I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 11: This Moth Tongue is a Cursed Thing

It’s impossible to describe how hard I am right now. I’ve never experienced the act with a demi-human, all previous tis were with other people in the brothel, and the overwhelming majority of them were human, so it’s extrely strange to experint with soone of another species.

For example, Moriah is much stronger than a normal person. I was subdued without even a chance to refuse anything, this woman is squeezing from behind with such force that I feel like I’ll be crushed at the slightest sign of resistance!

Not to ntion... damn, this crazy woman is a pervert! She doesn’t wait and tears my clothes to shreds using her sharp fingers to rip any remaining fabric and leave naked.

"La-Lady Countess, I-I think we should ca-calm down..."

"But you sll so good..."

Sothing furry touches my shoulder. What is that? It doesn’t feel like hair. When I look, it’s literally her arm, which is now completely bare as it wraps against my skin.

I should have expected her to have so moth traits because she’s partially a moth, but I didn’t expect even these little hairs to exist!

Things only get worse when she opens her mouth, revealing a uncomfortably long tongue that trails up my neck.

"Your sweat tastes good..."

Damn it! How on earth could I, a young man trained by the brothels of Imperial City, resist this kind of thing?!? It gets even worse with her hands circling my chest, brushing against my pants, groping everywhere possible.

When I said this woman was a demon, I didn’t an she was a succubus!

A sweet sll fills the air, bringing on a strange dizziness. Are they pheromones? Does she want to devour in the literal sense of the word? Should I give in to the temptation? No, I need to calm down, get those docunts and... ugh!

"You are attracted to , aren’t you? You say I’m beautiful... do I attract your gaze that much?"

A pair of mountains press against my back with the force of a thousand newtons. The little hairs brush against . I’m going to explode.

"Tell what else is beautiful about . My breasts? My face? My voice? What?"

Hell. I can’t take it anymore. I feel like my body will fall apart at any mont. I turn towards her, fortunately not scratched by those black, moth-hand-shaped claws.

Moriah’s black eyes are wide, fully focused on , her antennae vibrate in the air, with a trace of saliva running down the corner of her mouth. The extent of her arousal is indescribable.

The worst part of all this is the enormous pair of wings open behind her, fluttering in excitent, outlining pink and burnt gold tones in hypnotic spirals.

Oh... man. This woman is out of this world, literally. The image is so vividly etched in my brain that I can’t resist but to lunge at her and kiss her, holding her by the waist with the technique I learned after so much practice.

Our bodies cling together, imdiately I feel sothing wet wrap around my back. Only then do I realize it’s her wings coiling around , intertwining so wildly in the kiss.

As if that weren’t enough, since she’s covered in these furry parts, it feels like a bunch of pins are poking from all sides. The first ti, it’s quite agonizing, but after a while I get used to it, and it’s not so bad.

In fact, what’s truly strange is how her tongue wraps around mine so easily and seems to almost suck my soul. In the end, I’m the one left all slobbery.

She retracts her tongue and opens a smile full of sharp teeth, teeth that I don’t even know if they’re real. I bet she’s still waiting for my answer, judging by the way she waits for , her feet trembling back and forth.

This woman is absolutely insane. There’s a risk she might kill at any mont, so I need to make her love no matter what, even with well-placed lies. Sorry, Count, but hold your horns for .

"Moriah..." I take her chin gently, lifting it so she looks directly at . "Everything about you is beautiful, but what I find most beautiful is your personality."

To cap off my generic speech, I plant another kiss on her mouth, that should take away any reaction ti. By now, her eyes must be filled with hearts. When I pull away, she still seems stunned.

Wrapping her in my arms, I carry her directly to the nearest table.

"W-Wait, I’m heavy!"

"A woman like you would never be heavy!"

Lie! She is heavy, actually!

After seating her, I carefully open her clothes with surgical precision, enough to reveal her chest and shower her with kisses along her breasts, slowly descending to the nipple. I don’t miss the chance to give a little bite, the moan that escapes Moriah’s mouth is enough to trigger my primal instincts.

My fingers slide between her legs, while my mouth devours the soft skin of her nipple, giving small nibbles. I waste no ti and run my hand over her panties, which, by all that is divine, are soaked! Has this woman never had sex in her life to be like this?!

Still, it would be a dishonor to just shove it in. First, let’s tease. I press my thumb on her clitoris, then rub it in circles, which causes so good tremors that I don’t know if they’re her wanting to laugh at my pathetic act or genuine pleasure. I hope it’s the latter.

I pull my mouth away from her breast, but before I can breathe, Moriah pulls close around my neck with her arms and stretches her head upwards.

"Keep going! Just a little more!"

I go down a bit more, circling the lips of her vagina before finally killing the desire by penetrating with my fingers. A dry groan escapes from deep in her throat, too loud to sound normal. Her antennae vibrate intensely, while her eyes shine in a super strange way.

She definitely wants to climax, but there’s no way I’d let that happen. I stop the movent, and at the sa mont, she glares at with the face of soone who committed a mortal sin.

"Ma’am, aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?"

"Hu-Huh?"

"While you’re there, being masturbated by with your legs spread open, I’m standing here with sothing about to burst from my pants. You provoked from beginning to end and didn’t even offer to help ."

I don’t even need to make an effort to open my pants, they fall on their own, revealing my very erect best friend, ready for action. Of course, why wouldn’t he be ready for battle in the face of war?

"I got like this because of you, because you’re beautiful, so can I at least ask you to help ?"

Moriah swallows hard, perhaps a impressed by the size of the pole. Still, she gets off the table and kneels in front of , holding my dick with two of her four hands. The view from here is... indescribable. Seeing her from this angle, with hermouth touching the head and her breasts pressing underneath, only makes even harder!

She first rubs up and down slowly, gradually picking up rhythm, then uses her tongue to lick from base to tip. It sends shivers down my spine how good she is at this! Huh? Sothing’s pulling from below. Don’t tell ... She’s... she’s using her other pair of hands to fondle my balls while she masturbates !

I greatly underestimated this moth woman, and now I’m practically in the palm of her hand. That devilish little smile, you’ll pay for this! I grab her hair and, without warning, push her against my dick, forcing her to swallow it all.

But... that was my worst mistake. Instead of gaining the upper hand, the complete opposite happened, I was the one who lost. Her tongue, that cursed long tongue, coiled in such an obscene way that I felt every cell of my best friend contort in ways that shouldn’t even be possible.

I can’t hold back.

"Guh! Gulp!"

"Hah... hah..."

Moriah is in front of my eyes, swallowing every drop, not backing down an inch, and only when I am defeated does she allow herself to pull her head back and sar her lips. Our panting breaths do nothing more than flood the garden room with pheromones and a lot of bodily fluids.

But, instead of feeling tired at first, I feel utterly furious. For so reason, it makes really angry to see her acting victorious, laughing in my face, and trying to play tough in front of .

I want to shatter every ounce of hope on her face, I want to break that ego she shows, thinking she’s in charge.

"Get up."

"What? But I..."

"I said get up. Now."

I pull Moriah by the arm, and without giving her ti to breathe, I pick her up in my arms again. We’re going to finish this in bed.