose barraged with the sweet smell that came from her. It made his head tilt backward from the nigh irresistible smell, but he knew it wasn't the right time yet.

Not until she would give her consent and time to do so.

It was a constant battle he was willing to undertake that he somehow slowed down, lest he might be able to take it no more.

But Mystique went on and began to grind over him; hips thrusted relentlessly. Loud smacks coursed through the air, stronger with her loud moans that sought after him.

Her fingers now clawed onto the sheets, crying out of pleasure, "Deepe—Ahh! Ooh my God—" 

The muscles of Athan tensed from the deep sensation that his girth in her wasn't only warm and wet, but it also sent shockwaves that had his kaws and knuckles locked in place.

She was in another round of orgasm.

Which had him lose his mind for a moment. 

A little more, and he would've turned no less than an animal. 

His eyes went agape, seemingly unbelievable how he was able to last this long without taking a break. Most importantly, he had yet to reach an orgasm.

Never had he imagined that he would be this much considerate of her.

In the meantime, Mystique finally had her legs wobble and plopped herself to the bed, then him pressing her back. They panted hard and quickly from their peak of arousal.

She let out a muffled moan from the sheets that covered her mouth, never failed to make him fuck her more and more.

"Haah… Hnghh…. Hot damn… Can't get—'nough—" 

Alas, Athan was at his limit.

"Violette, may I?"

His pleas had her turned sideways to see his earnest look while taking a pause. 

But what had him dazed was how she had a dumbfounded expression, and her face now brimmed with beet-red that she averted his gaze before covering face.

"Mmm…"

Though he snapped out of it when she meekly nodded as a sweet yes for him to take.

Withal, he gnashed his teeth, withholding the fangs from sticking out and the need to bite her. It was already even harder for him to control, with her hair tucked in front of her chest, that her slender, fair neck was vulnerable and open for his eyes to feast upon it.

With a hard gulp, he landed a kiss on her nape before he pulled away while grabbing a handful of her hair.

Her earful moans echoed in the room, it heightened up his arousal, and to him, it was far from over. 

"Violette…"

"Aa—Hnn? What—?"

Just a scoop from his arm had her pulled to him closer; out of instinct, her hands reached for his nape and backside to have more support. 

Not that it did matter to Athan, the heat continued to rise, blinding his senses once more and wanting to drown himself to the pleasure. He closed his eyes and grunted by her shoulder.

"Been wanting this for some time now." He smiled at her. Many things surged in his head with the consequences and problems in the future. Although what he needed was to protect her at all costs.

The prince had already fallen and smitten from the witch.

...And he couldn't be any happier...

As a skillful partner-in-bed that he was, he knew he had to do some multi-tasking to stimulate her further; in turn, making her reach the pinnacle of sweetness—to the point all of her nerves set ablaze.

With a scooped arm now had the hand fondling the breast and the other hand pinching her nub. She cried out loud, begging for another round of release.

"I—Ahh! Huhn—Ooh! Want to—Hng... So bad again— Please!" she begged non-stop, and so as his pounds in an erratic rhythm.

"Violette…" he whispered, still able to grab her attention amidst the cacophony of sensual acts between them. "Kiss me..."

No delays made, and Mystique was ready to smother him with kisses, a seldom click of their teeth, and a lot more of their tongues swirling. 

Somewhere between his hips contracted with such an ache that he knew too well, and he couldn't help but spasm out of ecstasy.

Faster…

Stronger…

More...

Athan smirked between their smooches as he could almost sense the fire that raged in him, about to blast.

"Together..." he rasped.

At the same time, Athan bit from her neck, and from her alabaster skin bloomed crimson hues he craved for so long. The sweet, savory taste and its fragrance finally lost his will to reason and followed his monstrous instincts.

There on, his eyes shut from slamming into her again and again until he had one powerful thrust.

Both of their bodies, outside and within, resonated with their convulsions.

As the last drop of his seed spurted out of him and into her, they laid down the bed.